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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/26/2017 2:30:50 AM
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"I've seen mongrels fight better over a piece of bread!"
[i]An English accented man yelled, as the sound of something thumping on the ground approached.
It was a handsome male with combed back hair that was the shade of strawberry blonde, which incidentally revealed his ocean blue eyes. He must have stood at 6'1, not counting the armor he had on.
He primarily had on a Long Gambeson that had bear fur at the hem and a pouch on a sling. Mostly for aesthetic purposes, then starting at the collarbone was vegetated leather which ended at his lower ribcage. Underneath the leather armor was chainmail sewn on the quilted gambeson itself, which reached all the way down to the knees. Finally there was the gambeson itself, which was studded.
His shoulder pads were of a Damascus steel plate which effectively protected his shoulders, but left his elbows and armpits exposed. Only covered by the studded gambeson. To match the shoulder pads he had of steel bracers, his hands covered by leather gloves. One of which held a 1.8 meter staff in hand with multiple ferrules on each end. Most likely to prevent splitting and strike harder with each blow.
His ceramic kneepads were covered by the gambeson, but his boots were visible. Plate covering down to the ankle, the rest being vegetated leather.
The man known as Cirran-Cirraca Xanthus smirked as he watched the fight, quarterstaff in hand. His Staff more or less gave off a presence...as if a blade would shatter if one hit it.[/i]
English
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"If I was fighting over a piece of bread, she would already be dead." [i]The knightess calmly replied, as Octavia merely heightened her performance against her opponent. The Peacekeeper began her immediate assault with a sudden jolt forwards, bringing her sword down upon the knightess' helmeted head. In response...well, the fight certainly got more vicious.[/i] [i]The knightess merely grabbed the blade and rammed her hilt into Octavia's jaw, a burst of blood escaping the Peacekeeper's helm as she yelled a little. The assassin then reared back and slammed the blade of her dagger into the knight's sword hand, which caused a slight grunt and allowed Octavia to slip away suddenly. The knight looked down at her wound, which had begun to bleed quite severely. She merely chuckled, her soft laughter muffled by the depths of her helmet.[/i] "My first wound from you, Octavia. That's quite embarrassing for a Peacekeeper, is it not? At any rate; I'm sure that you could be much more successful against this gentleman here, yes?" [i]The knight's tone was calm and laced with a voice of sweetness, although Xanthus could probably sense the lies within her voice. She didn't doubt his ability at all, from the looks of it. [/i]
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"Look at that, seems like my slathered words of an insult got to her!" [i]He noted as the battlemage merely watched, twirling his staff in place. It was an interesting sight to say the least, until it was interrupted by that comment.[/i] "Oh? You think she can take on me? Fine, fine." [i]Xanthus opened the pouch on his chest and revealed a mere flask filled with...something. He opened the bottle with one hand with some difficulty until it let out a pop. Then he drank all of the liquid, dropping it.[/i] "I might as well lecture you Miss...?"
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"...Octavia." [i]The Peacekeeper spoke, standing some feet away from Xanthus and cleaning off her bloodstained lips. Octavia was a younger woman, with smooth light olive skin and a sharp, angular jaw structure. Her lime green eyes flickered over to Xanthus quickly, a clever glare within them before she placed her caged helmet upon her head once more.[/i] [i]Octavia then unsheathed her two signature weapons: the first was a steel shortsword, the edge of the weapon slanted for more slashing potential, while the scabbard's hilt was intended for parrying and blocking due to its design. The second was a dagger, stained with the Warden's deep red blood and looking to be a weapon of a genuine murderer, with jagged edges and a sharpened blade.[/i]
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"My name is Cirran-Cirraca Xanthus. Sword and Dagger? I can see how it could work out, but that would leave one at a disadvantage. Like say blocking a mace with a shield for example." [i]Xanthus said, possibly eluding to something. Which he proceeded to show off by sliding his hand down the shaft and into the middle of the staff. He them slammed the head of the quarterstaff upon the ground, the slate/concrete being cracked and demolished in a small circle of the impact spot. Xanthus lifted the staff back up, now a greyish, almost clear bubble forming around it.[/i] "This, is a hypocenter. I control vibrations, it just so happens a hypocenter causes destructive vibrations called earthquakes. But, for the sake of sportsmanship. I will not use it against you, as it'd utterly tear and mangle your body into a pile of flesh, blood, muscle and bone." [i]The hypocenter had disappeared, Xanthus got into a defensive stance with the quarterstaff.[/i] "Your move, Octavia."
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"Sounds absolutely amazing," [i]Octavia muttered, a tone of immediate dislike laced within her young voice. She already didn't like the mage; he was too cocky for her tastes.[/i] [i]Instead of immediately charging into combat, Octavia sheathed her dagger before simultaneously throwing two sharpened daggers that she had drawn from her waist, one heading towards his shoulder - the other aimed at Xanthus' throat. Octavia was testing his reflexes, apparently.[/i]
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[i]The Quarterstaff immediately flew up to the knives, deflecting them to the side. However the knife intended for his throat had grazed the side, missing his carotid. This was no ordinary quarterstaff for sure, it seemed to have multiple enchantments upon it. One designed for parrying and another for striking hard. The Mage sprinted towards Octavia in a zig zag pattern, changing up the zig zag as he went long as to have a better chance of her missing any more knife throws.[/i]
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[i]Octavia smirked cleverly to herself, as she then drew her dagger and prepared herself for combat against Xanthus: she could see that he could use the staff quickly and efficiently, while he had...something that made it more capable of blocking and parries. She thought he would dodge, if anything.[/i] [i]Octavia didn't bother to make the first move against Xanthus, as countering him would be much easier than hacking away at him, hoping to get a lucky hit.[/i]
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[i]The mage had stopped his zigzagging a couple meters away, just standing there...staff in hand. Xanthus was calculating many possibilities and decided to do his best outcome, so he closed his eyes and He quickly flipped his staff once and then slammed it on the ground with a boom, light bursted out from the staff in a similar fashion to a flash bang. It seemed he had more tricks up his sleeve, not to mention a dirty cheater.[/i]
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"Agh!" [i]Octavia yelled out, blinded by the sudden flare of light that engulfed her eyes. She had gone against less conventional flashbangs, developed by the Knights and Samurai back within her world. But this?[/i] [i]She didn't expect it at all. Octavia began stepping away, fury burning within her very core. She began to rely on her hearing, hoping that she could hear Xanthus' steps as he approached: she couldn't block, but instead try to dodge.[/i]
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[i]The Sorcerer started to circle Octavia, spinning the staff in hand. Then with every few paces the sound of a hammer slamming upon metal on a anvil was heard. Xanthus was repeating this cycle now, step, step, step, slam, spin, slam and repeat. It was a bizarre sight, though luckily Octavia's sight started to come back. The Mage then did the cycle again, at a more faster pace. It seemed he was using the loud noise to cover his approach. A clever move, as he approached with every slam.[/i]
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[i]Octavia could at least see what looked like an outline of her combatant, although still, it was extremely fuzzy due to the effects of the blinding. She would continue her previous idea - circle around and attempt to dodge whatever Xanthus would throw at her. The only issue was that she didn't want to go against an overhead attack. Even if she did dodge, Octavia was so disoriented that she would probably trip.[/i]
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[i]The Mage had started to back up, gripping the staff tightly. Then he made a mad dash forward, Xanthus planted his Staff into the ground and used it to pull off a pole vault, soaring through the air he had used his pyromancy to light his hand on fire, forming a fist with it he came hurling down onto Octavia. It was gonna hurt like a bitch for Xanthus if he did or didn't pull it off either way.[/i]
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[i]Originally, Octavia had thought that Xanthus was going to try and crash down upon her head, while she found amusement in the idea. She didn't even see the glare of the flame engulfing his hand as she rolled out of his pathway, and to his right.[/i] [i]Of course, it didn't exactly end well for her.[/i] [i]Due to her still disoriented state, she didn't really roll - but instead lunge and crashed down into the earth, helm scraping against the earth as she groaned. She almost looked drunk, the way she "dodged".[/i]
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"This is the end!" [i]Xanthus had boasted loudly as he came down on Octavia, his fist colliding down upon her thigh, just missing the behind of her left knee. Let's say it just hurt like hell for them both, on one hand the flames had rolled off his fist and onto the impact spot, now searing her thigh like a steak within the armor. On the other he had a possibly fractured, if not broken hand.[/i]
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"Gah!" [i]Octavia yelled in agony, her left hand immediately swerving up to Xanthus' ribs. The dagger slammed into his body two times, before she pushed him off and rolled away, only barely managing to bat away the flickering flames before another pained yell escaped her mouth.[/i] [i]It wasn't her armor that cooked her - it was the fact that it consisted of mostly leather. Where Xanthus' -blam!- had hit her thigh, there was now a scorch mark, as Octavia weakly stood.[/i] "Should've expected this shit.."
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"You fuсking сunt!" [i]Xanthus had too yelled out in pain, holding his chest with one of his hands. The knife had managed to puncture through the leather, chainmail and gambeson, but not to an extremely lethal way. At this point the mage was beyond pissed as he did a somersault into a stand and ran towards his staff. He had decided to forego his previous statement as propped it up. The quarterstaff shook violently as the greyish aura sheathed it, then the yellow flame danced up and down on it. Whatever was going on, it didn't seem to be too pretty. Xanthus slammed the staff upon the ground with all of his might, the fire-like aura transferring within the ground. The ground shook beneath the courtyard itself, an earthquake was happening on a mountaintop? Bizarre. No, this was Xanthus's doing. The ground started to split and crack beneath Xanthus, as it made towards Octavia. Flames seeped out from it, as if the pits of hell had been released upon them. The split had started to widen as it approached Octavia, flames now roaring from it. He had planned to kill her on the spot.[/i]
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Edited by Orn: 4/5/2017 8:52:00 PM"S-Shit!!" [i]Octavia yelled, as adrenaline began to course through her body as the the split earth came close. She immediately jolted out of the courtyard, bearing through the agony that rushed through her thigh as she continued to sprint through the hellhole that was known as the Dojo. Eventually, Xanthus couldn't see her as the earth continued to rumble and crack - she had gotten behind some buildings. [/i] [i]In truth, Octavia was probably dead or was a complete idiot - her plan? It was to bring down the Dojo with her, relying on Xanthus to continue the magic that he had casted.[/i]
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[i]The fire had died out, as did the earthquake. Xanthus had stopped it as he looked visibly weary, panting and gasping as he used his stick to keep himself up. He had used too much Power in this burst of anger, a hasty thought gone wrong. The mage had looked around a bit and assumed Octavia had died, and started to hobble off to get some rest and contemplate. Xanthus looked like a completely different man at this point, not a faucet of anger but just tiredness.[/i]
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Edited by Orn: 4/6/2017 12:17:30 AM[i]Meanwhile, Octavia wasn't in a much better state.[/i] [i]The Peacekeeper fell to the concrete after running to a separate courtyard, tearing off her helm viciously before placing both hands upon the stone, and began to abruptly puke, bile covering the ground in a disgusting manner. Her tiredness, combined with her agony and pure terror, had taken a toll on her, as she rubbed her eyes and sighed deeply. [/i] [i]After a minute of simply sitting against the ground and cleaning herself, Octavia slowly stumbled upwards, standing straight as mumbles of fear escaped her mouth. She looked around for any signs of Xanthus, before walking off shakily..[/i] ((End, unless you want Xan to show up.))
