Duel:Anatolia v Parsithius
Parsithius vs. Anatolia
- Judges: Giacomo, Rheven, and Jacklin.
- Winner: Parsithius, unanimous vote.
Parsithius stands at behest of the vast gate, which is hewn from blackstone and fortified with adamantite; his own figure of shining silver like some lone sentinel between those colossal, stone gargoyles. Anatolia is viewed between stray locks of golden hair, narrowing his azure gaze to more keenly pierce the darkness that seems to hang in the area, regardless of the time of day. His halberd is hoisted, the gauntlets of the knight holding it before twirling across the stave and causing the mammoth polearm to flit about in circular rotation, before slamming the axehead into the ground; a vehement quake and tremor the direct result thereof. No words are passed beyond stalwart lips, and Parsithius Invernizzi Mediccino is not one to usually allow such; instead, action is employed, and rightfully so. The male's burst into step is abrupt and startlingly swift, replacing a solid stance with a full-out, dead sprint, accompanied by a constant 'click' of his armored greaves and holding his weapon horizontally behind him with both gauntlet at its neck. Upon reaching Anatolia, the male pivots, arching his blade around in an attempt to slice her in two -some hideous attack, the intent to bifercate his opponent.
Anatolia stands staring at the knight, who would be his first challenge. The cold wind of this place tearing at his robes, as if they were the hands of the many souls he hand sent to the grave pulling him to join them. The vampire's fingers of his left hand rap around the familiar hilt of his tachi, the worn tattered fabric comforting under his hands. Suddenly the knight's being begins to charge him, with blade held high. It had finally started, Anatolia brings his cursed sword around to meet the blade of Parsithius, anticipating the blow. The force of the knight's swing connecting with his own throws the illusionist back several feet, a tear revealing itself across the front of his robes where the humans blade had made minimal contact. As the immortal regained his balance, his right hand retrieved three shurikens, and held them before his cloaked face. Hell speak consumes the clearing, Anatolia's voice chanting along softly. Darkness erupts from his hand and surrounds the blades, cursing them. The vampire begins to charge the knight, throwing himself into the air he rains the daggers down upon his foe one aimed at the left side of his neck, one at his right shoulder, and the last at his left hip. If the blades landed so much as a scratch they would send a powerful hallucinogen coursing into the humans body, which would begin to eat away at all the knight's ambitions and haunting images of his past loved one would consume him.
Parsithius 's momentum with his enormous halberd continues, using it to twirl the massive polearm around his body before snatching its middle between his torso and bicep, the speartip pointed straight out and directly at Anatolia in a challenging sort of pose. A charge from the other, made apparent by raining feet against cobblestone pathway, causes the knight to tense abruptly; his muscles ripple 'neath platemail, obscured from the vantage, before he suddenly moves into his own action. A step to the right, courted by a spin of his body, and thereafter his enormous weapon, causes the knight to dodge one of three laced shurikens. The other two, overestimated against the protective shielding of mithril-plated armor, make nary a dent within them, both hitting the shelled surfaces from his dislocation. And yet, the slightest smile decides to covet the human's features at the descending figure of his opponent, having placed himself in perfect location to intercept his fall if it were to simply continue; that mighty weapon is hoisted, and the axehead is tilted just enough to face at a slicing angle. Upward, Parsithius swings, gritting his teeth in the utter strength of his attack; aiming to bury the colossal blade of his weapon into the chest of Anatolia, and end the battle there. In anticipation, he could already see the shocked features of the vampire -he could hear the 'crunch' of muscle and 'snap' of bones beneath his might.
Anatolia's widen in rage as not one of his blades seemed to prove adequate. Fear struck deep into his chest as he realized that he was now right in the path of his enemy's blade. A mist of blood surrounded the combatants, as he could not bring his tachi around quick enough to stop the full force of the giant axe head. A shallow gash now occupied his pale chest blood soaking his robes, as he land yards away from the human. Staggering to his feet, he ran a finger through the blood coming from the abrasion and quickly licked it from his gauntlet. Slamming his sword into the ground, hells speak again brakes from his lips, enveloping the air. The shadows of the trees around the road start to dance and twist, though the wind had all but died. From three of the closes shadows to the knight dark figures begin to emerge and claw there way to the human. Anatolia rips his blade from the ground and begins to rush Parsithius, a blood screaming ripping from his throat. All for being will land upon the knight at the same time the beings shredding chunks of the precious armor creating weak points for Anatolia's sword to land, splitting the human in two.
Parsithius takes a single step backward as he scrutinizes these beings of shadow, watching and analyzing their clawing movements and wicked meanders of paths that seem hellbent on destroying the Knight. He, however meticulous, remains not afraid; rather, determined. Determined to succeed and defeat his opponent. Again his halberd is employed, using the speartip, beak, and axhead to delay the inevitable approach of these three creatures, Anatolia himself momentarily forgotten about. Steps resonating with 'clicks' of armored greaves and moving pauldrons signify a vast array of movements, ranging from slices, stabs, swings, feigns, and assaults against these shadow-people, until not one remains. Satsified, Parsithius turns, only for his shoulder to be run through, having its large plate ripped off from one of these conjured beings. The sword, narrowly missing any vital arteries, pierces through the upper right of the males shoulder, just beside his collarbone and through his shoulder blade. A sudden torrent of blood pours from the wound, spraying the air momentarily in a crimson cloud before settling upon the both of them; Parsithius' teeth grit terribly. Using his assaulted arm, that hand raises to reach around the man's head, aiming to grasp thick locks of his hair. The other shimmies up his halberd, and grips firmly the neck of his weapon, tilting it below his waist. In such close proximity, the knight thrusts forth with his left limb, ignoring the searing pain; the speartip of his mighty halberd aimed right at the other man's stomach.
Anatolia smiles as the cloud of blood sprays them both, inhaling the taste of the human. The plasma momentarily distracts him, giving the knight due time to get a hold of the vampires hair. Snapped back to reality by the sudden hold on his hair, he draws away with great force pulling at the wound causing even more damage to the shoulder, and tearing hair for his own head in an attempt to escape the halberd. The remaining shadow figures fade back into the darkness, as the spear tip misses its intended mark and lands in the side of the vampire. Weary from the loss of blood, Anatolia calls upon all of his remaining strength to raise his sword and bring it down on the human’s neck hopefully cleaving his head from the rest of his body.
Parsithius does, this time, relinquish a bellow at the order of his shoulder; the pain excruciating as the man rips the sword from impalement, holding onto hair that is no longer attached to the vampire's head. When the tip of the blade exits the knight, he staggers, but does not fall. Instead, his own weapon that is gripped with his opposite hand at his neck, lines his forearm with it's stave as he ascends the limb. The distinct sound of metal striking metal fills the area, signalling the blocked blow that Anatolia intended to complete -keeping the knight's head firmly affixed to his body, and bearing with it the opportunity to back away from the vampire with a few steps, releasing contact of polearm and tachi.