Tristwich

Let The Blood Run Rampant

The dance of battle was soon to be underway, Selandra could feel the tension in her bones. Every move that she made felt like a predator advancing towards its prey, but this prey knew how to fight back. Staying out of her range was the intelligent thing to do, but he would have to come close at some point to fight her. When he did, he would feel her metal tear into his flesh like teeth against hide.

For a moment the elf considered charging forward, becoming the aggressor and making the first move. Such a foolhardy action however would prove her undoing, for this was no pup she was up against. Selandra may have had a wealth more experience than he in fighting in the pit, he had not loved this long himself without understanding the complexities of combat. This she understood, as well as the importance of maintaining control in the rhythm of this dance.

As he charged forward, the elf could see the bait from a mile away. How simple did he believe her to be, to waste her net in such an obvious trap? Once she had thrown it, she knew, it would likely be batted away or otherwise made useless, and she would only have her trident. No, she needed her alternate weapon too much to use against such a ridiculous feint, and would not take the bait. Keeping herself facing the opponent, she would allow him to make the first move. With her left hand holding her trident halfway along the handle, her right holding the bottom of her net, so as to allow the weights to dangle to the ground.

Should he choose to attack her, as his stance indicated a slash to her right, she would dash to that right, knowing that at that range she could still keep some distance from him. Once she was cleared of the ax, a thrust to his left knee, where the armor was weakest, just as he would begin his recovery. Such a wound was bound to make his mobility suffer, and such a handicap was fatal in the arena. If successful or not, she would step backwards, keeping her net ready to throw if he should be so bold as to get closer. Selandra had the range, she had the reflexes, it was only a matter of time before he would fall to her attacks.

Let The Blood Run Rampant

I have been doing it for about a year. I have suffered lots of losses...okay I've only won once, but I try to learn something from each defeat, which is why I think I walk awayfrom it improved as a whole.

Let The Blood Run Rampant

There were those that spoke as a means of boasting, but Selandra stayed silent. To speak was to give up your defenses, even for a moment. In that moment, your life could slip from your fingers at the flick of a wrist, and then a blade is in your gut. Besides, this little man would only break himself against her own lusts and desires.

The rain would start now, small droplets that fell upon them in patters and drips. Small sounds of metal being struck by the water filled her ears, but she had learned decades ago how to tune it out. All senses were on this human, and how best she may strike him down.

Advancing forward with sure steps, the elf would not allow herself to lose her footing in the wet sand. She had a greater reach against him, and her agility was surely greater than that of the grizzled fighter. When the blows started, she was confident she would emerge victorious. All she needed was to whittle him down, blow by blow, and he would take his last breath.

Her movements were a quick walk, which meant she would not cover the distance just yet, but she would meet him soon.

Looking for a fight

@Doc Doctor

Yes I would like to do ranked battles, as I feel it'll encourage me to do my best. I have been trying to get help in changing the settings on the thread. Awaiting replies now.

Looking for a fight

@Doc Doctor
Here is the thread, though I messed up and didn't put it as ranked, which is what I intended.
roleplayerguild.com/posts/4551607

Let The Blood Run Rampant

The arena was where life and death was decided. Skill, luck and sheer determination was the razors edge one walked when trying to survive this harsh crucible. Selandra had spent centuries in the blood filled womb of the pit, reborn anew as an agent of battle. Now would be the moment that she danced the deadly dance with another victim of this carnage.

Standing in the forty foot wide arena, the clouds were dark and her mood even darker. Rain would be upon them at any moment, which always made these battles more bothersome. The cheers of the crowd rang clear, their desire for blood as thick as the clouds above. Only one thing would satisfy these cretins, for one warrior to fall dead upon the ground.

Twenty feet away from her, her opponent stood. Both of them were veterans of combat, but Selandra was determined to walk out of this place alive and breathing. With her trident in her left hand and her net in her right, she felt ready for battle. The horn sounded, and she knew the fight had begun, but she would not charge in, not yet.

@Doc Doctor

Showdown at the Ghost Town

This city was more than just strange to her, it was outright bizarre. Annabelle had never visited a city such as this, but that didn't mean she couldn't make an attempt at navigating the streets. What made it doubly strange though was just how deserted it all as, like a ghost town instead of a bustling city.

"Hello?" She called out, the sun at midday around this time, but the weather seemed agreeable to her. Even in her scaled armor and plate, she didn't feel very warm out in the sun. Maybe if she didn't find anyone she would remove the armor and try to have a nice time seeing the sites. There were skyscrapers here and there, and Annabelle had never been so high up in the air like that before. Suddenly there was a noise, and she knew then it was time to get serious.

Drawing her weapon, she dove behind a car and waited for more noise to follow. Whatever it was had alerted her to the danger, and now she could almost smell it from there. Putrid decay wafted up her nose, and she felt her reflexes sharpen at the recognition of undead filth.

"Looks like I found someone, but I'm guessing they won't be very friendly." She took a deep breath and felt one of her Mantels of Awakening activate Memories of Protection. Those long lost days of feeling safe in the arms of her father brought forth a shield of psionic energy over her body. Whatever would come at her, she would be ready for them, and come out as the winner.

Showdown at the Ghost Town

Mistake

Looking for a fight

@Doc Doctor

All right I will ad about sixty pounds to her and get the thread started then if there isn't anymore you would need to know.

Ludonia, the land of the Undead

Hello there, looking for more people to get into this nifty little role play I have started. It has already started but everyone is welcome to get in on it. We are high fantasy medieval with a lot of cool stuff to play out. Whatever race you want to play out is completely fine, post here to stake your claim and work out any minor details.