GreivousKhan

Swordfight

Zarkith watched as the dark haired man fell back from his savage blow; faster than Zarkith had expected or could have hoped for. Zarkith however wouldn't have time to relish this small victory. The distinct sound like someone gurgling water struck him as odd and quickly caught his attention. He whipped his head around to see a rather surprising sight. That of the elf maiden now slowly dying at the feet of what looked to be a sickly pale man in dressed in a dark cape, blood dropping from a hand possessing what looked to be elongated nails to the point they more resembled claws than fingers. Something immediately struck Zarkith as 'off' about the man, something profoundly wrong, who wouldn't feel the same at such a sight?

The pale warrior marched forward upon issuing a challenge directly to the Zackarian mercenary. Zarkith soon noticed that the man's eyes are slanted almost as if he was squinting, nothing out of the norm really considering it was often the face some did unintentionally make as their minds focused competently on a specific task. Soon the man had paced the distance between them and entered a comfortable fighting pose, and he immediately struck the experienced mercenary as a swordsman of some skill. Still, was it odd that this made Zarkith feel somewhat relieved? Here was what seemed to be competent straight forward swordsmen, one who did not seem to rely on any foreign magic, deception, or attempted to hide in the rafters above like some vile coward. Though speaking of the coward Zarkith had made sure to continue to be aware of that one’s movements at all times, they had been spattering some nonsense or another, but Zarkith had long since drowned out his words entirely.

It was not unheard of for some trickster fighters to throw off their enemy using taunts even during the midst of a fight to rile up their competition (A dangrous prospect when dealing with a berserker though it may be). That little man had sprung to the other side of the room to catch the sword of the recently slain man from earlier. Zarkith was not too worried, it had not helped the dark haired fighter and he doubted it would help the little trickster coward above. Zarkith himself thought better then to use any sword recently acquired off of the battlefield unless circumstances forced the issue. After all, regardless of the skill of a swordsman, wielding an unfamiliar weapon was best avoided, especially in a life and death situation. Every sword was different, each its own weight and means of use, and while being unfamiliar with a foreign weapon might not be seen as a large factor in a battle, it often could make all the difference.

No, better he keep to the weapons he had trained and fought with and was intimately familiar with. The pale warrior had stopped just within range of Zarkith's impressive reach and Zarkith took the time to study his fighting pose even as he settled into one of his own. Zarkith entered into a plow stance, his left foot leading and legs spread, the point of his sword aimed directly at his opponent's throat, rather than his chest considering the pale man’s height, finally the hilt was held more off to the side in front of his hip joint rather than dead center between the legs with the long edge held up. Zarkith could see a few openings within the pale ones non-traditional guard, and he would normally capitalize on them quickly and brutally. However, he also had other opponents who would no doubt step in at a moment notice. He was going to have to probe his opponent quickly, until a moment revealed itself for him to fully throw himself into an attack as it presented itself.

It wouldn't do to commit to a finishing blow so out in the open this quickly. Thus Zarkith came suddenly forward with a quick controlled thrust toward Vanarus's chest, fully expecting the man to parry the blow, still a good 7 feet out he was beyond the reach of Vanaurs's weapon for now. If the pale fighter came forward quickly, Zarkith was in the perfect position to intercept with his sword. His right leg would come forward just as his sword came within reach, striking for his right shoulder (assuming this is his weapon arm), if the man moved his sword to parry, Zarkith would come down and across with his own weapon to meet the parry head on, the greater, position, momentum, weight of his weapon and his greater strength, as he was using two hands and his opponent one, he would seek to skillfully bring the pale man’s sword to one side, specifically Zarkith's left and thus out of the way, leaving the man open to a quick death blow.

Of course that was only if he attempted to parry, if the man fell back as Zarkith truly expected then Zarkith would end up resting in the same stance only with his other foot leading and the pommel resting next to his other hip. All the while Zarkith's keen senses were aware of his surroundings, his legs still coiled ready to quickly disengage or defend as the situation called for.

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I guess we can, quite disappointing but oh well. So what exactly does that plague thing do?

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TheBiddz said
Uuuugh. I'd have a fit if my legs were covered in spiders. Also, are these more sound missiles or more conventional explosive missiles?

Conventional ones if they were something special I would have stated it, I still should have mentioned it though.

LeeRoy said
I wonder how the ship that Kanitah jumped on is doing.

Probably not good, also you should know what it generally looks like.



So it actually has two cockpits, shouldn't be too hard to break into it.

Side Note: Melon you made another person rage quit!

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I did mention that was probably for the best. May as well continue where it started.

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As Khold launched himself at the first ship his cone of ice tore through the center of the drop ship as it ripped through its plated armor, eventually striking the main power core. An explosion that effectively cut the ship in two took place, sending the two flaming halves in separate directions. The second faring far better, the pilot able to avoid the worst of the missile attack. The vessels right wing catching most of the blast of ice, which sundered thrusters upon it and leading to the drop ship falling into a forward crash course with the web suspended island of rock and dirt bellow it. It took a column of rock and a tree form its roots as it turned widely to one side before finally stopping.

Which left the third ship now void of a nose cannon to wheel back as it scaled another 100 feet into the air. Even as it ascended, it fired off a volley of rockets around Khold, meanwhile the side door of the downed Drop ship opened with a hiss of smoke.

"Well, this certainly not coming out of my paycheck." A familiar humanoid figure emerged from the side door, agilely avoiding a pit. Assuming Khold weathered the storm of missiles Tablurath would whistle in his direction. "There you are! You’re a hard man to find you know that? After you little skip across the meadow, good thing I have I had taxis not too far away, huh? hahaha."

He stretched and flexed the joints in his fingers. One might notice that the lower half of his body was peculiarly coated in a sea of moving black...something....spiders? Though how they got there one could only guess. Standing his right leg stepping lightly forward so that he faced Khold at an angle he continued. "Now where were we? Ah, can't really recall....say you look awfully stressed, what do you say to a cup of herbal essence? Helps with the nerves it does!"

All the while the drop ship had reached 200 feet by now, and had begun to slowly circle platform both scions found themselves on.

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Also if the combat was over between us, he would not be making a perp for my character, so that kind of blows that not in combat while I'm shooting at you out the window...

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LeeRoy said
Except in his previous sheet he could create ice from anything that freezes. His temperature is near absolute zero. The air itself freezes at the temperatures he exudes.

The ice that forms is from water molecules in the air condensing. The air contains H2O molecules along with many other combinations of chemicals (N2 being the main one). You would still need water, (well any liquid really) to make ice.

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TheBiddz said
Then, for the sake of avoiding an argument, because holy hell I do not feel like that, I'm willing to hold off on using come of the powers for the duration of this fight. The only thing I really changed was the reclassification of the wind powers from intermediate tier to high tier. I'd be more than glad to bump them back down until the fight is over. The ice powers stayed the same, and the addition of the anatomy section was to better detail how it works. He is not invulnerable in the slightest, he just doesn't feel pain or bleed. I'd be willing to edit my post too, because he doesn't need to fly to get up there, with the lowered gravity and all.

That's probably for the best, cause I'm not a fan of people jumping out of combat to then buff up their character before. Considering Tablurath never left and all.

Cause I know he could not make ice out of any source of matter or create molecular blades using wind before. :K

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TheBiddz said
Khold was a zombie before. It didnt come up before because he didn't get hit by anything. I was planning on having him notice some structural damage next turn.I just don't like having my characters show everything they can do all at once. There's a revised sheet up with way more detailed information in it.

If by more detailed information you mean completely new abilities and a distinctly larger buff from previously. :K

I mean i get detailing information....but Khold is completely different character now then from when we started and no one in their right mind would disagree, You obviously gave him some uber buffs in every area.

Hell he's competing with Fury Easily at this stage, and I'm talking about High tier Fury.

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MelonHead said
Do you ever wonder what people would do if they actually had to think about their motives rather than us having to provide ones for them?

I take it though that the no real combat in Perdo Waste does not bore you that much then?