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Post by Lyle on Aug 4, 2008 11:26:50 GMT -5
 Chengji
Sihan[/b][/center] He was no bandit. Despite his upbringing, he could happily say today that his sword did not rest with the weak minded but the strong willed. From the ancient north he was, a land divided by the destruction of the prosperous China.. yes, this was his reason why he was here now, standing tall in a freshly built coliseum. It was a large building though not meant to rival much, only nobles and such folk could truly expense the travel and seat for the Tournament. Many we're waiting however for the champion, hoping it was their own hero's name that they could chant. Chengji wasn't sure if he'd return home after this to realize whether his few people were chanting or not. In all honesty he had fallen in love with the beautiful and elegant daughter of the earth, China. She was beautiful, rich and very romantic. Even here, in the arena, he stood tall but he was surrounded by other, taller forms. He could feel them, their golden aroma of sap intoxicating the little nerves and sparking connections deep with his inner cortex. Beautiful memories of plains and windy landscapes shook him; he felt homesick despite his love for this new land... Long ago, at home, he'd been told that it would read easily upon his grave: 'Man who united the scourge and then cleaned, fashioned and healed with the blood of China.' That would've been something, yet there was little hope for such a far-fetched idea with what he'd found himself deep in the past few years. What hope there was- was for him winning the gold and thus the chance to free himself from his sins. This one payment would be able to clear him.. but naturally, so would his death. Simply put, he'd fight as hard as possible, fate was to be left to his opponent and not chances. There would be no half-and-half with his fighting, all would be given, none would be kept. He drew his saber as he closed his eyes, leaving the blade by his side in his right hand as his body remained motionless and somewhat limp. He sniffed hard again, reminding him of his past, making sure he knew why he was here-- and now. Along a tree to his side rested his spear. It was as long as him, and well built, though wooden in base and but a simple blade at its end. Such thoughts didn't come to his mind however, and if his opponent were to pause and comment upon his simple weaponry, they might realize why he didn't pry the subject.. Death awaited! Who would seize the day. |
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Post by Mr ~Traptz~ on Aug 6, 2008 7:57:48 GMT -5
YAY! Rushed post...
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The Great Pirate of Silken Sails. Or Gays-R-Us... The Pirate Gan Ning. The Great Xingba. He stood across from his opponent. One thing made this man stand out in some fashion from the rest. He wasn't here to prove anything, to accomplish anything. No... Here he was out of total boredom. Who'da thought China could be so boring for one who got by pillaging and murdering?
With his ball and chain in his hand, and sword girded at his waist, he was ready for a fight. Oh no, not any fight. But a fight with the Great Gan Ning in it. It was probably a very stupid move but Gan Ning came nearly armorless. He was completely topless, he had a chain mail head piece that covered his shoulders and upper-ish area. He wore plate mail greaves with padded leather armor beneath that. His shin pads were set up much the same, with a plat of mail covering the front, and padded leather around the rest of his legs. Oh, and he had wrist only gauntlets on, that covered the top part of his arm. ( Just ask i you want clarification on any of it...) And not to forget the ominous bells around his waist.
"Y'know kid? I like your weapons. I've always been a fan of simpleness. You at least got my respect." He raised his right hand, and with it the ball and chain. "Not that that'll make me go easy or anything. Ya know how it is, eh?" With his few words spoken Xingba stood his ground, and waited for his opponent to make the first move.
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Post by Lyle on Aug 6, 2008 17:59:24 GMT -5
The rough, tough and incredibly honest words of Gan Ning seemed to tug on Chengji, dragging him from his previous state of embrace to his grimmer reality.
Where Gan Ning was quick to offer his stance and his own respect, his opponent remained as tight lipped as before. In no way was he looking for trouble however, he mused, but rather was not too good with speaking with the die hard, Chinese warrior. They were a different flock, the Mongolian warrior and the Chinese warrior. Both were of a serious manner, but surely if capable of producing either kind, one would choose the Mongol over the Chinaman. Possibly with a little luck and finesse Chengji could beat this man and slowly gain favor for his people.
His first moves were like the crack of a lightening, his body stiff with power and moving over toward his spear while switching his sword hand and of course then taking the longer arm in his right hand. With utmost seriousness and fierce power he took the spear and cranked back and hurled it toward his opponent. He was at such an angle now that if it missed it would implant itself in the smaller tree behind Gan Ning, just in case. The entire action was quick and highly deadly, if not because from where he was from such actions were a necessity to learn.
Realizing that his opponent however wouldn't be down and out with but a simple attack, Chengji moved forward now and took up his saber in his right hand again, this time holding it upside down. His pace quickened and before long he was taking long strides, almost hopping from left to right. He kept his arms tight and his saber tighter, running alone the bottom of his right forearm. Just before he would be in range of his opponent he dove off to the pirate's left, his right and bent his knees a bit as he landed on his left foot. With another crack he turned his shoulders one last time and brought his sword forward, hoping to cut Gan Ning into twine; as the attack was coming from right to left and aiming for the man's unprotected lower stomach.
If the attacked failed he would rely on his left hand which was just before him, hoping to grab onto whatever it found coming its way.
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Post by Mr ~Traptz~ on Aug 6, 2008 19:33:52 GMT -5
Indeed Your Dancing Days Are Done
Xingba watched his opponent move to his spear with little apparent interest. When the spear came flying, it came as little surprise to the pirate. He quickly stepped to his right, and had to shift his torso to avoid the spear completely. It landed with a loud *thuck* into the tree that was behind him.Ning quickly drew his sword with his left hand and moved to the tree. His sword struck the spear, not quite completely breaking the spear but damaging it. Xingba turned to see his opponent making a pass at his unprotected body. He struck out left with his own sword, deflecting the blow back toward his opponent. As the parry was completing Ning brought his mace up slightly then swung it down aiming for his opponents shoulder. Unless the man got out of the way, something was bound to get broken.
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