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Post by Mortiss V3 on Aug 4, 2008 12:50:12 GMT -5
*The arena had been built for just such an occasion, a test of skill with blades where only the best would triumph. The winner would claim bragging rights and fame, the loser would feel humiliation and disdain. This was so much more than just a game, the slightest fault and it would be all over. This fight would be nothing more than the opening showpiece, a chance for the two competitors to showcase their skills and receive an early win. The arena was packed to capacity, men and women of all social status crammed together on contoured stone seats to enjoy the spectacle. The arena floor was huge 1,000 square meters of sand surrounded by a large wall keeping the audience and stars of the show separate.*
*Mortiss was the first to arrive and looked eager to get this fight over with quickly. His double blades of dysfunction were already drawn and he jogged at a pace into the center of the arena. The crowd cheered and jeered as they saw fit. Sure Mortiss had his fans but he had far more people praying to see his head removed. The uncivilised barbarian began shouting abuse at the crowd which due to the arena s circular design was able to echo with ease to even the back rows which was followed by chants of "You suck". Mortiss sat himself down on the sand and stared at the ground his long dirty hair covering his face. He would wait in silence for his opponent Eshmunbaal*
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Post by Eshmunbaal on Aug 5, 2008 16:51:25 GMT -5
With the assistance of a thunderous applause, Eshmunbaal entered the arena floor to face his opponent. Armed with his falcata and aspis bearing the sign of Carthage, a crescent moon, orientated upwards.
Eshmunbaal made his way to the center of the arena to greet Mortiss. He placed his right fist over his heart with the words: "May you die quickly and painless." Eshmunbaal would await for his opponent's greeting now, if he did indeed have one to say to the Carthaginian...
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Post by Mortiss V3 on Aug 5, 2008 20:12:01 GMT -5
*Mortiss rose to his feet as soon as the cheers echoed around him. He waited in silence for the warrior to take his place in the arena. Though he would not allow any time for a brief little chat or rambling nonsense about greetings. This was no time for honour, this was war. With a burst of energy the animal leaped forth, his double blades already drawn and a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. It was incredible how fast he ran, he was not weighted down by the burdens of armour. His double blades were handmade by Mortiss himself to be devastatingly sharp yet light as a feather. His physique had been toned and built for the simple purpose of being as lethal as possible on the battlefield.*
*In moments Mortiss was upon his opponent, his tounge was dangling like a hungry wolf from the side of his mouth. With a mighty hack with his right blade he slashed downward against the Carthaginian shield. His left blade a split second later was slashed from left to right at a slight angle across the Carthaginians neck. The foreigner would need quick reactions to make it through the first round in one piece*
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Post by Eshmunbaal on Aug 10, 2008 4:27:56 GMT -5
Eshmunbaal's opponent seemed eager to take off his head. Not that he'd be succesful. His blades might have been "light as a feather", but apparently Eshmunbaal's opponent didn't realise that such a light weapon would have nearly no momentum, no power behind it's slash, and therefor, even if it did hit Eshmunbaal, it'd be a miracle if it even cut through the first layer of his armour.
The opponent left him no time to get into a defensive stance, attacking directly after Eshmunbaal's greeting, the opponent showed no sign of respect towards Eshmunbaal. He would pay with the most gruesome death. Eshmunbaal quickly took a step back, placing his left foot behind his right by half a meter, bending through his knees to increase the weight he could put into his defense.
With one swing he'd hit aside the sword coming in from above. Because of the sword's light weight, such a thing was easy to do, and would have no consequences on Eshmunbaal's equilibrium. The same he could not say for his opponent, who might just be knocked offbalance by the hit. Eshmunbaal simply moves his left shield arm slightly to the right, and would move the arm left to knock it away. Because of his placing his left foot behind his right, he had already moved slightly right, making it all the easier to pull off this move.
The "attack" was no over however, as the enemy brought in another badly timed attack. Eshmunbaal moved his left foot half a step (1/3 meter) forward and moved his right much more forward (to about 3/4 meter in front of his left). He ducked at the last moment , allowing the slash to move freely over his head.
Once the blade had passed, he moved both his arms up, his left to yet again knock a blade aside, just the other one this time. Having had almost done nothing just a moment before, it was an easy thing to do the same manoevre a second time. As he did this, he brought his falcata up, and delivered a vertical slash, aimed at the enemy's left upper arm, intent to cut it off on the spot.
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Post by Mortiss V3 on Aug 12, 2008 17:08:38 GMT -5
*The Carthaginian using his time machine and going into china was far too much for mortiss who sank into the ground and melted away into nothingness.*
I forfeit, cant be arsed dueling you if your gonna whine about everything.
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Post by Eshmunbaal on Aug 12, 2008 17:14:23 GMT -5
If I were whining you'd know, because I'd be whining via pm, not via the cbox. The fact that I even responded to your first attack means that I fucking allowed it. Instead of making assumptions and immediatly crying wolf, you might've taken the time to use your brain and actually ask what I meant with what I said on there.
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Post by Mortiss V3 on Aug 12, 2008 19:17:50 GMT -5
lol watever man, chill
like I'm over it now man like innit ya know like??
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