RP duel, anyone?

[Wang Ping]

A good old sparring duel, first one to hit the opponent on the flesh is the victor. It's going to be on a market square, with a crowd around it, but keeping their distance. Soldiers will jump in the fight if they even suspect one of the two fighters is going to murder the other.

RP rules, we'll mod it ourselves via PMing. So I only want one person to reply to this and that person will also be my sparring partner here. Oh yeah, no concealed weapon and only one weapons is allowed to be used.

But please reply, mysterious one.

[Elmokins]

Ah hell, I'll duel ya.
I'll post soon

[Elmokins]

Tiberius smiled to himself, a empty grin. He flexed his arms, trying to find his old skill, for too long he had been a distant general. For too long had he ordered men to kill and die for Rome, never himself ready to make that risk. All this would change. Tall and broad he was still in his prime, like a fantastical bird still trying to preserve its plumage. Still, he would fight.

The roman warrior looked around, he saw shouting faces, deaf noise, the crowd lingered as some huge entity with hundreds of eyes, all watching him, all ready to critiscize. His eyes squinted, trying to focus on events, hands clutched around his long spear. The powerful weapon had several areas adapted to aid in grip, the light steel felt warm in his grasp. Sun spilled over Tiberius, he wore only base clothing, a faded red shirt, tightly bound to his form by a strong belt, bearing the insignia of a wolf, of Rome.

Tiberius wore no armor, he was no longer a general, for this brief flutter in the pages of his life, he was free. Also this duel was about speed, skill and the moment, no armor was needed.

The roman took a wide stance, slightly crouched in his forewards right leg. His spear was held ready, full length of the weapon still not brought to bear. About three feet of steel lingered behind the roman, his hands ready to strike out with that three feet of cold metal. "You may begin."

[Wang Ping]

*Wang Ping smirked by looking at his opponent. A foreigner, actually not worthy of the time of the man. But he had no choice. Both wanted to test their skills and even though this duel was not going to be decisive for the faith of China, it was going to be decisive for these two man who stood face to face this day. Bragging rights, for when they ever met again. Or maybe good lessons, that would come in handy when real blood was on the line on a deadly battlefield. No-one could know. But what Wang Ping did know was that he was going to give everything he had against this man. He had always lived a peaceful live in his quiet hometown, but today, he was a warrior. Today would make him a warrior, whether he was defeated or was the victor.*

*His Iron Spear was in his left hand. He held it in his hand with a lose grip, hoping to spare what little energy it saved when holding it like this. But as is opponent took his defensive stance and said the words Wang Ping wished to hear, he brought his spear up. and held it diagonally in front of him. If this foreigner was going to use any special tricks, Wang Ping was ready for it. But after some five seconds, he knew the man was not going to strike. No, he was actually going to give Wang Ping the full freedom of charging and thrusting. Maybe it was going to be a direct hit the first time? Then this duel was going to be short and pretty much a waste of time and energy. No, Wang Ping hoped to find the true art of battle with this man. He wished to feel it, taste it, smell it.*

*Within seconds, Wang Ping had designed a plan in his mind and was now ready to carry it out. Seeing the somewhat crouched position of the foreigner, Wang Ping knew the first few strikes were going to have to be aimed low in order to do some damage. The only way to avoid them was to jump away and deflect and somehow, Wang Ping knew the foreigner wasn't going to deflect the thrust that was about to come. As the two warriors have gotten in trance of the enchanting of the surrounding crowd, Wang Ping quickly somewhat throws his Iron Spear in the air, while running to approach Tiberius. While the Iron Spear is in low air, Wang Ping brings his left and right hand to the most furthest point from the metal head. And as soon as he was within range to hit the foreigner, he used both his hands to thrust the Iron Spear forward, aiming for the right lung of Tiberius, but simultaneously keeping his Iron Spear in between the foreigner's spear's metal head and Wang Ping.*

[Elmokins]

Tiberius would have shook his head, would they discount a man who was part of a empire so large the corrupt and pathetic Zhao would quiver in their boots? However he did not shake his head, he had to focus, keep everything in balance, his awkward pose, weapon to his right and with right leg extended, needed complete focus. Each of them faced the unknown, a Chinese warrior and roman soldier, each to his own culture and skills. It would be a clash of more than men, of ways of life.

Wang carried a iron spear, heavy and strong, Tiberius, steel swift and light. So that would dictate the pace of the battle, each of them playing to their strengths.

Wang ran at him, spear eager and glinting for the scrape of skin. Let him run, and exhaust his energy. It will be the small acts such as this that sap a man's energy, make him a moment to slow, let him be hit. Tiberius would not be hit. The spear, with the power of a running man, all his strength pushed into the attack came at him. A attack similar to this had been predicted, a plan formulated, strategems were made and performed.

Wang held his spear far to the end of the shaft, giving a opening, it may have given him more strength but was far easier to knock away. No hand strengthened the upper limits of the weapon, making it easier to swat aside like a troublesome fly. Tiberius moved quick, two action happening at the same moment. One, his left foot, crouched, summoned up strength from its position and pushed to the right, bending at the knee it was tucked into the man's form twirling his left to Wang's left, the foot landed far behing the now sideways on Tiberius.

But what goo would this do? The weapon would still hit the man, would it not? No. Using his shortened spear he man parried, hitting with his blade near the buckler of his enemie's spear. Although he didn't use much strength he used enough, the iron weapon was now aimed for Tiberius' left lung, however that half of his body, with his leg had been twirled away.

The leading force of the attack was now aimed at open space, giving Wang a brief look at the hungry faces of the crowd. Knowing Wang would need a short while to sort his weapon's force and direction out Tiberius then utilised the lower three feet of his spear. He lowered his spear, the tip moving to the floor, right hand taking it to look at the dust, meanwhile the left hand pushed upwards. The twirl had given him momentum, using that push of a foot, energy up through his limbs he pushed the end of the metal spear to Wang's upper body. The very tip of the steel weapon would, if it hit smash the man in the left ear, or temple. Thereabouts. It only mattered that he hit, somewhere.

[Wang Ping]

*It all happened quickly, and Wang Ping knew he didn't have much time to react at his opponent's moved. But a few seconds ago, he would have hit the foreigner full in the chest while going the way he was going, but now the tip of his spear hit empty air, as the Roman had ducked away. Knowing there would be a counter attack, and knowing he now had the speed of his run, he just kept running forwards, making the Roman's attack miss completly. But he still held his Iron Spear at the end and, with using the speed he now had, he turned his body to Tiberius.*

*But right before he had turned, he had let the Iron Spear slip through his hands, giving him more grip on the weapon and also being able to crush more objects that would come his way. And, as if Wang Ping was going to play a game of tennis, he, held his Iron Spear tightly in his hands and let the weapon fly through the air, making a 'swooshing' sound for those who had perfect hearing and so the spear, with now deadly spead, came flying at Tiberius' neck.*

(Crappy post... But it's Sundaymorning, eh? Zondag Brakdag, like I always say. Or for you English dudes, Sunday, Brakday )

[Elmokins]

The cruel iron swung powerfully for his head, Tiberius quickly assessed everything. Held at its center, horizontally in front of his stomach was his spear. His hands quickly slipped to the ends of the spear. He knew that his spear would be unable to block this attack, it would need concentration.

The man pushed his head forwards, and at the same downwards, his knees bent ever so slightly to lower the roman from his lofty height. The iron spear of Wang began to sail over his head, then Tiberius slammed his spear forwards, from his lowered position the large shaft would hit Wang in the lower chest.

Wang's attack would have just finished when Tiberius' spear was smashed into Wang's chest, that is, if it hit.

(Sunday dinner, crap post, I gots lotsa food. )

[Wang Ping]

*And as the Iron Spear came to Tiberius, Wang Ping saw the foreigner was plotting another plan. With his eyes, like that of a hawk, Wang Ping saw Tiberius lower his head and move forward with it. A pity, as the speed and strength put in the attack was surely going to knock his opponent out, but luckily for the Roman, he ducked soon enough. But Wang Ping knew he was now vulnerable for any other attacks and so, right at the moment that Tiberius moved his arms to act with his spear, Wang Ping made his next move.*

*With the speed his Iron Spear was flying, Wang Ping could easily evade his opponent's attack. With his right foot sort of setting off from the surface, he twirled his body along with his spear, making the attack from Tiberius only hit air. And while twirling away from his enemy's spear, Wang Ping had to decide if he would jump back, or continue in the assault. Adrenaline was running through his veins and so the decision was soon made. Without hesitation, Wang Ping used his right foot, which had somewhat in the air to kick his opponent. The man was near enough now, and with the attack he made, he was vulnerable and open for Wang Ping's kick.*

*And so, with half the speed of the flying Iron Spear before, Wang Ping's foot now flew at the Roman's kidneys. A hit there would possibly cause enormous pain and make the Roman ready for the final blow. That is, if the attack would hit, Wang Ping knew this and so, while kicking, he grabbed his spear a bit more co-ordinated in his hands, ready to either give the final hit or be ready to defend against another attack from his opponent. Something he didn't expect, but you always had to be ready.*

[Elmokins]

(Damn, didn't know you'd posted soz. I'll make a post now)

[Elmokins]

Wang Ping had skill, that was for sure, he twirled away from the horizontal push of Tiberius' weapon with a baletic grace that made the roman stare. It was a speedy fast movement however the man still stayed in Tiberius vision, in the corner of his eye. To better follow the movements Tiberius turned to the right, and smiled.

He saw the foot come at him, no doubt painful if it hit, a solid boot. He knew the duel would still continue if it hit, however he would be in pain and breathless, pretty much defeat. Wang could easily hit him if that foot struck, it could not be allowed to hit.

The roman twisted at the waist, still slighty crouched, his upperbody turned to better face Wang. As he turned he allowed his horizontal spear to go with him, and then as the foot came to him the man pushed downwards. The steel shaft would crack Wang's shin, badly. It was impossible to avoid, Tiberius was sure, but he would still have another move.

The native held his weapon well, able to quickly turn to left or right, hopefully the pain in his leg would harm his defense, expose a weakness. From his bent, barely crouched legs Tiberius pushed, he twirled to his own right, as he did so his hands slid to hold his spear like a baseball bat, using the motion of thw twirl he swung. It would strike Wang across his stomach, if it hit, to stop over spinnig Tiberius reached out with one leg, widening his pose and he slid one hand down his spear, now he was in a defensive position. Able to quickly moved and strike, using charged force in his legs, maybe he wouldn't need to, maybe Wang had already been hit, and lost.