Xiro Zean
Lord ZeeTybalt is the man. "Just took an axe to the frieking kidneys. Don't mind me, I'm just gonna casually melt a dude's face. But if you could spare a moment to heal me though,
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Things were not going well, even though t:he plan had gone exactly as Mikhail had hoped. Not only did he manage to get a hold on the knight, but he was even able to keep his grip after the impact. And yet here he was, on his way to give the ground a big old kiss, all because the freak of nature stood still. No cunning counter, no artful dodge, just being a stubborn jack ass that refused to be moved.
Needless to say, the cavalier's breath was unceremoniously knocked out of him upon hitting the ground. But the sight of the axe about to fall on him made it quite clear that there would be time to catch his breath. By some strike of luck, or perhaps it was merely a consolation for his titanic failure, his spear had ended up right next to him.
The axe started to sail downwards. If he had the time and oxygen to spare, Mikhail had a number of rude things he wanted to follow up the smug jack ass's comment with. But alas, it was not meant to be. Instead, he mustered what strength he had left and barrel rolled out of the axe's way, grabbing his spear mid-roll.
The axe fighter was already committed to his swing. Assuming he was human, which truthfully Mikhail was beginning to doubt, the axe fighter would take a moment to recover from such a heavy impact. And in that precise moment, Mikhail planned to make a thrust at the knight's exposed outer neck. Seeing as the cavalier's attack would be made with him on his back, the strike itself would be severely lacking in force, but it should still be strong enough pierce skin if his aim was true.
Now don't kill the bastard, just send him a message, the cavalier reminded himself, grimacing from both the pain and his overall distaste for his current situation. And that damn horse is certainly taking its sweet time.
Needless to say, the cavalier's breath was unceremoniously knocked out of him upon hitting the ground. But the sight of the axe about to fall on him made it quite clear that there would be time to catch his breath. By some strike of luck, or perhaps it was merely a consolation for his titanic failure, his spear had ended up right next to him.
The axe started to sail downwards. If he had the time and oxygen to spare, Mikhail had a number of rude things he wanted to follow up the smug jack ass's comment with. But alas, it was not meant to be. Instead, he mustered what strength he had left and barrel rolled out of the axe's way, grabbing his spear mid-roll.
The axe fighter was already committed to his swing. Assuming he was human, which truthfully Mikhail was beginning to doubt, the axe fighter would take a moment to recover from such a heavy impact. And in that precise moment, Mikhail planned to make a thrust at the knight's exposed outer neck. Seeing as the cavalier's attack would be made with him on his back, the strike itself would be severely lacking in force, but it should still be strong enough pierce skin if his aim was true.
Now don't kill the bastard, just send him a message, the cavalier reminded himself, grimacing from both the pain and his overall distaste for his current situation. And that damn horse is certainly taking its sweet time.
Bah, this post should have been up hours ago. Apologies for the hold up, but my professors are already attempting to drown me in papers :|
Mikhail Fuast
It was becoming more and more clear that Mikhail’s opponent did not become a royal guard by riding on the laurels of anybody else. From his form to his calm and calculated response to being charged by a cavalryman, the odds of being able to end the fight quickly and cleanly were looking grim for the lancer. And then his hit glanced off of the bastard’s pauldron.
Well shit… Time had a funny way of slowing down when things went to hell. In this case, it was just long enough for Mikhail to notice the axe-fighter’s plan. There was no chance of moving out of the way, which left him with a hard choice and only a split second to decide. On one hand, there was the option to roll with the hit and hope that if there was a follow up attack that he would be able to either parry it or avoid it. Or he could be an absolute idiot and hope it paid off.
The royal guards were given some of the best toys the kingdom could afford. Piercing their heavy plate mail was a dubious ordeal at best, but the price they paid for that kind of protection came with the severe weight of them. And that was a fact the totally inept decision-making portion of Mikhail’s brain realized he could take advantage of.
In the moment before Rollo became all too familiar with the back of an axe, the cavalier relinquished his grasp on his spear in one deft motion and made a grab for the knight’s wrist. Best case scenario, he would end up throwing the knight completely off balance and making him fall, which would then hopefully give him enough time to recover and circle back with his sword. Worst case though, he would end up looking like a complete idiot that dropped his spear and then fell off his horse because he overextended himself during the collision.
All in all, Mikhail absolutely detested what he had managed to come up with in his clairvoyant split-second. But seeing how he was already committed to it, he saw no reason to repress the insane grin gracing his face. Whelp, one way or another, this will be a moment I'll never forget.
Quick question @Light, what kind of armor is this guy wearing? And does he have a helmet on?
School and work are conspiring against my free time. Managed to post from my phone, but I'm not sure whether I'll be able to get another one up till tomorrow.
Mikhail hated axe fighters. Granted, that wasn't saying much, seeing as the man hated most things, but their was an exceptionally hateful place in his heart just for them. Especially ones that lectured him on how to fight.
The cavalier knew full well that the duel would ride heavily on whether or not he was able to keep his distance, which was why he had hoped his opponent would be as reckless as the assassin.
That sadly does not appear to be the case, Mikhail noted, watching the royal guardsmen change his stance. It didn't take a genius to understand that leaving the axe fighter to his own devices would have devastating consequences.
With two kick taps and a pull on the reins, Rollo picked toward the knight and started to gain speed. Mikhail didn't have any time for fancy maneuvers, so he simply levelled his lance at the giant of a man.
If the axe fighter swung, he was ready to parry the swing, even if it came at the cost of his lance. And if that did happen, the cavalier was fully prepared to run him down with his stead. Honourable or not, I'm winning this damn fight.
The cavalier knew full well that the duel would ride heavily on whether or not he was able to keep his distance, which was why he had hoped his opponent would be as reckless as the assassin.
That sadly does not appear to be the case, Mikhail noted, watching the royal guardsmen change his stance. It didn't take a genius to understand that leaving the axe fighter to his own devices would have devastating consequences.
With two kick taps and a pull on the reins, Rollo picked toward the knight and started to gain speed. Mikhail didn't have any time for fancy maneuvers, so he simply levelled his lance at the giant of a man.
If the axe fighter swung, he was ready to parry the swing, even if it came at the cost of his lance. And if that did happen, the cavalier was fully prepared to run him down with his stead. Honourable or not, I'm winning this damn fight.
Mikhail Fuast
Having been quite literally chained to Scott for a month had done a number on Mikhail’s patience. Straizo’s little gremlin had insisted that it would improve the squad’s teamwork, but all it had done for Mikhail was give him a nasty bout of nausea. The cavalier could still feel where the iron clasp had been around his ankle, forever dooming him to be within a few feet of the other cavalier.
The feeling of freedom was sweet, but oh did the trial before him sting. For a month he had improved his coordination and team tactics with the other cavalier, something that had proven to be quite the task due to being on horseback.
And now here he are, after hours of focusing on teamwork, dueling. The irony was not lost on him, but having to go up against a member of the Royal Guard alone kept him from truly appreciating it.
”Tch, of course,” he muttered, seeing his opponents weapon of choice. Today was just turning into the best day ever for the dour knight.
With a light tap of his foot, Rollo approached the axe-wielder. ”Very well, I accept your challenge,” he replied, his expression dead serious. Even though he had been in the military for several years, Mikhail had only heard stories of the current royal guard, of which ranged from the unbelievable to the impossible. Until he knew for sure what he was dealing with, the cavalier had no intent to overplay his hand.
His lance rested comfortably in his grip, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. Rollo was making a slow circle around him, but was capable of moving deceptively quickly should he attempt to rush in.
Probably the biggest difference between a RP that remains active and one that dies in a week can be seen in their OOC threads. Too many times I've seen topics on the old Guild lose steam and eventually members because the OOC stopped keeping people interested/invested.
In short:
In short:
Assassin makes the mistake of using a door for cover. Claude then reveals his special technique!
Nobody shuts up about it for ten pages after the fact.
I'm not gonna lie, I would actually love to see that.
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