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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | Sep 3 2009, 08:16 PM Post #1 |
【The Knight of Tigers 】
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This thread is dedicated to the first round match up between the competitors listed in the title. You will have 2 weeks to compete however a generous gap of 1 week is allowed for a non posting period... if either competitor takes longer than 1 week to make a reply then their characters fate is instantly handed to their opponent and/or the judges and they will be declared the loser. Begin with posts of your characters regaining consciousness and realizing that they are back in their natural bodies and retain all memories from the cafeteria. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Sep 4 2009, 05:36 PM Post #2 |
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((do we have an audience? or was Sadistic speaking metaphorically?)) The Ethereal cafeteria setting had faded almost as abruptly as it had begun. The last thing Auriel remembered was Sadistic's description of the arena, and various other commentary, complaints, and even threats from the tourney participants. Suddenly, he remembered nothing else. He came to with a shock; how long was he out?! Executing a kippup, Auriel landed on his feet, his armor settling with a sharp rattle; his right hand went instantly for the sword on his back and his left hand shot out to steady himself. A quick glance about him confirmed he was alone. He stood on the far side of an opening or chasm, which seemed to extend down into oblivion. It gave that impression, certainly. The upper dais where the audience would normally be gathered was also enveloped in shadow. Auriel couldn't see anyone there, and no sounds were heard except the wind. In spite of the eerie silence, he could still feel the presence of...something, and he could feel the gaze of many expectant stares. The hairs on his neck rose in spite of himself. Suspended over the opening were the platforms which Sadistic revealed earlier. They seemed to be about 3 meters square, and they seemed to be held up of their own accord, or some mystical energy source. They were set side by side, and it looked stable enough to stand on. Unfortunately, appearances were deceiving. Walking to the nearest platform, Auriel reached over his shoulder and grasped the handle of his sword. Hoisting it over his head, he brought it down to gently impact the platform. The impact of steel against stone echoed through the great, open space of the alcove above. As he waited to see the complete time until the platform fell, he reached up with his left hand hand and undid the clasp holding his shield's belt fastener in place. Shaking free the slack in the belt loop, Auriel slid his shield off his back, and prepared to strap his shield into place on his arm. In that moment the platform gave way, letting his sword impact against the ledge he stood on. Auriel peered over, watching as the platform plummeted into the darkness. Bare seconds later, the platform vanished, looking for all the world like it was swallowed up in the darkness below. It was only a few seconds after that, when a new platform materialized to replace the one which had fallen away. Auriel nodded to himself, noting the time it took before the platform fell. By then he had finished strapping on his shield to his arm, and having completed arming himself, he glanced to the other side of the arena, to an adjacent ledge. He could see his opponent sprawled out on ground, and recognized him as one of the people in the cafeteria. Among other things, he noticed the lack of armor, as well as the zweihander on his back, and the smaller sword strapped about his waist. Even at this distance he recognized it's design, and realized that he probably knew one of the martial fighting styles native to that country. The Far Western Territories had not been a close ally of the Amagan Empire for centuries, yet still people knew of them. It was a rare thing, but it was still not enough to discount him. The warrior on the other side of the arena could well know and combine the best of the East and the West in his own unique fighting style. He would have to be cautious. Auriel cupped his shield hand and raised it to his mouth. "Oi! You there! Wake up and get to it already!" Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Sep 4 2009, 09:35 PM.
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Sep 4 2009, 11:57 PM Post #3 |
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Relik was not entirely sure what was going on. He pictured the brutal demise of Tokui, Sadistic's evil grin, and then... darkness. Infinite darkness that enveloped his very soul. He began to feel heavier, heavier, as if he were returning to his body. Was the tournament underway? He would have to wait and see. If he was ever free from this darkness... 'Oi!' a voice rang out, shattering his twilight prison, 'You there! Wake up and get to it already!' Relik's eyes snapped open, and before he even moved, he knew he had returned to corporeality. He was himself again. Stretching his limbs out as far as he could, Relik let out a loud grunt. Upon returning to a sprawled position, Relik inadvertently sat up, surprising himself. He had not meant to do that just yet. Perhaps the judges wished him to hurry along. He checked for his weaponry; both blades were accounted for. Looking about, he noticed the eerie emptiness of the stadium, the bleachers lined with shadow. Demons hiding amongst the darkness, or something more? His line of vision returned to his front, surveying the arena. He had heard about the arena, and even seen the hologram, but that could not compare to truly witnessing it. A large battlefield comprised of levitating 3 meter long by 3 meter wide platforms, with a gap of at least a foot separating them. This was not going to be a cakewalk. No wonder they called him Sadistic. Relik surveyed his opponent. Full clad in chainmail and platemail, with a sword and shield to boot. Perhaps this foe still honored the knights of old? Considering the common psychology of knights and his opponent's well-furbished defense, it would be a safe assumption to think he would stay as close as possible to Relik. Which, considering the battlefield circumstances, could be an advantage or disadvantage. He would need to find out exactly how this battleground functioned. He cupped his hands over his mouth, "Hey! You over there!" he shouted, "Before we get this started, do you mind if I ask you a question? How long will these things stay afloat anyways?" He was making a bold move asking such a question. For all he knew, his opponent may not have calculated such an idea. However, the knight looked intelligent, so he assumed that he had. Should his opponent answer, it would make the combat all the easier. Should he choose to ignore, Relik would simply have to see for himself. Regardless of his opponent's response and Relik's own eagerness to fight, he would simply have to use more reserved tactics if he wished to leave this hellish arena with his life intact. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Sep 5 2009, 07:56 PM Post #4 |
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(ahem accent check)Auriel reached up with his left hand and readjusted his helmet. "'Tis only a few seconds, but it'll do. Cannot be bothered with this thrice-buggered mess, but as that modern saying goes, 'Embrace the Suck.'" Auriel sighed theatrically. Letting his left hand hang loose, he brought up his sword and touched its sharp edge to his face in salute. "Oi dedicate this bout t' Aurora, Mistress o' the Dawn, and t' My Lord Duncan Elias Acorn, First King of Mobotropolis." Stepping onto the platform in front of him, he began sidestepping to the left. "Oi am Auriel, son o' Steppenwolf, son o' Edmund, the First Guardian o' the Floating Isle," and bare seconds had elapsed after stepping onto the next platform, that the first one fell into the darkness below, "An' 'tis yer great misfortune that Oi cannot beat ya soundly as Oi prefer, for this place will surely be yer doom, inasmuch as introducin' yer entrails t' war-tempered steel." Auriel hopped to the next platform to his left just before the current platform slid away from under his feet. "'T would please me greatly t' know yer name afore we begin." Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Sep 7 2009, 04:31 PM.
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Sep 7 2009, 04:01 PM Post #5 |
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Regardless of Auriel's thick accent, Relik was sure he understood what he was saying. "My name is Relik Arthur Hawthorne. It's a pleasure to meet you." He stepped out onto the arena, balancing himself on the platform, "It really is a shame we can't have a good old-fashioned match. I would've hoped things would be different. But alas, it's not really our decision." He hopped to his right, keeping himself across from Auriel. His previous platform began to fall. He looked at the hole, gulping. He laughed nervously. "Heh, I have a strange feeling this contraption will be the death of me. You'll just end up being the catalyst." He hopped to the right once more, now directly across from Auriel. "So," he clapped his hands together, "Shall we get this underway? It's a shame to kill such an honorable foe, but, honestly," he drew his Uchigatana, "I prefer living." |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Sep 7 2009, 04:55 PM Post #6 |
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((Alright, here goes, in a 6x6 grid arena! Edited for some extra description. Audio aid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1XBX-MstQI Audio Aid download: http://daitrombe.net/music/show/283 )) 'Aye, Oi prefer livin' too,' Auriel thought grimly. This Relik Arthur Hawthorne seemed a decent fellow, and though he could kill him, it went against the grain. Auriel had made an oath never to kill again. Not since his brother...... Auriel frowned, shaking his head briskly to clear his mind of the melancholy that threatened to rise once more. Leaping to the next platform to his left before the current one slipped away, Auriel assumed a stance, his sword arm forward toward Relik. "Roight, then!" Raising his sword and sword arm to parallel the ground, Auriel pounded twice on his chest plate with his shield hand. The hard metallic report sounded through the open alcove above. CLANK! CLANK! "Fág an bealach! Tagann bua sa Maidine! Téigh! Seol ar aghaidh le BUAAAAAAAAAAA!!" Clear the way! Victory comes in the Morning! Go! Forward to VICTORYYYYY!!! Sword raised high over his head, the Royal Knight of the Phalanx charged forward at a light jog, taking three steps per platform. In a moment, battle would be joined. In spite of the uncertainty and the ominous silence of the arena, Auriel's blood roared. It had been so long, so very long. The last of the old Amagan Empire, scion of its proud military tradition, and Guardian of the House of Acorn's legacy. Oath or not, he would let himself fall here! Not here! Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Sep 7 2009, 07:57 PM.
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Sep 9 2009, 01:43 PM Post #7 |
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"Right, then." Relik said angrily, "Let's do this! For my honor!" He looked down. And I'll do it for you too, Julia... wherever you are... Relik closed his hand over his heart. He would not allow himself to fail here. For his honor and dignity, he must win, so that he may return to his beloved. He hopped forward a platform and prepped himself. He looks tough... he thought, But if I play my cards right, I bet I just might win this... It seemed a little off when he compared his equipment to his foes, but it really wasn't what they had. It was how they used it. Relik knew some advanced techniques with his Uchigatana, and he was sure his opponent could also make the most of what he had. Seems it boiled down to him provoking his opponent and playing the defensive until an opening arrived. Maybe then he could land a blow. He hopped up another platform and took a two handed swing at Auriel, making sure to expect him to dodge and counterattack. As they said: Never know, always suspect. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Sep 10 2009, 05:47 PM Post #8 |
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(edited for description and realism.)) Auriel charged in, weapon at the ready, pumping his sword arm for extra momentum. Honed of training and experience, Auriel's perception of time slowed and expanded. He dimly noted the platforms falling away to Relik's right, and the position of his sword gripped in his hand. He even was able to spot the manner in which Relik's body swayed every so slightly when he took a breath. The platforms he had occupied about 15 seconds earlier began dropping away into the darkness, starting a slow, inaudible cascade behind him. It was all too soon before the two opponents were upon each other. Relik leveled angled his Uchigatana for a two-handed swing, ostensibly to strike against his shield. He probably hoped to destabilize Auriel's grip on his shield, or weaken the shield itself. Using the weight of the sword in a downward swing would add more force to his intent. How perfectly predictable... if only because it's what Auriel might have done, too. Unfortunate that Auriel wasn't anything this current world would consider to be 'well known,' however. As Relik's Uchigatana swept down, Auriel came down hard on his right knee, pushing his left foot forward as he went into a sliding crouch. Simultaneously, Auriel switched the grip on his sword to grasp the un-sharpened portion just above the hilt, and he flexed his shield arm up, bringing his shield to a slanted angle. "Glacaim!" I accept! In the instant before sword struck shield, Auriel pushed up, and made a sweeping thrust motion with his sword arm. In the abrupt counter movement, Relik's strike was partially deflected, and allowed to continue it's leftward motion. In the aftermath of the sword strike, the forearm strap of his shield jerked violently; one steel fastening worked its way loose of the leather. Auriel's sweeping thrust movement drove the tip of his sword squarely at the iliacus and psoas major hip flexor muscles running laterally over Relik's right pelvis. Even a partially successful hit would prevent Relik from lifting his knee, let alone lifting anything weighing more than 5 pounds with his right arm. It would also be a deep cut. ((as I said before, you better hope Relik is good enough to dodge. Be aware that the scutum shield might be partially obscuring his vision, which could be preventing him from seeing Auriel's attack.)) Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Sep 10 2009, 07:33 PM.
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Sep 15 2009, 07:17 PM Post #9 |
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(Sorry it took so long) Such is the flow of battle. One man makes his move, and the other must find the most appropriate response. Unfortunately for Relik, no response could have been more appropriate than the one executed by Auriel. As he swung downwards, he noticed Auriel locate himself closer to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, Relik noticed Auriel grab his blade just above the hilt, possibly for a more effective thrusting strike. It became blatantly obvious to Relik that his opponent not only knew how to use his blade, but knew how to use it effectively. Upon impacting the shield, Relik's hands were flung off to the left, leaving a large portion of his torso open for attack. Not the best position to be in. "Oh shi-!" Relik blurted out as he jerked his body to the left, following the motion of his blade. It seemed his opponent had attempted to take a shot at his right hip area. And it had worked. The blade cut through his shirt and several layers of flesh, sending signals of intense pain to his brain. But none of that mattered right now. Adrenaline was pumping into him, nullifying the feeling. He was sure it would hurt later, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Although Relik was not familiar with anatomy, but he had a feeling that had it cut harder and deeper, he may have been down for the count. Making a last ditch effort to get out of Auriel's range, Relik leaped to the platform on his left. As he landed, the pain in his hip intensified, causing him to jerk violently. It hurt worse than it looked. Relik realized only during his swipe that he had been wearing his scabbard on the wrong side. That definitely may have cost him the match later. It certainly had limited his options earlier. He took it off and clipped it to his left hip. Better to let his right one alone anyhow. It then occurred to him that he had a combat knife in his boot. Flinching once more, but faking this time, he bent over and put it up his left sleeve, resting the blade between his middle and ring fingers and sliding it down to conceal it. It could come in handy should they lock swords. "I guess I should probably take this more seriously, huh?" Relik said smiling at Auriel, "Besides, I was using my blade all wrong. Now the real fun begins." With that, Relik put his sword away and lifted his hands in the air. "This is how it should be done!" he smirked quickly, his happy attitude swiftly fading, "Now, back to business." (From now on, could we count Relik's scabbard on his left side, regardless of my profile error.) |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Sep 16 2009, 04:55 PM Post #10 |
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((edited for clarification.)) On the periphery of his vision, Auriel saw Relik's eyes widen in alarm as he became aware of his precarious vulnerability. Sheer instinct gave rise to fight-or-flight reflexes, and in an instant, Relik's reflexes chose the best course of action. "OH SHI-!!" Impact. Auriel's sword hit to the left, off-center from where he had intended to strike. The fabric stretched, then shredded like paper as his sword tip pierced through to the skin underneath. The sword bit deep into Relik's hip joint, though not as deep as he intended, due to Relik's desperate dodging. An instant later, Relik was out of Auriel's vision. Curling his legs under his torso, Auriel lunged forward into a roll, using his shield to straddle the gap onto the next platform. Completing the roll, he spun counterclockwise, hopping to his feet, shield at the ready, prepared to block the next blow. Contrary to his expectations, Relik had taken the opportunity to distance himself from Auriel and was regrouping, as best he could under the circumstances. He was limping, but wasn't totally disabled in his leg as Auriel had hoped. As Auriel slowly began circling once more, Relik began readjusting his scabbard. Auriel was intrigued; perhaps he meant to fight like Ysaro had fought in the last tournament. His hopes were dashed when Relik refastened the scabbard to the other side of his waist. Auriel could tell that the wound was deep, Relik's clothing bearing a fresh, ugly gash that was rapidly becoming stained with blood. He couldn't spot the tell-tale spurting that would bear witness to arterial bleeding, and Auriel sighed in relief. It would be gruesome, but veinal bleeding was nothing compared to arterial bleeding. Relik took another step and flinched, hunching down toward his feet. His hands fumbled, making grasping movements at the top of his boot. Auriel's eyes narrowed in suspicion, and he made a faint 'harrumph' sound. 'Let's nae be too obvious, yon whelp?'
There was a grim respect in that. Relik was injured, and he may have an injury that would bother him the rest of his life, but he still fights! "There some potential in yer guts yet, lad! Oi hope ye turn out t' be a fine warrior someday, but if it's a fight ye be wantin', Oi'll be obligin'!" Swiftly, and with little ceremony, Auriel sheathed his sword, and shrugged off his shield, tightening the fastener on his shoulder to bring the shield back onto his back. Assuming a classic boxer's mixed-guard stance, Auriel brought up his hands for a mid-guard, baring the spikes on his knuckles, and began to shuffle toward Relik. "Let's fight like real men!" Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Sep 17 2009, 11:52 AM.
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Sep 17 2009, 07:48 PM Post #11 |
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Watching Auriel perform what seemed to be a most highly effective rolling technique to close the gap, he was almost certain he had done so before. Upon noticing that Relik had placed the scabbard on his left hip, he saw the light from Auriel's eyes fade, which puzzled him slightly. However, the fire returned when Relik sheathed his weapon; perhaps Auriel figured there was hope for him yet. 'There some potential in yer guts yet, lad! Oi hope ye turn out t' be a fine warrior someday, but if it's a fight ye be wantin', Oi'll be obligin'!' Relik could not help but smile at what Auriel had said. He knew from the grizzled veteran that Auriel seemed to be that what he had said was most likely the highest of honors. No better time to feel proud of himself than now. Relik realized that the gash he had received on his right hip may be a problem. He certainly didn't want to weaken due to blood loss. Ripping off a piece of fabric where it had been cut, he placed it over the wound. The blood would hold it in place. Or so he hoped. Despite Auriel being a noble fighter, he couldn't rule out that it was an area that could easily be taken advantage of. As Auriel sheathed his weapon and assumed what appeared to be a boxer's pose, it dawned on Relik as to how he were to handle the situation. Remembering the mildly differentiated hand-to-hand combat he had learned, Relik placed his left arm outstretched a distance from his face, while keeping his right significantly closer. Assuming a wider stance, Relik shuffled back until his right foot was nearly an inch away from the edge of the platform. He gave Auriel a nod signifying that he could move closer so they could fight without worrying about the problem of a gap. "May the best man win," Relik said confidently. Relik remembered some techniques and counters he had learned, and some that he had taught himself. Better now than later. They could come in handy should his foe be an aggressive hand-to-hand fighter. Which Relik was almost certain he would be. Besides, he had an ace up his sleeve. And like all cards, he was waiting to play it at the right time. |
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| Lord Bowie | Sep 17 2009, 09:07 PM Post #12 |
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MATCH PERIOD OVER, JUDICIAL REVIEW UNDERWAY |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | Sep 17 2009, 11:13 PM Post #13 |
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TALANCIR D'LANDIOR -Fair Play: 10/10 Only a single exchange of blows to go off of here. Interesting challenge to fisticuffs towards the end. -Grammar: 10/10 No noticeable grammar/spelling flaws. -Adaptation to Setting: 9/10 Kept the platforms in mind at all times and gave some nice description of them, but didn't bring A LOT of attention to them towards the end. -Entertainment: 9/10 Is that a Welsh accent or a Scottish accent, laddie? Great characterisation and a fantastic description of combat. THIS IS SNAKE (KTIMLECK) -Fair Play: 10/10 Again, only a single exchange of blows to go off of in this match. However, you did take that blow and adjusted your tactics accordingly. -Grammar: 10/10 No noticeable grammar/spelling flaws. -Adaptation to Setting: 8/10 You also kept the platforms in mind, but didn't take things much further than moving on and off them when things got dangerous. -Entertainment: 9/10 Excellent combat description and some nice use of words there. This would have been so much easier to judge if there had been a few more clashes. Given the (limited) data, I've settled for a decision that doesn't exactly feel very informed, but anyway... The score thus far stands at: Talancir - 38 Ktimleck - 37 |
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| Lord Bowie | Sep 19 2009, 01:40 PM Post #14 |
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TALANCIR D'LANDIOR (Auriel) Fair Play: 10/10 As TUC mentioned, only the one real exchange with no real unfair notation. Grammar: 10/10 S' all clean. Adaptation to Setting: 9/10 You took into account where you were fighting and described the setting wonderfully as you fought. There was no real advantage taking to account for the 10th bonus point but the performance was as solid as any good judge could hope for. Entertainment: 10/10 Whether it was describing the "inaudible cascade" of falling platforms, describing vivid damage and attacking motion, or just keeping the tone of the match off from being an utter serious business action fest with your characters unique use of accent, you never ceased to impress me as a reader. The daring and honorable fisticuffs (however with a now partially crippled opponent) challenge was also pretty nice. THIS IS SNAKE (KTIMLECK) (Relik) Fair Play: 10/10 Fair is Fair, and Fair your fight was. Grammar: 10/10 No errors to be seen, nice effort to keep your work clean. Adaptation to Setting: 8/10 "You also kept the platforms in mind, but didn't take things much further than moving on and off them when things got dangerous." Thanks for the description TUC! ^^ Entertainment: 10/10 I'm gunna be fair and give you similar praise in the entertainment factor as your opponent. You had only one true clash but made the most of it, you two both fed off each other very strongly and TBH I'd like to see this fisticuffs finished off, I really got caught up in it all. Possibly worthy of finishing this match privately if either of you have the will to. Talancir - 39 Ktimleck - 38 + Talancir - 38 Ktimleck - 37 = A Talancir victory by a measly 2 points.. really the match was a hard to judge conflict that could have gone either way and I'm actually sad that you two had to face off in the first round, this had more the making of a finale than an opener. Talancir- 77/80 Ktimleck- 75/80 |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Sep 27 2009, 06:32 PM Post #15 |
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The two combatants closed the distance. Auriel shuffled in, precise and slow, due to his armor weight; Relik shuffled in as well, but due to the injury he recieved earlier, he was favoring his right side. As the two met, Auriel bobbed and threw a feint, aiming for Relik's weakened side. It was a valid maneuver, especially since Auriel's main objective was to end the fight as quickly as possible. As expected, Relik was moving to protect his injured side. Switching position, Auriel launched an elbow strike with his right arm at Relik's left side; the impact threw him off balance, and abruptly twisting in the opposite direction, Auriel grabbed him with his left hand and twisted him to the right. As Relik was pulled to the right, his injured side became dangerously exposed, and Auriel quickly struck out with his left foot, landing squarely on Relik's injured hip joint. Over the sounds of string coming from Auriel and Relik's vocal chords were the wet sound of meat being stomped with a hard object, and the ripping of muscle. Relik screamed in pain, reeling backward, and Auriel jumped to the left onto the next platform, before the one he was standing on fell. The impact drove Relik onto the platform he was on previously, and just as he began to recover from this newest blow, the platform gave way. Jumping as best he could, he reached out toward the nearest platform, agonizingly out of reach... Relik jolted suddenly as his wrist was caught. He looked up in surprise to see Auriel's head and arm hanging over the edge. Auriel gritted his teeth as he snarled out, "YIELD!" Relik was stunned; for almost two seconds, he didn't say a word. "...What?" "YIELD! D' YOU YIELD!" "Are you kidding me?!" Auriel half-flopped, half-rolled his bulk to the next platform beside him, grasping the edge with his other hand and shifting his legs. "SURRENDER OR OI'LL DROP YA!" "Ok fine! Fine! I yield!" Auriel sighed in relief. "Good. Honor is satisfied." And with that, Auriel hauled himself to his knees and pulled Relik up toward the platform. Hopping up to his feet, Auriel flexed his legs with all the strength he could muster, pulling Relik up toward the brink. Surprised at this sudden turn of events, Relik was at a loss for words. "Uh--oooooaahhhh!" Barely wasting a moment, Auriel squatted down, jamming his shoulder into Relik's abdomen and pulling his bulk into a 'fireman's carry' with Relik's body lying across his shoulders. Auriel's pauldrons, his shield, sword pommel, and his neck collar all poked sharply into Relik's unarmored body. "What're you doing?!" "Gettin' out o' 'ere!" Carefully and deliberately, Auriel began to jog towards his starting position at the edge of the alcove. Behind him, the platforms began to fall once more, however they had begun falling more swiftly. Perhaps the powers that be were disappointed at the anti-climactic ending. Reaching the end of the platforms, Auriel made an improvised dive onto the landing, falling first on his knees, then on his armored snout. Relik rolled helplessly with the forward momentum; he came to a stop with a groan. Auriel clambered to his feet with a groan; the landing had hurt more than he thought. With care, he walked over to Relik, who struggled to get up as well. Unceremoniously, Auriel placed a foot on Relik's shoulder and pushed him down. "Don' get up, fool." Confusion was riddled on Relik's features. "What's going on? I told you I surrendered!" "Don't get up, yer likely t' rip somethin'." Kneeling down, Auriel pointed to Relik's wound. "It's not immediately life threatenin', but blood is still blood, 'specially with that cut. Yer life ebbs wit' blood loss; if Oi can help it, Oi'm gonna try an' stop yer bleedin'. Wit' 'ope, Oi can get ya to a surgeon afore too long. Now take off yer jacket, it'll staunch better than yer shirt." |
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