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Post by Cachot Maître on Aug 24, 2009 22:12:45 GMT -5
There is no escape From the slave catcher's songs For all of the loved ones gone Forever's not so long Well, the half-elf knew what she was doing, that was for sure. Though, she seemed tired already after such a short performance. In combat, you can't waste your time preforming dance routines and putting on a show. You have no time to mess around, you had to go straight for the kill. Unless you were Nolofwine, of course.
"Well, seems like both of you know your stances. But the real question is..." His gaze drifted down at the stone street underneath him, then without a hint or sign, he vanished from sight, and reappeared between both the human and half-elf, slashing both blades out towards them, aiming for their swords, so not to kill them through sheer surprise. "Can you put those moves to a real test...?" Leaping backwards and assuming a basic defensive stance, he nodded towards the half-elf, then the human, motioning for them to start. Like he said earlier, he had no interest in making the first move, and that quick fey step and steel slap was going to have to be enough to let the two know he wanted a fight.
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Post by ippo on Aug 24, 2009 23:41:16 GMT -5
Blink.
He was gone in a flash. Josan froze momentarily, confused. He just disappeared, just like that! How did--
CLANG. His sword wobbled in his grip, threatening to shake itself loose. He gripped tightly his blade to keep it from falling out. Staggering back, he brings his blade up in front of him, held low with the point towards the drow's head, a glower in his eyes. Was this guy just messing with him? He slid around to the back of him and stood upright, his feet prancing back and forth in what looked like a dance. A sambo or fandango, maybe. Whatever it was, it shifted him back and forth slightly. His sword bobbed lightly in front of him, still pointed ahead of him. Was this his stance?
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Post by trist on Aug 25, 2009 0:05:03 GMT -5
Kris' arm came up automatically, her sword crashing against the drow's. She didn't spare a thought to the human across the way from her. She pulled away but when she wasn't attacked again, Kris figured, rightly so, that he was waiting for them to attack. She didn't pay attention to the human except to fight around him. Instead, she focused her swings on her distant cousin instead. As long as she kept him locked between her and the human, she didn't have to worry about what the man was doing.
She swung her sword down on top of his head, twisting her arm and sword out of the way should he dodge or block. Her sword was light, allowing her to move quickly, darting here and there like a beautifully dangerous humming bird.
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Post by Cachot Maître on Aug 25, 2009 0:13:43 GMT -5
There is no escape From the slave catcher's songs For all of the loved ones gone Forever's not so long Nolofwine lazily parried her sword away, watching the human during the whole bout. It wasn't until he was behind him that he had to focus solely on the half-elf. With a quick flick of the wrist, he brought his left handed sword up to meet her's, deflecting it with a swift and powerful parry, before throwing out a leg to kick her square in the gut. Retracting his kick the moment it would connect, or not, Nolofwine spins around quickly to slice at the human, using his right handed sword as an extension of his own arm, attempting to graze his chest only barely.
Should the half-elf swing again after recovering from the parry, and the kick, if it connected, Nolofwine would glance in her direction to drive his left handed sword at hers, parrying once more, before assuming a stance with both feet on the ground again. Without much of a warning, he once again, used his fey step to move to a location that he could see, and separated himself from the half-elf and the human, so they wouldn't be flanking him. With at least fifteen feet separating himself from the other two, he assumed his earlier stance, drifting his eyes back and forth at them, watching their every move.
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Post by ippo on Aug 25, 2009 0:29:14 GMT -5
Josan couldn't help but grin. All those years of practice, finally being put to good use! His eyes had grown sharp, his stance airy and mobile, and his reflexes keen. Enough so that when the drow swung at him with that wide swing to his gut, all it took was a tiny hop back for the blade to just barely miss his chest before suddenly darting forward with a forward lunge, sticking the sword forward towards the drow's side. The blade would immediately retract, and Joe would take another lunging step forward, this time bringing his rapier up and over in a bashing-type motion onto the drow's shoulder, trying to play to his agility and press an advantage. In the event of another one of those teleports, he'd quickly reorient himself and take up his stance again, dancing in place as he was, sword in front and at the ready. Was this a test of some sort?
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Post by trist on Aug 26, 2009 19:26:44 GMT -5
Kris wasn't thinking about tests or the life or death promise of Nolofwine's blade. All she was thinking was how fun this was. She noticed that their opponent tried very hard to keep away from being in the middle of the two of them, so she reacted in kind. Every time he moved away, using magical means or otherwise, Kris fought him back to get across from Josan again. Every time she moved back into position, she closed in on him, making her way closer and closer, forcing him nearer and nearer to the human. Kris hoped that, with Josan fighting so seriously and her blade at her side, for the moment, the drow would concentrate most of his attention on him, instead of her.
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Post by Cachot Maître on Aug 26, 2009 19:38:14 GMT -5
There is no escape From the slave catcher's songs For all of the loved ones gone Forever's not so long Nolofwine fought the half-elf back, maintaining his current ground and refusing to move away from that spot. With a deft parry, Nolofwine manages to turn the half-elf's momentum against herself, forcing her to stumble to one side. With that sudden opening, he leaps in the opposite direction of her stumble and glances in the human's direction, stepping through the realm of the fey to appear behind him. With a quick snap of the wrist, Nolofwine strikes at the human's spine with the hilt of his blade, followed by another fey step far out of range of both half-elf and human.
With a smirk, he sheathes his main handed blade, and strikes his off hand weapon into the ground, through a small crack between bricks. Muttering silently and forming a small series of runes within his head, Nolofwine glances at the half-elf, releasing a vertical column of golden flames in front of her, and the same at the human. With that slight distraction, Nolofwine retrieves his sword and waits out the next attack.
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Post by ippo on Aug 26, 2009 19:50:51 GMT -5
This guy isn't half-bad. He must be pretty nifty to be able to swing both swords like that pretty well. Shame Josan only had the one rapier, not counting his dagger, which he now drew in his left hand. The dagger would serve as his parrying assist, his rapier still intending to cause some damage. Unfortunately, this drow guy had charged him again only to vanish again. He hardly had a chance to turn around and get reset before he took a shot to the back. With a wince and a grunt, he dropped to one knee, still holding both weapons but pausing for a moment.
Cracking his neck to make sure his spine was still fine, Joe stood upright in time to see the tail end of what sounded like some sort of incantation. Fortunately, he was up soon enough to spot the full effect: two awe-inspiring columns of flame shooting horizontally, one heading straight towards him. Magic now? Sheesh! Way to play to his weaknesses. He oughta get some practice in so he won't be so mismatched.
Time to complain later. He jumped wide of the column, the radiant heat still felt even feet away, a stark contrast to the cool snowy air outside. As the column shot past and illuminated the alley and half his body, Milo took the initiative and charged the drow, dagger in front of him and rapier at his side. Once close enough, the rapier would come forward in a heavy lunge towards the drow, aimed for his face. If his reflexes were as good as he thought, this shouldn't be much of an issue for him.
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Post by trist on Aug 26, 2009 21:25:03 GMT -5
Kris scrambled to get out of the way of the blast. She felt a rush of heat go past her back and could smell it singeing the very tip of her braid. She swore in both of her mother languages and spun around to glare at the source. "That was highly unnecessary!" She complained, bringing her sword up again. She was panting heavily by this time, but seemed unwilling to stop.
She spotted the human going at their drow's head and grinned, an idea forming in her head. As he lunged at him, she let her sword drop and darted forward and, with a quick spin that was more dancer than fighter, knocked his feet out from under him, allowing her human partner to bring his sword down at a, hopefully, very shocked face.
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Post by Cachot Maître on Aug 29, 2009 19:22:04 GMT -5
There is no escape From the slave catcher's songs For all of the loved ones gone Forever's not so long "Very good!" He shouted with glee as his feet were knocked out from underneath him. Without any signs of hesitation or shock, Nolofwine simply vanished from the spot he was in, and appeared behind the two. With a friendly slap on the bum of the human with the flat side of his sword, and a slightly less friendly slap on the bum of the half-elf with his hand, Nolofwine chuckled and leaped backwards, assuming stance once more.
"You two make a marvelous team. Now that the compliments have been handed out, I'll tell you what you have been doing wrong." His voice took on a more serious tone, and his sword found it's way into it's sheath as he leaned up against a wall. "Girl, you move with grace and skill, and would put many fencers and dancers alike to shame. However, your moves are better suited for a short ballet, not a long battle. You focus too much on your fancy twirls and slices. I'll tell you this though, when you strike at my guard, you leave no openings in your own. The best anyone could hope for is that you tire out before they do, in order to strike you down. In a one-on-one fight, you would win, hands down." He paused for a moment, then sighed. "In a war, you would be one of the first to fall. Work on your endurance, rather than your footwork."
With a slight glance to the human, Nolofwine chuckled to himself at the sight of him. "You did very well, and, I'm sure you could outfight me if it wasn't for my dirty tricks. Your skill with the sword rivals any master or general in this city, that is for sure. However, if you were to be caught off guard, you would fall quickly. I could have very easily cut the back of your neck, and cause your head to tumble to the ground. Remember this, for I am not the only one who holds many tricks up my sleeves." And with that, he clasped his hands together and sighed in relief. "You both gave me a run for my money, and, I'm glad I didn't underestimate you both. Or else that final attack would have lost me an eye or two."
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Post by ippo on Aug 29, 2009 19:32:51 GMT -5
Josan's eyes only narrowed as he hesitantly and slowly sheathed his rapier, his dagger disappearing behind him. The test was done? What was that all about? He paused to catch a quick breath. As bothersome as his words were, the critic was right. He'd gotten thrown off-guard too many times throughout that fight. It would've been his gut or his head if it were anyone more malicious. Still, that compliment about his swordplay put a dopey grin on his face, chuckling as he scratched the back of his head. Sort of a humble pride, it looked like. With another huff, his arms dropped, his eyes and face taking on a more flat tone.
"Well, that's all well and good," Joe remarked, "but why do you care how we fight? For that matter, why do you care about us in the first place? Aren't all the badasses supposed to be loners who don't talk to anyone and sit against the back wall of a tavern and drink crappy beer?" He had a point, though. The drow had taken a sudden interest in the duo seemingly out of nowhere, even going so far as to test their skill. What gives?
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