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Post by fearless on Jul 25, 2006 17:03:56 GMT -5
Rules - deaths apply *not affecting rpg tho*
no concealed weapons
no god modding
Scenery - Woodlands - A stretch paces beneath the warm sun, where the two generals stand and fight. The tree's here are long, sprawling out as they reach the peak beefore fading away into the large mass of Fulmac leaves. The grass is well cut, with Vargite stones stitched into the soil to tress it from line to line. apart from the basic outlook of the fields, everything seems calm, there is no wind, only the natural route of the east blowing gently, and the sun sets a gleaming eye upon the two generals.
Renius, a man known only for battle watched as a man appeared from the northern reaches of the world, between them, the world was a simple field of grass, tree's and swords, there was nothing to interupt in their struggle, and there'd be only at the end of this pratical battle of honour.
Renius was old, his wrinkled face alone shown this, he had an olive skin, matched curtly by the under layered tunic he wore to help ease his muscles before a fight. without the easy hatchet of his blade, nothing could rise, and nothing could fall.
men spoke with swords, cowards spoke with diplomacy, this was the futile land that they both knew so well, and this was the life style they'd both took on, so well.
He was Naive to think it any other way, and foolish to. he thought long and hard about those who he had killed, be they man, woman, child or even beast. Each persont o cross his path and ultimately died, and so would this one, one way or another.
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Post by Ma Chao on Jul 25, 2006 17:32:45 GMT -5
A small blossom, fighting gravity, eventually sucumbed to it's physical betterer and was loosened from a large tree. The youngling flower spun in an adroit manner, not quite sure of where it should fall. It seemed to dance with a type of ease, not quite sure of itself but confident nonetheless.
The small sproutling eventually fell.... right into an open palm. The palm quickly tensed it's veins and crushed the blossom. Shrogran looked down at his newly messed hand, as he wiped the saping and pollen on his chest. He smirked and looked up at the man standing only but a spear length away.
"Don't you see, nature gives us metaphors, and we only catch these beautiful pieces of work if we listen and pay attention. What you have just seen is a metaphor for your fate. You, being the blossom, will sucumb and fall... although you will not realize your real fate, you will eventually be crushed by myself. Funny how nature seems to blend the fate of two completely different creatures into the same."
Shrogran let both of his hands fall to his sides and unsheath his twin scimitars in a fluid motion. He looked at his blades and smirked. "Really, I thought you would like to hear something nice before you died... so now that you have heard my words, prepare to die."
The large man was an intimidatingly two heads taller than his opponent, and was much more physically fit. This was obvious as Shrogran prepared his scimitars facing forward, his muscles seemed to bulge and ripple with an intense fury.
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Post by fearless on Jul 25, 2006 18:05:41 GMT -5
Renius had seen to much of arrogance in his lifetime to succumb to the taunt, instead he released his Gladius, and held the shield that smothered his right arm close to-wards him, forever watching, and forever waiting.
His opponent's was a good foot taller then himself, and much broader to, his physical appearance reminded him of a man he'd killed not that long ago, by the name Corick. he to was a very powerful general, still, brute strength didn't save the life of every general, especially when matched with the veterans of old.
"Have you ever tasted battle boi." he quirked, for a man of age, he stood with amazing posture, his body more scruffy and scarred then that of his opponent, "you'll have a task in defeating me, i was there killing whilst you was still sucking on your mother nipples, enough of your pathetic waiting, and attack if you dare."
his back leg sprawled out, his body shifting to an angle, with his left foot now in front of his right, his move was simple, defense, was its meaning, and defense would what it'd bring.
a smile parted as he let his arm rest against his waist, the handle knocking gently against the smooth metal plates that protected his body.
His shield was prompted up somewhat, so its rims protected the bulk of his torso, with a steady glaze and a scornful face, he awaited the man's move.
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Post by Ma Chao on Jul 25, 2006 19:00:01 GMT -5
Shrogran had many reasons to boast, and that's all he had when he was a gladiator in Rome. This fool fighting against him must not have known who the giant standing across him was, he must not have been a Roman. Every roman peasant, political leader, warrior and serf knew who the afamed Shrogran was. He did not have hundreds of scars from playing nice with his enemies in the gladitorial stadium. Shrogran walked a few steps forward, all the time keeping his eyes on his opponents body, rather than his opponents own eyes. His scimitars glinted in the dull sunlight trying to fight it's way through the tree branches.
Shrograns shoulders shifted with each small, cohesively planned step. This is how all of his battles began, the lesser man, and always his opponent, would get into a quite flawed defensive position.. and Shrogran would slowly entertain himself. But as all romans knew, Shrograns patience was a thin hair, and it usually wore away after a few seconds of teasing, and thats when it happened... a quick victory.
Shrogran rolled his shoulders forward, and cracked his neck, rolling it around. Now was the time when his patience was on the wire, and this was bad for his opponents. His eyes never let their deadly glare break sight from his enemie. And with the last breath Shrogran could hear his opponent utter... he sprung.
He made a tornadoe like move, keeping both arms locked at ninty degrees while he was spinning. He spun to the right and kept his right arm up high, scimitar ready to spring out and take his opponents head off. While his left scimitar was vertical to his waist. One blade high, and one blade low, both equally thirsty for blood. Shrogran kept spinning, all the while he kept his eyes on his opponent, moving his head as he spun, so he could keep his focus on his opponent.
He saw through his opponents defensive flaw and took measures to exploit it. The beasts legs bent so that now his head was as high as his opponents chin. At the last spin, Shrogran let his arms spring outwards, as if they were on a spring. The left scimitar was aimed for his opponents legs, and the right was aimed for the opponents head, but he kept his arms close enough so as to keep his body protected through the chains on his forearms.
Shrogran all the while kept bending his legs, ready for the movement of his opponent. Although the beast looked deadly serious, inside he was smiling... starting in a defensive position always hindered an opponent. His opponent obviously not having enough leverage to jump far away or move to the side very fast.... and the reason Shrogran slowly walks towards his enemies is to draw their attention away from his spring... he waits untill he's close enough to where he can lunge forward and not give his opponent a milisecond to react.
Shrogran was a verteran warrior, and knew he had killed more men than his opponent. He smiled... well this is just another death amongst the many...
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Post by fearless on Jul 25, 2006 20:08:38 GMT -5
The Tales of Renius
The crowds bellowed as the opponent's made the arena, like always, slavery was its most expensive tool in ways of warfare, and never did they flinch or scream as the usual horde of slaves were slung side to side by the great beasts of the earth. Renius was young then, unlike today where he stood facing another one of his opponent, he had measured the inability of a move, somehow judging and knowing the character who he faced before even words broke out. Like back at the arena, only smoke covered the air after a feast on victory, and after today, all that would be there to celebrate him would be the blood of his victim, being wiped steadily against the soiled carpet like floor.
He stood with 4 slaves, all wielding both shield and sword, yet lacked the armoury for protection, he buckled them into a stance and ordered the first attack, swiping at the beasts claws as it was lured out by one of the chiefs controlling their movements. the attack was a hit, and the beast hissed and its paws shifted the beast to the other end of the arena.
Renius had said nothing, his eye catching the gaze as they watched the battle, screaming and placing large amounts of bets on the victors of such a war.
This is pointless, he muttered to himself, his eyes meeting with that of his opponent's, he could see the steady steps approach him, just like every other roman barbarian had done over the vicious years he had lasted. come on Renius, your not to old to know he'll lunge, he muttered again. his eyes focusing as he enemy steps brought him closer and closer, he knew soon he'd be unable to block a direct lunge, yet he also knew that retreating now would only shake his settling nerves.
The Large barbarian began what looked like a swirl, it was the first switch and spin of his right foot that brought the matter directly towards him.
The crowd filled the room with an enormous scream, brought forth by the defeat of one of the great beasts, Renius stood above it, removing the sword that dug gently into its furred chest. The men behind him ran wildly, unable to fight such beasts yet to cowardice to accept defeat, he knew this would either be his final days as a slave, or the first of many great days as a warrior.
The beasts turned on him, four beaming eyes planting marks where they planned to strike from, the two beasts circled him, long trained in tearing apart slaves, with a curious eye he watched them, before dashing straight at the 1st, who had circled right whilst the other went left, he praised to the gods he could land a powerful jab to the face, which he did, the claw that reached out dropping before it made impact onto his flesh. the roars of the other came behind him, as a final gulp took place in his throat.
His opponent swirled steadily, his feet showing no form of ill balance and lack of co-ordination, which surprised him, a spin was a quick movement, yet a dash was so much more faster. Renius watched to admire the view, noting the seconds he'd have to easily back away from the attack, yet he remained, watching as he span, taking every little detail of his opponents body and soul.
Then it sparked, a metal chain was curtly seen twisting as his opponent moved around, the old warden smiled at the thought, an increase in range yes, but there would be no back bone to the swords was they thrown out of the man's hands, steadily his feet began to ease, the tension he could feel only seconds ago now passing as the blood rushed in for the strike.
His opponent eased slowly, his body moving down as he did so, his range was getting so close, he'd need to have acted quickly if he was to deflect or even block a move like that against him, and then it struck, the man had been aiming his swords at the destination all the time, his eyes flowed quickly, his legs and his head, he smiled at the jibe and cheek of the warrior who faced him, and launched his own move.
With his opponent spinning right, his left leg would be the easier target of the man's second blow, the first aiming neatly for his head, which with a steady elbow to the inner waist, was quickly put right with his huge shield guarding his entire torso and head. His right hand held his Gladius gently, the peer's within the shield giving him the view he'd need to dash forward.
yet he wouldn't have to, the man's arms were parted, left and right, and with a twist also came the cruel realization that half way past a miss came a time to strike, his opponent was a second or two away from attacking, but Renius needed only 1 second to do his move. the shield to his arms was well strapped and protected, which is what he'd need, the blade was coming, and with a quick duck the first blade drove by, the air slicing past the man's helmet as he could feel himself shudder slightly the welcome.
then he threw down his shield, with his elbow almost as if to be smacking the floor, the great large shield plummeted, and within a mere second the other blade came, smashing into its brass frame before buckling, with both arm's away, and each attack failing, the great warrior Renius, threw up his Gladius, his body still low as to avoid another slice towards his head.
his feet ached as his arm stretched out, the Gladius moved swiftly towards the general's waist.
He prized the blade from the beasts mouth as he turned, only to whelp at the large gash made across his chest, he heaved before his shield smashed into the beast before the blade came swiftly after. turning in satisfaction, he saw 2 of the remaining slaves hack away the final beast, screaming with the bloody victory they had gained. silently, he prayed the gods, and smiled at the slaves who had survived.
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Post by Ma Chao on Jul 25, 2006 20:36:11 GMT -5
Shrogran noticed this wise man's eyes, he realized the man was observing his flawless moves... Shrogran knew he was being set up, but he was already into the swing, and he couldn't stop. The soft earth under him kicked up as he made his spin with the strike... he had made a mistake, he thought, this old man would kill him if he defended correctly.
But Mars, the god war was smiling down upon Shrogran this day, it was apparent Shorgran was meant to live another day. Through the old mans years, he must have lost a little something to observing strikes, or yet.. maybe it was Mars who clouded his vision and mind so Shrogran could kill him.
The old man had miscalculated the ex-gladiators strikes... Maybe it was the sunlight that blinded him momentarily, but the old man made a deathly mistake. He had a niche that Shrograns scimitars would hit one after the other... but what he had miscalculated was that they were perfectly parrallell at the beginning of the move and they would hit at the exact same time, this is what Shrogran had wanted, and luckily the old man had not caught this.
The Coming Evil smiled as the man ducked from the scimitar aimed at his head... and as he ducked he had no idea the lower one was on it's way at the same time. The warrior ducked right into the lower strike and Shrogran felt the stain of blood and muscle skew against his blade. Shrogran opened his mouth as the thighs of Renius were cut clear open, sending blood flying into the brute's mouth as he screamed a blood raged battle cry.
As soon as Shrograns blade wrapped around he jumped backwards, knowing the fait of his opponent. Renius could not get up, for Shrogran had cut through arteries and muscle alike... he was doomed to die in less than a minute.
The large man looked at him almost pitifully, "May hades put your soul to rest quickly." Shrogran walked a few steps back, "Now old man, would you like for me to end this quickly, or shall you die slowly?"
Shrogran was much more than this old man had ever fought, and he proved himself worthy enough to be a great fighter in this land of China.
((Good fight, I enjoyed reading your posts. It's always a shame when you miss information or read it wrong, but hey that's happened to all of us. :-) But all around, nice writing))
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Post by fearless on Jul 25, 2006 20:50:33 GMT -5
((wow...u nearly got me...tho no mate...i can live it...though only because i presumed the head atatck was first...pray to gods if it was the other way round...u see, what happens when u duck..ur torso moves with it...as well as ur arms...so my shield would be there regardless...as it'd of mvoed south with my body....me posting that i slammed it was just for more of an effect..tho its 2:53am and i'm tired, so i'd like to go get some rest before i post my way out of it and continue my atatck ^__^ and no editting...as i've posted this mwhahaha))
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Post by Ma Chao on Jul 25, 2006 20:57:59 GMT -5
Lol no, it's fine.
But you did lose, you didn't block it correctly, and even though you did duck you have to remember the second you ducked to dodge the scimitar the other one had already hit, so it wouldn't matter nonetheless, and a shield doesn't cover the entire body, even when slightly/half crouched. But remember, as soon as you ducked, you got hit, so think of it as when you began to duck you got hit..... that'd make it easier.
It's alright though, I gotcha, but hey, it was a good match.
If you don't want to take my word on it, you may get an admin to rule this fight.
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Post by fearless on Jul 25, 2006 21:03:41 GMT -5
haha...no sorry i lost haha..my bad, i just remembeed, Gladius on my right...shield on my left roman shields where huge..covered most of the body...to aid against arrow shafts...but my sheild was on my left and u my left...which...erm..means i shudda block it >.< oh well, my minds racing between the duel and sleep lol so heck..i leave whatever decision to u...and if u wanna see roman shields google it...their huge curved brass and wood....i went to a muesom and saw one...their fucking huge man lol, still i dont care if i live or die  if i die..just post ending it...Renius wouldn't wanna suffer and i trust ur a fair man anyways, thanks for the duel...i'll re duel u when i get hold of 2 katana's, as their my FAV weapons hehe |
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Post by Ma Chao on Jul 25, 2006 21:13:05 GMT -5
((Sorry for the misunderstandings, but it was fun while it lasted. And yes, I didn't know you were using that kind of shield... but it was indeed in your left hand, and Shrogran struck the right first(remember he was turning right.) but don't worry I will redo this so you are still very much alive, i feel like you were almost cheated))
Shrogran's scimitar cut deep into his opponents right thigh, but just as he was about to cut into the left one, rendering him useless and dead.... his scimitar made a resounding ding as it banged into his opponents large shield as he crouched.
Shrogran used his pure overpowering strength to knock the shield to the warriors left, giving him just enough time to regain his composure and jump backwards. His opponent had torn muscle and arteries in his right thigh, and Shrogran felt close to victory. He knew his opponent could not stand on his right leg now, and he would indeed die in ten minutes or so... the only thing his opponent could do was finish Shrogran off in the time Mars gave him before he took his life.
Shrogran wouldn't give him that much time though, as he regained himself in those few secounds he lunged at his opponents right side, one scimitar held at his waist, for defensive measures, and the scimitar in his left hand was aimed to cut deep into the torso of his opponent.
((Les see what you can do mate, and sorry about you getting confused, but it happens.))
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