MelonHead

To the Screams of the Roman Mob

Also, i forgot to add this, his spear can be used as a longer slashing weapon because of the shape of the spearhead.

@Bartimaeus

Spears are always capable of this function, it should be obvious by the shape of the head that it would be more effective than usual however.

To the Screams of the Roman Mob

Sorry if it's a little technical, I'm working through my knowledge of spear and shield (which is completely theoretical based on my own laziness and lack of access to either pieces of equipment) and I feel accuracy is important in a historic/realistic battle like this.

To the Screams of the Roman Mob

Brennus just grinned at his opponent, unable to be insulted for the one simple fact that he couldn’t understand a word of Greek. After about two years even his Latin was only rudimentary, so he laughed off the Spartan’s remarks and hoped he looked brave for it. When his opponent gave him the warning that he planned to attack Brennus prepared himself quickly, his right hand sank to just below the balance point of his spear clutching it underarm and allowing him to point it out low about a foot past his shield which he held out at forearm length, facing slightly leftward. His right foot sank backwards and turned outwards slightly to provide a solid foundation as he bent his knees, ensuring his centre-grip shield was facing outwards and slightly off to his left and protecting his body leaving naught exposed.

Settled into a comfortable stance he was content to take a few steps forward and test his opponent’s resolve, closing the distance actually suiting him in this case as he had keenly noticed his opponent carried a number of javelins. The thing that Brennus was quick to notice was that his foe was also wielding a spear, though his own was incredibly vicious looking it was also significantly shorter than average. This was particularly noticeable to Brennus as the Spartan was incredibly tall, so he couldn’t help but wonder why he chose to bring a weapon with short reach when he was more than strong enough to carry a full length spear. Deciding not to look a gift horse as it were, he reached his own spear’s effective range and struck with a testing strike at his opponent’s unshielded flank, by shifting a little off centre to his opponent’s right and stepping forward on his right foot.

He launched his spear forward with all the power his right arm could muster, shifting his grip as he made the thrust to a point further down the shaft of his weapon, increasing his effective range to over six feet, perfect for outranging his Spartan foe. The shield in his left hand was of course opened a little to provide the striking line, but Brennus was aware of this weakness and kept it as close to himself as possible without limiting his strike. If his opponent was unable to respond effectively to his strike he was likely to suffer at least a severe gouging of his armour’s upper-chest plate and provided it glanced his spear-head away the Spartan’s right arm was also likely to be struck by the force of his thrust.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Alright I assumed the attack was something of that sort, hence the use of Fury's right hand to help with the tripping.

Yeah, I meant Kanitah not knowing that Fury can sense energy. Knowing he can drain energy is an important advantage though,

Arena Chat Thread

I wish I could draw, I would totally make a wrestling manga in the vein of Hajime no Ippo

@Rilla

That was slightly random, but fair enough.

As a side note this is reminding me of the WOTW days, with all the simultaneous chats going on and full of activity.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure if Fury's defence is possible. It's based off the presumption that his energy sensing abilities may have been overlooked, so he was essentially reacting to Kanitah's attack as if completely unimpaired which would place surprise on his side.

Honestly I'm not sure if Kanitah is doing some sort of super-man thing or what though, so if his feet are off the ground I guess he'd just go flying past Fury regardless.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Time seemed to slow as Fury relied on his energy sensing techniques for the first time in a long while. With his right arm still in front of his face he seemed unlikely to bring up any defence against Kanitah, but ultimately his lack of sight was never any limitation…

There wasn’t time for anything all that fancy, with only moments to spare the Fireen warrior skirted leftward with a neat turning side-step. It was just enough, his right leg stuck out to catch his opponent’s momentum and turn it against him as his right fist just glanced past Fury’s ribs, even in that tiny contact cracking his armour and leaving him vulnerable to any further strikes to his lower abdomen. His right hand shot down from his face and cupped the smaller warrior’s back as he shot past, giving him a helpful shove on his way to tripping over Fury’s outstretched foot.

Kanitah should hopefully barrel past Fury, and catch himself on the Fireen’s foot as he struggled to re-assert control over the momentum he had gathered covering the distance so quickly. However Fury was even now unsure of his opponent’s potential, perhaps he could save himself, the Fireen was ready to bounce back into his boxing stance if things went south.

To the Screams of the Roman Mob

- Round 1 -

Septimus raised his arms high and yelled at the top of his lungs, struggling to be heard against a backdrop of roars.

“BRENNUS, WARRIOR OF THE ICENI!”

The mob erupted, its most recent hero jogging out of the entrance at one end of the roughly 150 foot oval arena. His bare-feet scuffed up sand as he raised both arms high, his spear and shield shaking as he revelled in the adoration of the crowd. It was the most powerful of drugs.

His naked torso was adorned with blue woad paint in spiralling patterns and his hair had been spiked up platinum blonde in the fashion of his people. With only wool trousers for protection he seemed mad to enter combat, but the warrior knew his skill and the grace of the gods would protect him. They had so far. Regardless, if that defence failed he could always fall back to the longsword at his left hip.

“Hoo-ah.” He yelled, reaching a point around twenty feet from the centre of the arena, his eyes fixed on the entrance his foe would be entering from.

Septimus was still yelling against the crowd, but now they hushed in anticipation as he pointed towards the metal gates of the opposing side. “His opponent… Caspus, the Dreaded Spartan!” The crowd roared again in appreciation, the legendary martial prowess of the Spartans not unheard of even in Rome.

Brennus waited patiently, a snarl on his youthful face, ready for the time to shed blood.

The Coming Tide of War

Jobe looked up from his single-minded campaign to consume every edible object in reach when his name was mentioned. He couldn’t help but start a little, hardly expecting anyone to have heard his introduction, but the hefty woman sat a space away from him had engaged him in conversation. He turned, bread dropping out of his mouth as he looked at her quizzically.

“Uh, hey Ghis.” He replied, acknowledging her pleasantries with a half-smile. His confidence was returning as he realised she was not all that unlike any farm-girl he had met in the past, and because she was a little on the round size her looks were not overwhelming his simple sensibilities. All of that changed rather quickly however when a demure, but undeniably pretty, young woman made herself known and sat down next to him. He quickly averted his eyes and returned to his food, replying with a half-hearted greeting, letting the two women talk.

Someone was walking around with wine, which Jobe refused out of principle, though when ale was called he was more than willing to call for a cup if Mytchel was making the rounds. After a few moments of quiet eating it became clear that the woman known as Ghis was not quite done with the small talk, drawing Jobe away from eating once again.

“I’m from Terh, west of the Truesh peaks, small farming town.” He replied quickly, trying to sound like he was too good for his humble origins. It probably hadn’t come out quite as he planned. He was about to get back to work when his eyes caught Ghis staring at him in that way he had noticed the older women tended to. It might have been his imagination, but it looked almost predatory, nothing like the coy eyed maidens of stories, he coughed a little as his nerves jangled.

“Some.” He replied, resisting the urge to answer Ghis’ seemingly layered question with a full account of his working life on the farm. He decided that probably wouldn’t be appropriate, and he wanted to leave that life behind him anyway. The natural break in conversation and his progressively full belly had opened up an opportunity for Jobe to look around at the assorted individuals that had been gathered in the hall. Though Jobe was not what one would consider a shrewd or talented observer, he couldn’t help but pick up the foreign look of Northerners talking together with no small amount of hostility. There was also a dangerous looking man watching over the table, and a flimsy bookish type gawking and conversing wildly with everyone around him. It seemed like a strange bunch of people had gathered to answer the call of the King, but when the call comes who wouldn’t answer?

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Jeez the amount of hash tags that appeared all of a sudden has left me mighty confused.