Doc Doctor

Black Mountain Tournament: Iolanthe vs Sigurd

Hmm, I'm unsure what you were going for with that move. You had the choice to maintain distance and use the lance, or close and use the shield, but trying to do both was always going to cause conflict. Also, drawing the gladius at such an important point seemed like a mistake to me, though feel free to refute, as T1 usually goes it's disadvantageous to try too much at one time. Simpler moves are usually more effective.

@MelonHead

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I don't remember trying to teach you to fight.

@MelonHead

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

@DJAtomika

The icy wind cascaded against Gonad's body, deeply chilling him. He was surprised, snapped right out of his thoughts. They had ice magic in his homeworld, but rarely did the Northmen use it. It probably wouldn't be long at all before the freezing power of the ring began causing serious damage. Regardless, he was a berserker. Pain meant nothing to him, and there was a little time left to return the favor. Things were vastly different at this range. Gonad's range.

Without missing a beat Gonad's left hand shot out, like a piston. It wouldn't be to cave in Galliard's face, no. The barbarian had decided to instead suddenly grab the Emperor's right arm as the sword was raised up over his head, just below the elbow. At this range, against this barbarian, blades were obsolete. Gonad was two-hundred pounds heavier, and all of it was effective muscle. An advantage equalling in mass at least two thirds of King Galliard's body weight.
Gonad was a one trick pony. He had no forged weapons, little armor, no skill in magic, and his reach could never extend further than his finger tips. In the realm of physical unarmed combat, however, even the gods dared not to trespass in his presence.

If he succeeded in restricting the King's arm in place, then with bare flesh cracking from the cold, Gonad would launch his first true attack of the battle. His bushy eyebrows furrowed into a stern scowl as he cocked his head back. A headbutt!? His forehead was creased with scars and as hard as a rock. No doubt dental plans in the barbarian's homeland included Gonad insurance. Then came the left knee instead.

Not a headbutt, a knee. The broad, bony kneecap came scorching up like an inverted sledgehammer, set to impact Guzman's unprotected right flank with enough cataclysmic impetus to crack his lower ribs like birch sticks and pulverize his liver like a chunk of beef beneath a meat hammer. There was even an audible "whoosh" as the blow came, the air itself fleeing before the awful might. Obscene wads of engorged muscle strained and rippled from within his thighs and calves, as if fighting to escape the flesh that bound them. Gonad wasn't merely attacking with the strength of his muscles, but also with the raw force of will that they kept chained within him. This was a man that held nothing back, one that lived and breathed with each motion. Nothing but the knee of Gonad existed, and it was a fierce, cruel deity.

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

@DJAtomika
I don't understand what you mean, Gonad wanted the strike to hit the shield. He was counting on that happening, it was his plan all along. You said it hit dead center, and I said beforehand that if such a thing occurred Gonad would commence the grabby-grabby.

"If the King kept his shield braced before himself in anticipation of a direct attack, he'd find that it wouldn't be a fist which connected with it. It would be the big man's right forearm. Gonad would have pulled his punch to brace himself against the kiteshield. If this occurred... Those blocky, scarred fingers curling around the inner rim of his shield, like iron bands..."

"He halted in his backward retreat and stood firm as the barbarian approached. As that meaty right mitt came in towards him, he sidestepped to the left (Gonad's right) and raised his shield so the incoming forearm strike met it square in the center."

Press your firearm against an open door, imagine it is Galliard's shield. Now just grab the edge of the door, palm facing away from you. I'm pretty sure that's like the only plausible way my action could be interpreted when taking into consideration that Gonad wanted to grab the inner rim whilst his forearm was pressing against the shield. Unless you are thinking of like a lariat. I'm talking about something akin to an elbow bash, but done with the forearm. For reference, here's a video of a similar thing. Gonad basically pretended to throw a punch, and instead went for that knowing that the King would probably try to block it, allowing Gonad to grab the inner rim of the shield.



Hope that cleared things up!

Doc Doctor vs. ELGainsborough

The slash was indeed close ranged, but things were going to get even closer. At once a buzzing filled Zande's skull, resonating through his veins and into his bones. The realization struck him that he was enjoying this. That his flow was about to smooth out, and the fight was going to advance a level.

He'd step with the knight, left foot seeking to trap the right. If Zachary again dodged, the tribesman would keep relentlessly stomping after his feet, as if they were engaged in a demented, rapid tango. He'd perhaps be closer than the man had intended for him to be in relation to the sword strike due to taking another step, and Zande would take advantage of this by directing the sharp fork of his left axe head at the man's wrist as he swung, instead of the blade.

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

@DJAtomika

It was no punch, but a feint. Connecting with the forearm was Gonad's intent the entire time.

If the King kept his shield braced before himself in anticipation of a direct attack, he'd find that it wouldn't be a fist which connected with it. It would be the big man's right forearm. Gonad would have pulled his punch to brace himself against the kiteshield. If this occured, then Galliard would bear witness to something else. A sight that had been the harbinger of the end for many warriors before him. Those blocky, scarred fingers curling around the inner rim of his shield, like iron bands.

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

@DJAtomika
Gonad had seen the basics so many times. He knew all the options of an opponent limited to a single effective weapon in close combat. Sometimes he had to think in a fight, but only once in a blue moon. Right now he was on automatic, wondering where his pot of food had gone. Gonad's forearms were guarded by those bracers. When it met the shield, there would be no smack of flesh. When the King tried to twist his body to deflect the force, he'd find the might of the barbarian's grip not only preventing this, but outright jerking his shield in the opposite direction.

Were he still to thrust with his blade, then with a quick sway the spare fist of Gonad would have tipped past his own chin, putting his left bracer in the perfect position to then swing outwards and direct the stab off to Galliard's right. As this occurred Gonad would take another step forwards, aiming to plant his left boot directly atop the King's right whilst trying to peel his shield away. They would be virtually face to face if this happened.

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

@DJAtomika
Gonad would arrive. He'd slow before King Galliard, right fist clenching so tight that his knuckles whitened. A punch? Gonad stepped in with a heavy right foot. He was hunched now, compact like a machine, like a peek-a-boo boxer. Trying to sidestep him wouldn't work, his control was too steady and his timing so off-kilter. He was like an endless brick wall. If the King kept his shield braced before himself in anticipation of a direct attack, he'd find that it wouldn't be a fist which connected with it. It would be the big man's right forearm. Gonad would have pulled his punch to brace himself against the kiteshield. If this occured, then Galliard would bear witness to something else. A sight that had been the harbinger of the end for many warriors before him. Those blocky, scarred fingers curling around the inner rim of his shield, like iron bands. The sheer strength of the barbarian's grip could be felt through the shield just like how one could feel heat being transferred through a doorknob being blowtorched at the other end.

The monstrous bruiser was a tidal wave of billowing black smoke, sleek, suffocating, and unrelenting. The Emperor would be able to know immediately and with little doubt that this foe would not take one single step in retreat.

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

"Hrah! Then if ready be Tall Man, BEGIN!!"

Each forearm of the barbarian was encircled with a massively thick bracer, the nearly fluorescent blue metal as polished as a mirror. No sword nor axe nor shield adorned the brute's bear-like body. Unarmed? No. Not at all. Gonad slowly brought his empty hands up, as if meaning to calm an angry woman. With a caliginous cracking sound, he flexed his fingers. They were hairy, thick, and gnarled. Blood was caked beneath each fingernail. It was like Bruce Lee had gotten nasty with a gorilla who wasn't on the pill. Gonad loomed upon King Gaillard, attempting to cross the distance between them in an instant with smooth, phantom strides. He didn't move like any modern man. Every motion of his ripping body seemed to flow effortlessly into the next, as if the vast frame bore its very own separate consciousness. It was almost like a trick of the eyes. The barbarian would be trying to get as close as possible, right up to the shield in not stopped.

Doc Doctor vs. ELGainsborough

Zande jerked the head of his left axe up to meet the knight's blade. The two viciously sharp prongs on top were perfect for catching attacks. Were the sword to meet the axe, Zande would then try to redirect the swing off to his own left before darting into his opponent's guard. The cannibal may have been crazy, but he was far and away from a fool. He had the Devil's own wiles.

As Zande once again neared the shield, from betwixt his bared front teeth a spray of blood would erupt! He'd have bitten his own tongue for the purpose of distracting the knight by spitting a mouthful of blood into his eyes!
All so that Zachary would, for but a fraction of a moment, not be able to see fully the tribesman's scheme. Each of Zande's axes was spiked and bladed on the back, quite handy for hooking the inner rim of a shield and wrenching it aside. Such would be Zande's purpose, his right axe casting up from the wetland muck to snag and pull open the shield from the knight, like opening the tabbed lid from a tuna can. Furthermore, the lunatic's clawed boots would once again come into play, that right one seeking to ensnare the man's left foot like before. The amalgamation of this sudden lockdown of sword, shield, and foot was without a doubt an intentional and oft used technique, once that had been polished with a great deal of practice. Though he fought like an animal, it was not to be forgotten that animals can learn tricks. If Zande got inside the reach of Zachary's sword and behind his shield...
Who knows what the madman could do in close quarters...

Doc Doctor vs. ELGainsborough

@ELGainsborough

WOW. I WAS WAAAAY THE FUCK OFF!

No rush, it's probably pretty stressful for you. Take your sweet time!