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Mahz you better notice me or else
Also in regards to our fight Khan, would you like to set a thread up, and begin picking our Arena and so forth?
We could have someone else pick the battleground if you want.
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We could have someone else pick the battleground if you want.
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NOTICE ME SENPAI MAHZZZ
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PRAISE THE SU- er..MAHZ!
That works.
Also Mahz is watching. o.o
Also Mahz is watching. o.o
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[Ranked] Khazna The Black Mask vs Rodetta The Red- War of the Blades!
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Arena Roleplay
Khazna watched as his opponent anticipated the coming blow from above and raised their shield to counter it. A sensible maneuver to be sure, textbook really. And all apart of Tabluraths calculations. His sword ricocheted off the women's shield to spring back from the impact uselessly in the air. His opponent seemed intent on keeping her distance it seemed when Tablurath noted she reached for a handful of something…
In one quick motion Rodetta dashed out numerous small little...caltrops! Khazna noted their telltale three prong spikes as they fell to the ground filling the space between them. Khazna saw them and recognized them for the danger there were...but he didn't even hesitate as his legs continued to pump. With a daft movement of his hand he flicked his right handed sword into an overhand and throw it like a spear forward. Not at his opponent's now unprotected chest or stomach, no, instead a scorched section of earth that was currently littered with caltrops.
The blade struck fast, the momentum of the throw causing the hilt to rise up, as if the sword was some kind of lever. Khazna jumped then just as he came to the ground currently booby trapped. His mind had taken into account the plethora of factors. The scorched earth had become hardened just enough at it’s surface to allow his sword purchase, just the right amount of strength needed to cause the blade to swing just right, too much and it would have simply sunk deep into the ground. Too little and it would have not had enough energy to stop as he had needed it to. One wrong move and it could have spelled disaster. But this was the world in which Tablurath thrived in. What had made the ever calculating general so dangerous. Using every new obstacle against his opponent as fluidly as water flows around a rock.
His jump landed his right foot directly atop the sword hilt of his recently thrown blade. How many swords did that make now? That he had thrown to achieve some desired effect or goal? Well it was about time he caught one back for a change. He had no sooner landed, body crouching down as his weight caused the sword to sink into the ground, before he sprung up into the air again. He flew, seeming for one bliss moment that he would simply start flying indefinitely, before gravity began pulling at his body once more. His sword had been set just far enough within the caltrop field to allow him to reach his opponent in two bounds. This was the second.
As he came down he deftly caught his wayward sword as his right hand shot out to his side, catching it without even looking. To an observer, it would have seemed like this entire series of events had been planned from the start.
From the moment he had tossed the first blade into the air to the point where now he caught it again. That first sword having never touched the ground this entire time. He tucked his feet into his body as he flew straight for his prey. His only war cry a musical, “Huzzzaaaahhh!!”
Just 8 feet above his opponent he sliced before him in a horizontal cross, which cut through the misting of mibs around him, creating two more replicated blades on either side of the Cardinal. These new swords would finish their construction to then fall just moments after he collided with Rodetta. Two constructs tended to take longer than one. It was a good thing there was so much metal, stone and grass littering this battlefield. His eyes plotted out several strands of energy around her in case she decided to make use of them again as he descended.
Thankfully his opponent had not drawn her sword from before. By the time she had retracted her hand from her throw and grasped her sword halt, then began drawing it. He would already be upon her. If she did go for her sword he’d likely reach her while it was just a little over halfway clearing the sheath assuming she went for it right after. Her quickest response of course was her shield. If she used that, her most ready form of attack and defense. Tablurath would land heavily upon it’s surface, before simultaneously kicking off, the force of which given her mad back peddling would easily knock her off her feet onto her back while launching Khazna into the air again. Which direction he would jump was anyone's guess.
In one quick motion Rodetta dashed out numerous small little...caltrops! Khazna noted their telltale three prong spikes as they fell to the ground filling the space between them. Khazna saw them and recognized them for the danger there were...but he didn't even hesitate as his legs continued to pump. With a daft movement of his hand he flicked his right handed sword into an overhand and throw it like a spear forward. Not at his opponent's now unprotected chest or stomach, no, instead a scorched section of earth that was currently littered with caltrops.
The blade struck fast, the momentum of the throw causing the hilt to rise up, as if the sword was some kind of lever. Khazna jumped then just as he came to the ground currently booby trapped. His mind had taken into account the plethora of factors. The scorched earth had become hardened just enough at it’s surface to allow his sword purchase, just the right amount of strength needed to cause the blade to swing just right, too much and it would have simply sunk deep into the ground. Too little and it would have not had enough energy to stop as he had needed it to. One wrong move and it could have spelled disaster. But this was the world in which Tablurath thrived in. What had made the ever calculating general so dangerous. Using every new obstacle against his opponent as fluidly as water flows around a rock.
His jump landed his right foot directly atop the sword hilt of his recently thrown blade. How many swords did that make now? That he had thrown to achieve some desired effect or goal? Well it was about time he caught one back for a change. He had no sooner landed, body crouching down as his weight caused the sword to sink into the ground, before he sprung up into the air again. He flew, seeming for one bliss moment that he would simply start flying indefinitely, before gravity began pulling at his body once more. His sword had been set just far enough within the caltrop field to allow him to reach his opponent in two bounds. This was the second.
As he came down he deftly caught his wayward sword as his right hand shot out to his side, catching it without even looking. To an observer, it would have seemed like this entire series of events had been planned from the start.
From the moment he had tossed the first blade into the air to the point where now he caught it again. That first sword having never touched the ground this entire time. He tucked his feet into his body as he flew straight for his prey. His only war cry a musical, “Huzzzaaaahhh!!”
Just 8 feet above his opponent he sliced before him in a horizontal cross, which cut through the misting of mibs around him, creating two more replicated blades on either side of the Cardinal. These new swords would finish their construction to then fall just moments after he collided with Rodetta. Two constructs tended to take longer than one. It was a good thing there was so much metal, stone and grass littering this battlefield. His eyes plotted out several strands of energy around her in case she decided to make use of them again as he descended.
Thankfully his opponent had not drawn her sword from before. By the time she had retracted her hand from her throw and grasped her sword halt, then began drawing it. He would already be upon her. If she did go for her sword he’d likely reach her while it was just a little over halfway clearing the sheath assuming she went for it right after. Her quickest response of course was her shield. If she used that, her most ready form of attack and defense. Tablurath would land heavily upon it’s surface, before simultaneously kicking off, the force of which given her mad back peddling would easily knock her off her feet onto her back while launching Khazna into the air again. Which direction he would jump was anyone's guess.
Get a judge, you'll need someone to keep an eye on this little encounter.
Thanks for volunteering. ^^
Well @Inuyasha, I think Kragimaeus The Thunder Beast would work if your willing. We can have it unranked so I can give you a few tips to if you want.
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[Ranked] Khazna The Black Mask vs Rodetta The Red- War of the Blades!
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Arena Roleplay
Khazna’s opponent had proven to be as worthy a foe so far as he had hoped. With that had come the realization this could take longer than he had first thought. His meal prepared for him back at base might even get cold! The moment he sent his sword into the air his opponent had started backpedaling. Tablurath had caught his new blade while he made for a quick pursuit. It was then he saw it, his opponent made one great leap backwards as they shifted the grip on their spear into an overhand. In Tablurath’s mind he interpreted this new information, digested it, running through a multitude of possibilities in microseconds.
However, the most probable possibility was brought to the forefront that made the most sense in the Cardinals mind. The realization hit him just a moment before his opponent reared back to throw. At this distance there would be no way to move completely out of the attacks way, his swords being of no real defence against such a large missile. The world seemed to slow as if it moved through water as he studied his surroundings, noting that the fiery attack had burnt away and flattened much of the grass where she had stood moments ago, which revealed a few stones and discarded pieces of equipment; even a lance plunged into the ground twenty feet away to his 3 O’clock. A plan formulated in his mind as he took in this new information, just as his opponent was about to release her spear.
Khazna swung his body on his left foot to the right just as Rodetta released her makeshift missile. The weapon shot forward toward his abdomen, his tight turn allowing the weapon to pass across his stomach region. The blade of the spear however, still managed to nick him, his body moving just too slow to avoid the blow altogether. It cut into the armor padding there, his protection at least saving him from a fatal wound. The lower stomach section of his suit was now supporting a horizontal gash, but Tablurath suspected he had gotten away with a small cut and some bruising at worse. There was no time to stop and assess the full extent of the damage anyway, what mattered was his forward momentum had not stopped while he was able to avoid the worse of the attack.
He made a complete 360 degree spin. As he came around he used the gathered inertia from his quick spin to release his right hand sword into a horizontal spinning throw. Not at his opponent however, but diagonally several feet above them at another target entirely. The sword was sent through a mist of mibs, which congregated immediately into a perfect copy which fell tip down. Tablurath did not even waste a single movement, catching this new blade with his new free hand with practiced ease. The sound of his newly thrown sword cutting through the air as it twirled about toward his first airborne sword from moments ago, the trajectory planned perfectly.
His dodge had allowed his opponent to reach even further away at sixteen feet. Now however, he moved to close that distance just as the faint sound of metal striking metal could be overhead. He smiled. The first sword that had been tossed up had been falling end over end, but the additional force of the second sword striking just so caused it to fly into an even faster end over end spin, the added momentum shifting its path and speed. It whirled downward vertically in a deadly end over end spin that would bring it down frighteningly quick to intercept his opponents backward retreat so that it ended up cleaving through her helmet and forehead from above.
Unless his opponent suddenly stopped short of her retreat, she’d face a nasty surprise from above. Doing so however, would of course give Tablurath plenty of time to catch up, after all catching someone who was running backward while you were running forward was a simple task. A task made simpler by his more lightweight armor. In fact, he’d not be surprised if she tripped over something in the high grass in her haste. Which, if his opponent was observant, was oddly shorter than previously.
What he did next would all depend on his opponent's reactions. Where they shifted their attention to, how they placed themselves. Regardless Tablurath was ready to act as he entered just short of the ten foot mark.
However, the most probable possibility was brought to the forefront that made the most sense in the Cardinals mind. The realization hit him just a moment before his opponent reared back to throw. At this distance there would be no way to move completely out of the attacks way, his swords being of no real defence against such a large missile. The world seemed to slow as if it moved through water as he studied his surroundings, noting that the fiery attack had burnt away and flattened much of the grass where she had stood moments ago, which revealed a few stones and discarded pieces of equipment; even a lance plunged into the ground twenty feet away to his 3 O’clock. A plan formulated in his mind as he took in this new information, just as his opponent was about to release her spear.
Khazna swung his body on his left foot to the right just as Rodetta released her makeshift missile. The weapon shot forward toward his abdomen, his tight turn allowing the weapon to pass across his stomach region. The blade of the spear however, still managed to nick him, his body moving just too slow to avoid the blow altogether. It cut into the armor padding there, his protection at least saving him from a fatal wound. The lower stomach section of his suit was now supporting a horizontal gash, but Tablurath suspected he had gotten away with a small cut and some bruising at worse. There was no time to stop and assess the full extent of the damage anyway, what mattered was his forward momentum had not stopped while he was able to avoid the worse of the attack.
He made a complete 360 degree spin. As he came around he used the gathered inertia from his quick spin to release his right hand sword into a horizontal spinning throw. Not at his opponent however, but diagonally several feet above them at another target entirely. The sword was sent through a mist of mibs, which congregated immediately into a perfect copy which fell tip down. Tablurath did not even waste a single movement, catching this new blade with his new free hand with practiced ease. The sound of his newly thrown sword cutting through the air as it twirled about toward his first airborne sword from moments ago, the trajectory planned perfectly.
His dodge had allowed his opponent to reach even further away at sixteen feet. Now however, he moved to close that distance just as the faint sound of metal striking metal could be overhead. He smiled. The first sword that had been tossed up had been falling end over end, but the additional force of the second sword striking just so caused it to fly into an even faster end over end spin, the added momentum shifting its path and speed. It whirled downward vertically in a deadly end over end spin that would bring it down frighteningly quick to intercept his opponents backward retreat so that it ended up cleaving through her helmet and forehead from above.
Unless his opponent suddenly stopped short of her retreat, she’d face a nasty surprise from above. Doing so however, would of course give Tablurath plenty of time to catch up, after all catching someone who was running backward while you were running forward was a simple task. A task made simpler by his more lightweight armor. In fact, he’d not be surprised if she tripped over something in the high grass in her haste. Which, if his opponent was observant, was oddly shorter than previously.
What he did next would all depend on his opponent's reactions. Where they shifted their attention to, how they placed themselves. Regardless Tablurath was ready to act as he entered just short of the ten foot mark.
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Unless I am teaching in a spar there is no other reason for me to fight than to win.
Sush you, no one asked for your opinion! :K
I say fight however, is most fun for you. Winning isn't as important really.
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