Yes the trident is in her left hand and she is going for his arms by flailing it from her right side.
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He came forward so filled with confidence, so sure of his prowess as a warrior. Selandra would strip that confidence from him with every strike of her weapon. Arrogance was the cancer that lead to the death of a gladiator, and Kull seemed to suffer greatly from the disease.
As the rain started to come down upon them, Selandra decided it was time to go on the offensive. To wait any longer would cause herself to slip, and that one mistake would be the end of her. Charging forward to meet him, the fight would finally begin, with her hopefully gaining an advantage by her sudden advancement.
Coming up hard on him, she knew her next move would be pivotal in this battle. Swinging her right hand forward she would unleash her net, hoping to use it as a sufficient distraction. With her right hand free she thrusts her trident towards Kull's left knee, the intention of crippling him in her mind.
This was the moment of truth, where the hunter struck true and the prey would surely buckle at her might. Selandra was a slayer of men, a gladiator, a warrior that had no equal. Her legend was built on the bones of her opponents, her throne fixed right here in this arena. She was the queen, and Kull a lowly peasant to be brought to his rightful place in the grave. She held the larger gait, able to cover more ground quickly and to move her lithe body like an artist at her brush. His destruction was at hand through her speed and agility.
As the rain started to come down upon them, Selandra decided it was time to go on the offensive. To wait any longer would cause herself to slip, and that one mistake would be the end of her. Charging forward to meet him, the fight would finally begin, with her hopefully gaining an advantage by her sudden advancement.
Coming up hard on him, she knew her next move would be pivotal in this battle. Swinging her right hand forward she would unleash her net, hoping to use it as a sufficient distraction. With her right hand free she thrusts her trident towards Kull's left knee, the intention of crippling him in her mind.
This was the moment of truth, where the hunter struck true and the prey would surely buckle at her might. Selandra was a slayer of men, a gladiator, a warrior that had no equal. Her legend was built on the bones of her opponents, her throne fixed right here in this arena. She was the queen, and Kull a lowly peasant to be brought to his rightful place in the grave. She held the larger gait, able to cover more ground quickly and to move her lithe body like an artist at her brush. His destruction was at hand through her speed and agility.
Oh there's some new information, hmm
If accepted I will be using this character for the first round.
Name: Jack Rivet
Age: 27
Title: Lord
Race: Half Human Half Elf
Occupation: Hunter and International Arms Dealer
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6’2
Weight: 225 lbs
Physique: Muscular and athletic
Clothing:
-Top Hat
-White button up shirt
-Scarlet Vest
-black trench coat
-Grey Dress pants
-Black Dress Shoes
-Red Tie
Equipment
-One pocket watch
-One Monacle
-One Cane Sword, Threaded
-One “Bloodlock” Pistol
-Silver Bullets
Abilities
Minor Hemomancy with a specialization in augmenting bullets with special blood related powers.
Poison Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. When it enters into the bloodstream of the victim, they start to experience blood poisoning. If left untreated this can cause the body to go into shock, in mere minutes the victim will be visibly nauseous, causing disorientation and vomiting.
Hardened Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. The bullet now has a hardened layer of blood coating it, allowing it to deal more damage to armored individuals.
Exploding Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. The bullet now is coated with a volatile blood that when it makes contact, explodes in a small conflagration that sets most things on fire.
Acidic Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. The bullet now is coated with blood altered to eat away at most materials when it makes contact.
Spring Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. The bullet now is coated with blood altered to increase the speed of the bullet by enhancing the explosive properties that launch the projectile.
Increased Agility-Through vigorous training, Lord Rivet is skilled in the ways of agile combat. This mainly consists of rolls and dodges.
Increased Constitution- Training in the ways of Hemomancy has given Lord Rivet increased Constitution, allowing him a greater ability to resist the effects of some poisons and toxins.
Name: Jack Rivet
Age: 27
Title: Lord
Race: Half Human Half Elf
Occupation: Hunter and International Arms Dealer
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6’2
Weight: 225 lbs
Physique: Muscular and athletic
Clothing:
-Top Hat
-White button up shirt
-Scarlet Vest
-black trench coat
-Grey Dress pants
-Black Dress Shoes
-Red Tie
Equipment
-One pocket watch
-One Monacle
-One Cane Sword, Threaded
-One “Bloodlock” Pistol
-Silver Bullets
Abilities
Minor Hemomancy with a specialization in augmenting bullets with special blood related powers.
Poison Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. When it enters into the bloodstream of the victim, they start to experience blood poisoning. If left untreated this can cause the body to go into shock, in mere minutes the victim will be visibly nauseous, causing disorientation and vomiting.
Hardened Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. The bullet now has a hardened layer of blood coating it, allowing it to deal more damage to armored individuals.
Exploding Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. The bullet now is coated with a volatile blood that when it makes contact, explodes in a small conflagration that sets most things on fire.
Acidic Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. The bullet now is coated with blood altered to eat away at most materials when it makes contact.
Spring Bullet-Through the magic of Hemomancy, Lord Rivet coats his bullet with a specially altered blood packet. The bullet now is coated with blood altered to increase the speed of the bullet by enhancing the explosive properties that launch the projectile.
Increased Agility-Through vigorous training, Lord Rivet is skilled in the ways of agile combat. This mainly consists of rolls and dodges.
Increased Constitution- Training in the ways of Hemomancy has given Lord Rivet increased Constitution, allowing him a greater ability to resist the effects of some poisons and toxins.
Still a slot open? I am very interested in being part of this tournament.
I think I could very well enjoy this place. I like to think of myself as a bit of a fighting enthusiast.
With her enemy in her sights, she held no intention of allowing the warrior inside her reach. She had fought many of these foes before, and knew that if he got too close, it would be difficult to remove him. Selandra however knew how to play it carefully when it came to dangerous prey. She would stay just out reach of that ax, her eyes squinting at him through the rain.
"No more jokes?" She said as their feet kept on the move. Without her wider gait, she was doubtful she would have been able to keep herself from staying the distance she wanted. In accordance with keeping herself from getting backed into a wall, she would rotate around Kull, her reflexes sharp for what may come.
"I thought you were going to prove your manhood. Perhaps if you defeat me I'll deign you worthy enough to share my bed." Talking too much was a surefire way to open your guard up to an attack. Her words were quick and fluid, just like her feet. "Or perhaps you crouch because you fear the thought of being bested by a woman. Tell me, is my trident bigger than your sword? Or is it more of a sewing needle?"
Honor meant little in the arena, for it was a matter of life and death. Selandra was no knight, so she cared little for the decorum of warrior etiquette. If her japes and prodding insults were enough to get him to make a mistake, then she would gladly waste wind to speak such dribble.
"No more jokes?" She said as their feet kept on the move. Without her wider gait, she was doubtful she would have been able to keep herself from staying the distance she wanted. In accordance with keeping herself from getting backed into a wall, she would rotate around Kull, her reflexes sharp for what may come.
"I thought you were going to prove your manhood. Perhaps if you defeat me I'll deign you worthy enough to share my bed." Talking too much was a surefire way to open your guard up to an attack. Her words were quick and fluid, just like her feet. "Or perhaps you crouch because you fear the thought of being bested by a woman. Tell me, is my trident bigger than your sword? Or is it more of a sewing needle?"
Honor meant little in the arena, for it was a matter of life and death. Selandra was no knight, so she cared little for the decorum of warrior etiquette. If her japes and prodding insults were enough to get him to make a mistake, then she would gladly waste wind to speak such dribble.
@Doc Doctor
Last sentence of the third paragraph. Also yeah sorry about that I failed to mention she doesn't have the claymore on her at the moment. I usually assess the battle to come and make a choice since yeah it would be rather silly to have that on her back the whole time.
Last sentence of the third paragraph. Also yeah sorry about that I failed to mention she doesn't have the claymore on her at the moment. I usually assess the battle to come and make a choice since yeah it would be rather silly to have that on her back the whole time.
I feel pretty embarrassed to make that mistake to be honest.
At the sound of the stranger, Annabelle stood up from her position behind the automobile. The sight of the wolf man was more than a little strange to her, it was downright odd. "Never seen a werewolf with clothes before" she said under her breath as she examined him from a distance.
He spoke of non violence, but the warrior knew it had to be some kind of trick. Such creatures were made from darkness and evil, thus incapable of not having ill intentions with their words. For all she knew, as soon as her guard was down, he would smash in her head with that wooden club, and she would be his dinner. Not this time, she thought to herself as she kept her sword ready.
"You speak of being amicable, yet I have my doubts of your intentions." She said, eying the obvious amounts of gore and blood splatter on him from the use of his blunt weapon. "How many have you tricked with that little lie? Such deception will not work upon me, werewolf!"
With her next Mantle of Awakening, she would use it to activate her Memories of Jubilation. Images of a younger Annabelle, one without a care in the world as she ran through fields of golden wheat flooded her mind. With her speed now enhanced through her psionic power, she would charge forward, sword ready to cut down the wolf, but she was too far way to make her attack just yet.
He spoke of non violence, but the warrior knew it had to be some kind of trick. Such creatures were made from darkness and evil, thus incapable of not having ill intentions with their words. For all she knew, as soon as her guard was down, he would smash in her head with that wooden club, and she would be his dinner. Not this time, she thought to herself as she kept her sword ready.
"You speak of being amicable, yet I have my doubts of your intentions." She said, eying the obvious amounts of gore and blood splatter on him from the use of his blunt weapon. "How many have you tricked with that little lie? Such deception will not work upon me, werewolf!"
With her next Mantle of Awakening, she would use it to activate her Memories of Jubilation. Images of a younger Annabelle, one without a care in the world as she ran through fields of golden wheat flooded her mind. With her speed now enhanced through her psionic power, she would charge forward, sword ready to cut down the wolf, but she was too far way to make her attack just yet.
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