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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 12:58:50 GMT -5
Here is where we battle... and this one is for Rank!!
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 13:01:59 GMT -5
You have the 1st attack.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 13:10:17 GMT -5
Rydarn stands between the gates.. sweat drips off his brow. He stretches, loosening his joints, preparing for the gate to lower.
He knows the importance of this match. If he whens his paycheck is increased, if he loses however... He gives that honor to his better. He's watched this breton battle before. He is gifted in the Arcane arts. Rydarn knew little of spells and magic, only destruction has been his ally over the years. Still, he feels his experience in the Legion gives him a fighting chance this day.
He cracks his knuckles, and Unsheathes his sword, as the Gate begins to lower. He taps its blade against his shield in respect to his Opponent. The gate reaches the ground as Rydarn steps slowly onto the battlefield.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 13:15:31 GMT -5
Larn steps quietly into the mid afternoon sun, sweat beggining to mark his brow. The crowd roars, cheering for their new favorite. Stepping, his boots crunch over the sand, the blood of his previous battles still pourn there. Breaching the wall to his magicka, his hands begin to glow, ready for any spell, but not readying one. Running to his opponent, Larn raises his mace while his blade lowers, readying his signature attack. His mace flies down as his sword raises, trying to slice his oppenent in half through his crotch.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 13:22:43 GMT -5
Rydarn walks towards the center of the arena, and is shocked as his Opponent makes the first move. Larn rushes him quickly with his mace held high.
Rydarn reacts quickly and lifts his shield to take the blunt of the Mace's blow. Larn lifts his blade with the other hand and Rydarn barely manages to devert the attack with his own sword. The steel connects with a spark. and Rydarn lowers himself spinning, attempting to sweep his opponents feet.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 13:25:14 GMT -5
Larn jumps, used to the signs of a sweep kick as all his old oppenents have used it. Quickly, he raises his mace high in the air, the sun glinting off its heavy side. He brings it down heavily on his oppenents weapon hand.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 13:33:56 GMT -5
Rydarn spins swiftly but misses his opponent barely as he leaps into the air. He stands raising his shield, but fails to deflect the blow as the Mace comes down on the back of his right hand.
Rydarn drops to one knee, as the pain in his wrist forces him to drop his sword. Fearing another blow he rolls backwards to his feet. He readies his shield before him.. His eyes traveling back and forth, from Larns returning stare, to his sword on the ground at his feet.
He shakes the pain from his hand. Its not broke, but was injured for sure.. still he's learned how to ignore the pain.. at least for a while. Rydarn realizes he must have his sword. He charges Larn with his shield and attempts to push him forward. He simultaneously drops for his sword.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 13:52:54 GMT -5
Smilling, the energy in his fist turns to a bersker red. Throwing it at his enemy, fire lances towards his oppenent a angry sphere. The shield smacks his upper left hand, jarring the blade from his hand. Angrily, he pours restoration magicka from his hand, increasing his speed dramatically, allowing him to back off quickly.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 14:22:31 GMT -5
Rydarn grabs his sword swiftly, seeing the glowing sphere forming he waits till the last second and rolls to his side. The flaming sphere kicks up the sand in a brilliant dispay of sparks and fire.
Back on his feet, and sword in hand He charges Larn again. He Lunges foward with his sword, but is only setting Larn up for the real attack as he brings his body around full circle bringing his shield hard towards Larns chin.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 14:36:16 GMT -5
Knocking the blade away easily, the sheild clips my jaw, causing blood to fill my mouth. My eyes glow insanely, the shine that my enemies have seen in their nightmares. The crowd qiuets as I make me next move. I spit blood in the eyes of my enemy. Getting a handful of sand, I fling it in my opponenets eyes. Quicking, I pick up my blade, stabbing it insanely towards my enemies midsection.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 15:05:24 GMT -5
Rydarn's shield connects with percision, but after coming to a stop Larn spits towards his eyes. Rydarn manages to divert his eyes in time, but upon returning his vision towards his opponent he is greeted with a handful of sand.
"ARRHH!!" Rydarn Yells in pain and frustration.
Rydarn's eyes burn, as he covers them with his hands, unable to see Larns sword coming towards him. The blade cuts along his midsection. Luckily Rydarn's finely armored raiment takes the main blunt of the assult, but doesn't keep the blade from making a light gash across his stomach.
Rydarn retreats slightly, His armoerer skills saving his life this day. He regains his vision, his eyes still burning slightly, and red as the pits of Oblivion themselves. He knocks away Larn's advancing blade, and throws an elbow into the Bretons chest.
Rydarn brings his sword around in unison, bringing its blade down across Larn's left arm.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 15:15:43 GMT -5
Grunting, Larn blocks the blade from stabbing his arm, as the elbow slams onto the armor. Grunting softly, the air whooshes from Larn's lungs. Stumbling back, he sends five different blots of lightning at him enemy. Without missing a step, he brings a Daedroth to mundus, fangs glinting in the sun. Finally, I increase my strength exponentially and swing both my mace and sword at my enemies leg and the mace at his neck. The Daedroth makes a huge swing with its right arm, as its tail swipes at my enemies left arm.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 15:34:45 GMT -5
Rydarn's sword misses, but his elbow is right on target, as he sees his opponent stumble backwards. Suddenly Larn fires lightning from his hands. Rydarn reacts quickly dodging three of the five bolts. The last He deflects the fourth blast with his shield but takes the last in the chest sending him off his feet, as he lands with a crash.
The energy travels through his nervous system and sparks an involuntery flash of memories from his brain. He snaps to conciousness almost immeadiatly and gets to his feet. He Summons the power of his birth, and finds any damage inflicted upon him also returned to his enemy.
His body still recovering from the electric bolt, it cannot react in time to the massive onslaught his opponent brings forth. A Daedroth is Summoned, as Larn advances with both Sword and Mace.
Rydarn lifts his shield with his left arm to block the Mace, but isn't qucik enough. He stops most of the force of the mace but it is deflected off the shields surface, and hits Rydarn in the head with enough momentum that it spins him around, almost knocking him unconcious instantly.
With not even enough time to shake off the blow Larns sword makes contact with the back of Rydarns leg, dropping him to his knees. The Daedroth advances and slashes at Rydarn's chest and bashes his sword arm with his tale. Rydarn falls to the ground, deflecting some of the damage with his power, but recieving plenty in turn.
Rydarn uses the last of his energy to roll out of the way of the Daedroth and gathers his aura forming it into a ball of Ice and launches it the summoned beast. Exhausted, he spins.. Throwing his shield at Larn, he launches in the air, and comes down furiously on the Daedroth.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 15:42:19 GMT -5
Feeling his spell rebound, his birth-right shields him. Being a breton, he easily resists magicka while shielding him from half damage. Smiling, Larn feels his magicka slowling returning. Finding enough magicka for one spell, he launches a drain strength magicka spell at his opponent, hoping to drop him under the massive weight. Seeing the shield spin towards him quickly, Larn swears, sick of them. Knocking it down with his mace. He grabs it, and flings it out into the crowd. Advancing on his oppenent again, his eyes glow even stronger, he regains his breath, his jaw still bleeding. His daedroth roars as his enemies blade plunges deep into its leathery skin. Throwing himself down, the Daedroth attempts to crush his opponent. He stabs down heavily with his longsword, he attempts again to knock him out using a powerful drain life spell, using his own enemies energy to heal himself.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 15:53:33 GMT -5
Rydarn's shield misses, but he is unaware as he is focused on the Daedroth. His blade pearces the creatures scaly hide, as it roars, He moves just out of the Daedroths reach as it tries to retaliate. Rydarn raises his sword to finish off the creature but suddently feels weakened even more. His attention turns to the advancing breton, his sword raised.
Rydarn tries to shift his weight in defense, but hasn't the strength. He feels his very life force being drained as Larn's blade enters his shoulder. He drops his sword, and falls to the ground, his wound bleeding heavily. He makes an attempt to sit up, but He has given his all, and it wasn't enough. His vision becomes blurred as darkness swarms in from all around. He makes one last futile attempt to resist before the darkness consumes him completely.... He loses conciousness....He has lost.
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