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Post by Vaklu on May 10, 2015 13:47:10 GMT
After the Trial had ended most of those assembled would gathered outside to pay witness to the duel that was to be fought between the two men that had nearly caused riot in the courtroom. Both were champions of their kingdoms and what happened here would have far reaching affects seen across the empire.
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Post by cerdigon on May 10, 2015 14:41:34 GMT
The leaf bladed bronze sword cleared its sheath with a hiss. It caused a shiver to go down Bevan's spine as he stared into the eyes of his master. He saw no hint of fear or self doubt. Conventional wisdom was that the Lord Captain was outmatched. The General was known as a ruthless fighter but on the other hand Tedwyr had survived years of brutal warfare in service to King Cadoc and his son Aeron.
'' My Lord, I beg you... '' The squire said, a pleading note entering his voice. He was serving as the knights second today and he was more than aware it could be the last time he ever spoke to him.
'' Bevan, if it's one thing I've taught you is that there are certain things that you can never turn your back on. Besides...it's the smallest dogs that bark the loudest. '' He said, his craggy face breaking out into a smile before he produced a smaller dagger for his left hand. A nod was given to his King Aeron whom had emerged from the palace to watch the duel that was about to take place. He waited for the General to ready himself and for the mediator to clear the space between the two before the Lord Captain broke out into a full run. Tedwyr had chosen to forgo heavy bronze armor and instead had opted for hardened leather that would make him lighter.
Although he had aged, it was clear that the Sylph hadn't lost a step. He still moved with a fluid grace as he took to the air and hurtled towards the General. He used the wind gusts generated by those massive wings to attempt to throw Pjjokhat off balance before he dropped to the cobble stoned ground and laid into him. Tedwyr's strategy was simple: hack and slash at the gaps in Pjjokhat's armor or inside his guard then retreat or press his attack if he saw an opening. The advantage of the leaf blade (although it was shorter) made it optimal for slashing and the Captain's dagger allowed him to get up close for stabbing. Tedwyr would use the mobility offered by his wings and his overall speed to wear down the General, to make him tired with wounds, before moving in for the kill.
SUMMARY
Weapons: Leaf blade bronze sword, bronze dagger.
Armor: Hardened leather.
Tactics:
-- Hack and slash, aimed at wounding the general, tiring him out, and then moving in to kill him.
-- Use wings for increased mobility and wind gusts generated by wings to attempt to keep the General off balance before attacks are made.
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Post by aspenivan on May 10, 2015 23:00:25 GMT
Compared to his outburst in the Palace, General Pjjokhat's demeanor on the duel-field was calm. Eerily calm. Deathly calm. His face was flat, his mouth without words to speak, but his eyes filled with hate that burned like a forge. It was what he needed for a fight: The right balance of focus and rage.
Stae Pjjokhat was a Khaitis by birth, a Khaitis by culture, and sure as hell would live or die a Khaitis. Though he forewent the full armor of a Khaitis Knight, he wore a traditional cuirass of steel lamellar and a spiked helmet that guarded his nose with a triangular plate, and his neck and ears with a curtain of mail. He wore plates on his shins and forearms as well, but the rest would have to rely on the mail beneath.
His arms were of the wicked variety preferred by Khaitis warriors. A war cleaver in his right hand, a spiked shield in the other, and a flanged mace for backup. The General's methods would be equally wicked. He knew he couldn't match the speed of the sylph, but he could best him in ferocity. The bronze sword and dagger would struggle to make it through Stae's armor, but a single blow from the heavy war cleaver might be enough to injure the captain beyond repair. The formula was simple: Punch with the shield, smash with the cleaver.
SUMMARY
Weapons: War cleaver, spiked shield, flanged mace
Armor: Steel lamellar and chainmail (Medium)
Tactics:
-- Shield bash + hack
-- Emphasis on attack power over defense
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Post by Vaklu on May 11, 2015 2:33:50 GMT
All the spectators were hushed as the two fighters circled each other. Tedwyr barely touched the ground each time he lunged in to try his luck against the General's defenses, and afterwards as he back peddled out of his reach. Pjjokhat would hammer away at his foe each time he came in reach, cleaver and shield forcing a swift retreat. Each one sure that a single solid blow would be the the deciding factor.
It was during one of these exchanges when Stae's cleaver found it's mark forcing him to intercept it with his bronze sword. The metal held for a moment then bent under the strain. Mangled, the blade was unable to fend of the shield check that followed. Tedwyr was leapt back, saveing his lung and wing but taking a short, jagged laceration to his leg. When Pjjokhat moved in to capitalize he was surprised to find the Captain lunging for him. In the tussle the cleaver spun away. Then they were once again apart. The general sporting a long gash across the forehead and bleeding from the mouth, his mace drawn. Tedwyr with his dagger in his off hand and his other arm held tight to his body with a few fingers at awkward angles.
This time when Stae came forward the Captain's resistance falter as his leg gave out and the mace caught him full in the teeth. When he struck the earth he lay motionless and all assembled believed or hoped he'd died instantly. They were to be disapointed when a wet gurgling breathing began to gutter from his plupped jaws. The General would lurch forward his helmet gone and wipping blood from his eyes to clear his vision. The mace rose and fell once more and all was still.
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Post by cerdigon on May 11, 2015 2:47:01 GMT
The silence of the crowd wouldn't last for long. King Aeron walked forward, the lifeblood of his friend pooling around his boots. '' Collect him. '' He said to his bodyguards, whom moved forward in unison to hoist the body of their fallen Captain. It took every fiber of his being for the King not to draw his own blade and re-commence the duel. '' This isn't over. '' The King's voice was soft, barely above a whisper but Stae Pjjokhat was sure to hear. Aeron Sefti was going to kill that man. If it was the last thing he ever did. The King was the last to turn, his bloody footprints leaving their imprint on the cobblestones as he headed towards his carriage.
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