I'm just finding it hard keeping up, and I have no clue what to do with Hope right now. Huge group interactions turn in to such a clustermuck, so I'm practically lost as to what's going on now. If anyone wasn't interacting with the group and was also alone, I'd consider having Hope plot with them.
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I might withdraw from this RP.
I'll just convince myself Iolanthe would've won had the fight progressed longer, and be done with it.
Good game.
Good game.
I was going to post, and I was sure Iolanthe would be safe by the end of it. Since the width of her shoulder hoplon should protect her neck from a slashing wound from that angle, unless Sigurd was able to sneak his way to her front side again.
But I suppose it matters not? I'll await a verdict...
Best of luck.
But I suppose it matters not? I'll await a verdict...
Best of luck.
@Drifting PollenThanks for the second input.
I have a few more tricks up my sleeve for how Iolanthe might handle such brutal counters. Although the fact Sigurd did not backhand Iolanthe's lance in his last post gives me hope; Had he done so, my beloved hoplite would be in an incredibly worse-for-ware situation, likely on her ass and rolling around. Now I figure it's too late.
I have a few more tricks up my sleeve for how Iolanthe might handle such brutal counters. Although the fact Sigurd did not backhand Iolanthe's lance in his last post gives me hope; Had he done so, my beloved hoplite would be in an incredibly worse-for-ware situation, likely on her ass and rolling around. Now I figure it's too late.
@Drifting PollenBefore Melon sees it, what do you think of my post? Would you say it was valid?
I pictured it over and over again in my head, and it seemed sound, and virtually the only way for Iolanthe to protect herself. (without falling on to her ass limbo-style and getting stomped on) I had prepared on using it right after the post before it.
Not sure how Melon is going to feel about it.
I pictured it over and over again in my head, and it seemed sound, and virtually the only way for Iolanthe to protect herself. (without falling on to her ass limbo-style and getting stomped on) I had prepared on using it right after the post before it.
Not sure how Melon is going to feel about it.
Iolanthe believed she could lift herself in heavy armour fast enough to avoid Sigurd's forward momentum. She had been training endlessly in her armour, to the point where she no longer felt truly encumbered by most of it. A toga protected her skin from the cold touch of her bronze cuirass, it conformed to her body, as did the simple plates strapped to her wrists and shins. Her shield was easily adjusted by movements of her legs alone, and her deft footwork was tireless. She didn't wear her armour, she breathed through it. The results of her training showed in her immensely muscular legs. Even as powerful as they were, the veins protruded still, showing how much effort the Greek hoplite put in to hasting her next movements, for she knew her life depended on it.
Milliseconds passed, and Iolanthe's adrenaline still hadn't run out. She was mid-stride, her upper body contorting rapidly, her shield swung wildly behind her at an impressive speed, Sigurd was strong. At this point, the moment of unveiling, the point Sigurd's sword was no longer hidden, and dark eyes locked on to it immediately. He adjusted the tip quickly, regardless of the force his weapon had taken, and she knew it's path would lead to the delicate of her throat. His aim was true, but his luck was off. What came next, she couldn't have done without him! The momentum of her swung arm shifted her stance so swiftly, that she would face him with her right shoulder before the weapon's tip dared defile her. She needn't even fully stand sideways for her hoplon pauldron to protect her from this fatal blow, though she tried to, its formidable width extended a foot outwards past her breast, and curved perfectly to protect from such a strike as Sigurd's. Though to make this happen, obviously Iolanthe needed to put her entire effort in to continuously twisting her upper body, allowing the momentum of her left arm's path to guide her, whilst further pulling her right shoulder closer in front of her, and limbo-leaning back. Iolanthe's right arm extended behind her to a point where she'd no longer be able to properly bend or retract retract it, this was due to the pressure of her weapon being locked against Sigurd's legs whilst her shoulder leaned in; A dangerous move for her, and she was glad that her opponent did not attempt to bat away her lance earlier.
Once a syzygy was formed out of the alignment of Iolanthe's shoulder hoplon, head, and far hoplon, she would feel the pressure of Sigurd's sword stab in to her armoured pauldron once more, this time since it's path and force were strong, it'd likely pierce through the first layer of bronze etching, which was not as sturdy as his sword. Beyond the bronze was a solid plate of steel which might dent, however it should hold considering its formidable bulk, its slippery rounded slope, and the fact the woman shouldering it was continuously backing away.
As Iolanthe's left foot planted swiftly behind her, she did not tally for anything, she continued to use the momentum of her left arm's flailing to pivot upon her right foot until her wide shoulder pauldron came in to block. Where Sigurd's sword would end up next, she did not wish to find out too soon. Her head turtled and tilted away in case the sword slid up her shoulder and endangered her cap, a just-in-case measure, however the force would be too lost to fully pierce her steel helmet. The moment her toes on that right foot grounded, she pushed off of that leg as well, hoping to pace herself as far away from her hulking adversary as humanly possible. In all her days, never had a man in armour outsped her on foot, she hoped this wouldn't be the day one finally had. Once she'd regain grounding of her right foot, the left would pull back, she would continuously do this until Sigurd realized how fast she was.
Backpedaling was not only a means for Iolanthe to reposition herself in to a better suited standpoint, it was also the only way for her to pull out her lance from an otherwise sticky situation. The final kick-off of her right foot would be the last second of pain Sigurd might feel from Hyperion's super hot blade, before a full six feet of air split the two fighters from one another. It might make a final slicing wound on the exit, since in her arm's stressful position, she would be forced to press the blade as tightly as she could against his heel, but there was otherwise no other form of momentum, making it a weak attack. Any scratch mattered, so she hoped, for now her tactic would be realized. She wanted to wound her opponent's legs so he could never close her gap a second time, the rest of the fight she'd likely spend comfortably distanced from her enemy, wearing him down with strikes and stabs while eluding the shorter range of his weapon. Although the tactic was smart, it was incredibly risky, and nearly cost Iolanthe a hand and a head. She prayed to Hyperion, was it worth it? Whilst readying herself for a finale.
Milliseconds passed, and Iolanthe's adrenaline still hadn't run out. She was mid-stride, her upper body contorting rapidly, her shield swung wildly behind her at an impressive speed, Sigurd was strong. At this point, the moment of unveiling, the point Sigurd's sword was no longer hidden, and dark eyes locked on to it immediately. He adjusted the tip quickly, regardless of the force his weapon had taken, and she knew it's path would lead to the delicate of her throat. His aim was true, but his luck was off. What came next, she couldn't have done without him! The momentum of her swung arm shifted her stance so swiftly, that she would face him with her right shoulder before the weapon's tip dared defile her. She needn't even fully stand sideways for her hoplon pauldron to protect her from this fatal blow, though she tried to, its formidable width extended a foot outwards past her breast, and curved perfectly to protect from such a strike as Sigurd's. Though to make this happen, obviously Iolanthe needed to put her entire effort in to continuously twisting her upper body, allowing the momentum of her left arm's path to guide her, whilst further pulling her right shoulder closer in front of her, and limbo-leaning back. Iolanthe's right arm extended behind her to a point where she'd no longer be able to properly bend or retract retract it, this was due to the pressure of her weapon being locked against Sigurd's legs whilst her shoulder leaned in; A dangerous move for her, and she was glad that her opponent did not attempt to bat away her lance earlier.
Once a syzygy was formed out of the alignment of Iolanthe's shoulder hoplon, head, and far hoplon, she would feel the pressure of Sigurd's sword stab in to her armoured pauldron once more, this time since it's path and force were strong, it'd likely pierce through the first layer of bronze etching, which was not as sturdy as his sword. Beyond the bronze was a solid plate of steel which might dent, however it should hold considering its formidable bulk, its slippery rounded slope, and the fact the woman shouldering it was continuously backing away.
As Iolanthe's left foot planted swiftly behind her, she did not tally for anything, she continued to use the momentum of her left arm's flailing to pivot upon her right foot until her wide shoulder pauldron came in to block. Where Sigurd's sword would end up next, she did not wish to find out too soon. Her head turtled and tilted away in case the sword slid up her shoulder and endangered her cap, a just-in-case measure, however the force would be too lost to fully pierce her steel helmet. The moment her toes on that right foot grounded, she pushed off of that leg as well, hoping to pace herself as far away from her hulking adversary as humanly possible. In all her days, never had a man in armour outsped her on foot, she hoped this wouldn't be the day one finally had. Once she'd regain grounding of her right foot, the left would pull back, she would continuously do this until Sigurd realized how fast she was.
Backpedaling was not only a means for Iolanthe to reposition herself in to a better suited standpoint, it was also the only way for her to pull out her lance from an otherwise sticky situation. The final kick-off of her right foot would be the last second of pain Sigurd might feel from Hyperion's super hot blade, before a full six feet of air split the two fighters from one another. It might make a final slicing wound on the exit, since in her arm's stressful position, she would be forced to press the blade as tightly as she could against his heel, but there was otherwise no other form of momentum, making it a weak attack. Any scratch mattered, so she hoped, for now her tactic would be realized. She wanted to wound her opponent's legs so he could never close her gap a second time, the rest of the fight she'd likely spend comfortably distanced from her enemy, wearing him down with strikes and stabs while eluding the shorter range of his weapon. Although the tactic was smart, it was incredibly risky, and nearly cost Iolanthe a hand and a head. She prayed to Hyperion, was it worth it? Whilst readying herself for a finale.
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Different styles of writing, I guess... honestly, though, both can work equally well. Ideally, you want to pounce on weaknesses and emphasize your own strengths and abilities, thus utilizing both your kit and theirs to the maximum extent. Knowledge and research helps as well, of course :)
Oh for sure, I myself tried best to capitalize on any weaknesses I saw. As slight as they were! I honestly expected the fight to drag out longer, allowing me to fully utilize a somewhat risky tactic I had in mind. But of course I lost track of time.
The old fashioned swing dodge swing dodge swing battle just bores me, however, so that's why I went for these unorthodox attacks that aren't so simple. My own amusement, and enjoyment. I tried my best to enjoy the fight, and as annoyed as I got... I had a smidgen of fun trying. That's what matters, right?
1. Uh huh?
2. Oh?
3. Really?
4. Profit, you say?
5. Mhm?
6. Nuh uh!
7. Of course?
8. U wot m8?
9. Nein nein nein!
10. Oh wait this number is extra, isn't it?
11. I figure it's useless if I try and argue with you.
Obviously, as you've said, everything I did made no sense and anything I say in my defense can be ignored. If anything, I do realize the fault in my actions. Regardless of skill or poetry, Iolanthe's kit is mostly countered by Sigurd, and her only saving graces (leg speed & visual prowess) are constantly refuted. Her only magic, the spear, is initially mitigated by Sigurd's arm? (which I figure should burden the weight on his legs, at least!) And you still treat her like she should be as fast as a normal knight, regardless of my hope that I could make a 'speedy tank,' type character. She's not physically stronger than anyone here, and her armour is a lower grade than most... I suppose I should aim to make a character on the stronger side of a tier, before pitching forks.
This entire fight, re-read, all my posts have been about Iolanthe fighting hard, formulating strategies on spot, using her perception, struggling, and trying her best to overcome a difficult opponent; I wanted to make her relatable. Any time Sigurd's name was mentioned, it was usually about a move, or in respect to his abilities, things noticed. Looking back, only in your most recent post did you even mention Iolanthe's name, even though Sigurd knew it, usually your posts stated how she was being a failure, how he was obviously capitalizing on every crack in her armour, and how he seemed so superior in every aspect.
If arguing with you merits nothing, at least I can still express myself to you. So... the above is the main reason why I did not enjoy this fight. You can tell me your own opinion on why, feel free to, I'd prefer the feeling shared. I assume you'll say it's because nothing I do makes sense to you? Perhaps in the future we'll both better ourselves after this exchange of ire.
A post is pending.
2. Oh?
3. Really?
4. Profit, you say?
5. Mhm?
6. Nuh uh!
7. Of course?
8. U wot m8?
9. Nein nein nein!
10. Oh wait this number is extra, isn't it?
11. I figure it's useless if I try and argue with you.
Obviously, as you've said, everything I did made no sense and anything I say in my defense can be ignored. If anything, I do realize the fault in my actions. Regardless of skill or poetry, Iolanthe's kit is mostly countered by Sigurd, and her only saving graces (leg speed & visual prowess) are constantly refuted. Her only magic, the spear, is initially mitigated by Sigurd's arm? (which I figure should burden the weight on his legs, at least!) And you still treat her like she should be as fast as a normal knight, regardless of my hope that I could make a 'speedy tank,' type character. She's not physically stronger than anyone here, and her armour is a lower grade than most... I suppose I should aim to make a character on the stronger side of a tier, before pitching forks.
This entire fight, re-read, all my posts have been about Iolanthe fighting hard, formulating strategies on spot, using her perception, struggling, and trying her best to overcome a difficult opponent; I wanted to make her relatable. Any time Sigurd's name was mentioned, it was usually about a move, or in respect to his abilities, things noticed. Looking back, only in your most recent post did you even mention Iolanthe's name, even though Sigurd knew it, usually your posts stated how she was being a failure, how he was obviously capitalizing on every crack in her armour, and how he seemed so superior in every aspect.
If arguing with you merits nothing, at least I can still express myself to you. So... the above is the main reason why I did not enjoy this fight. You can tell me your own opinion on why, feel free to, I'd prefer the feeling shared. I assume you'll say it's because nothing I do makes sense to you? Perhaps in the future we'll both better ourselves after this exchange of ire.
A post is pending.
I see the timing a bit off in Melon's post. Like, how could he have even tried to step on her foot the very fraction of a second she was getting up? On top of that, her guard wasn't broken until half-way through her leap back, so I'm seeing a larger gap of time where she can defend herself in her current situation. I always make sure each part of my post is in a chronological order for this reason. Sigurd would've been forced to extend his punch a knife's length more than intended in order to have struck her shield, so the crossing of his arms is a bit greater as well. She was also dodging to the opposite side of Sigurd's sword arm. To someone who is so critical about small things, I'm sure you'll understand how all these little things add up in my favor, Melon?
A post is incoming, maybe not tonight because I work early tomorrow, and already scheduled game-time with the S.O. Just - again - wanted to get info like this out there before any arguments or complains are had over Iolanthe not getting stabbed in the neck.
I also did a little testing in my last post. Honestly Iolanthe didn't have to take that shield hit, if she just continued opening up her guard on her own, his shield might never have hit it. I wanted to see how you'd react if I gave you exactly what you wanted from my post. The one time I do - no complaints whatsoever.
A post is incoming, maybe not tonight because I work early tomorrow, and already scheduled game-time with the S.O. Just - again - wanted to get info like this out there before any arguments or complains are had over Iolanthe not getting stabbed in the neck.
I also did a little testing in my last post. Honestly Iolanthe didn't have to take that shield hit, if she just continued opening up her guard on her own, his shield might never have hit it. I wanted to see how you'd react if I gave you exactly what you wanted from my post. The one time I do - no complaints whatsoever.
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