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To be honest, im not big into it either, but i'll sure help you out where i can. :3
With a heavy "thwang!" Iginbo crashed into Auron's sword, nearly breaking through the hastily put up defense. Feet buried in the snow up to the ankle, body tensed and twisted, Meats prepared to carry on with his onslaught and exploit the opening, when he was met a trick none less keen than his own. Skilled enough to similtaneously block and kick his assailant in the gut, this dragonkin were quite the tough nut.

Auron's foot hit hard, but it was met with some of equal might. The constructors of Meats' physical shell knew that he would have no need for any internal organs, so the hollows were filled up with a tremendous amount of muscle, and when he flexed his abdomen, it become solid as a brick wall. And that was exactly what Meats met the dragon's kick with - hopefuly, it would break him a few bones.
Unfortunately, even with such badassery involved, there was still one thing left to consider: this kick lifed his petty 70 kg up into the air and threw him a good half a dozen feet away from Auron. Sure, he had managed to land on his feet and keep his grip on the sword, but now the guy was out of his reach. Meats cussed to himself - losing such a great opportunity angered him - and sheltered himself underneath one of the pines. Changing his approach, the demon would wait for Auron to strike first, and here, the dark green of his armor would blend nicely with both the shadows and the pine itself. Now, instead of the Ox stance, he chose the Plow, right foot leading, his grip left just as it was.
Exellent, simply exellent. Meats loved when his tactics worked, and this time, he had achived superb results. His swift and unwavering offense forced Auron not to just change his stance, but try to counter when it were obvious that his target had the opportunity to parry. Seems like the lad was quite startled - a warrior with enough wit to playingly put the enemy's stance to waste wouldn't try to do so in clear mind.

The moment his opponent sidestepped, Meats aborted the stab, and when Auron's sword came flying to his stomach, the demon took it onto Iginbo's grip: as it were priorly mentioned, he had a good amount of control over the sword, able to pull it into a vertical position fast enough. They clashed, a mighty tremor sent jolting through his hands, and Meats, gauging the dragonkin's strength by the power of this collision, loosened his arms' muscle, absorbing the strike's energy to keep his weapon safe and sound. Throughout the lunge, and succeeding parry, his chest was turned forwards, thus, the blade's flat now pressing against it, together with his right hand. From this position, he pushed off the parried sword with his whole body, slightly leaning towards the ground - a preparation for his riposte. Pushing off with his left foot, Meats threw it in front of himself, getting another 3 feet closer; twisting the balde, his forearms crossing, his torso suddenly threw itself backwards and twisted towards Auron, the blade following in a deadly arc aimed to its prey's chest.

Ending his strike - given that there was nothing to answer to - the demon would switch his hands and defiantly assume the Ox stance once again.
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Did i do well?
Shall we wait for Ozzy any further? Or is it the usual 3 days limit?
"Interesting, interesting indeed. It seems like he follows a diffrent school of swordsmanship; perhaps, one best suited for his draconic strength,"- thought Meats, observing Auron's stance. It provided a good amount of protection to his upper body, and this definetly put his high guard at a disadvantage, as most horizontal attacks, which would be hard to dodge, but not block, could be performed only from above. Vertical slashes were also out of consideration - with dominiant reach and such a convinient stance, Auron's counter would be first to land, no matter what.

But Meats still had an ace up his sleeve. Shifting his left hand towards the pommel, and gripping the blade with his right - that would put it closer to the center of weight, granting a greater amount of control over his sword - he dashed towards Auron, leaving wide tracks in the puffy snow and breaking through the low-hanging branches; little more than 5 feet were left between them when Meats dropped his arms and pushed the blade's tip towards the dragon's stomach, denying him of sufficient leverage to bat Iginbo away with his own sword: parrying with the part above the crossguard simply wouldn't yeild enough energy. In his turn, Meats would have a modicum of control even in midst of an attack, able to quickly deflect a counter and then riposte with another stab.

Impaling someone on a falchion was no hard feat for his strength, inhuman power pushing even its rounded tip deep into flesh. An inch at least, no joking matter. But truth be siad, that wasn't the demon's only goal.
I think we should let the battle flow. This is an arena after all. :D

Though if you want to add some more plot detail showing up in your battle posts, then feel free to do so.
A simple nod was his answer.

Meats did not deny that he had done awful things, led by his undying loyalty. He had brought suffering and death feeling little remorse afterwards, carrying out the most questionable of tasks with little doubt. Yet there was a reason to this all. Now burning bright, a flame kindled long ago, it gave him the strength to carry on and belive it were all for the best. His master - not some god to him, but just a person with intelligence of the finest standarts - upon summoning him, did not test his swordsmanship first; no, instead, he said that he'd like to talk with Meats, tell him of their ambitous goals, and about the stern and lofty ideology dictating them. Hope and some sort of uncanny determination, born through strong desire, drove those people to think of something remarkable indeed: the demon saw meaning in those words, promises of prosperty, peace and a brighter future.

Then, he was presented with the harsh reality. It was a bloodied path, filled with hardships, striving and guilt: one had to prove that they were right to be accepted, and in this wild, untamed world, a hefty sword sometimes spoke better than anything else. On many occasions, the demon had thought the ideas he served could be flawed; the empire which brewed them - evil, but always found proof that it were not that way. Today, he would be tested once again.

Snapping out of his memories, Meats threw the sword off his shoulder and stepped forwads, a cloud of snowflakes puffing from underneath his feet. Assuming the Ox stance, right foot leading and both hands now on his blade's grip, he slowly advanced, decrasing the distance between them and giving Auron time to prepare. All high and noble bullshit aside, he just really liked a hearty fight where both opponents were on equal footing, and only true skill and power determined the winner.
Lets have it be an issued challenge, some sort of duel. Meats is a ruthless henchman, serving his master without doubt and merciless towards his enemy, so a more noble warrior like Auron could find a reason to call him out on one.
Heyo, id like to join as well, but there are some questions that bother me, and it would be great if you could answer them. What interests me most is how combat happens: are those auto-hits i see actualy legit, or simply the result of collaborative posting, with the outcome of those attacks coulcluded by PMs? Also, for the sake of fairness, what side should i join to keep the balance, and what kind of power level is acceptable?
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