Duel:Aranhil v Vaar

Judges: Arien, Jack(mid), Keturah
Winner: Aranhil
Stakes:10k

Grand Cenrili Arena

This grand arena appears to be the focal point of the recent restoration work. Marble columns and arches awe and amaze your eyes and some of the ancient stone seats have been lined with material in specially sealed off areas for the well off. However the arena remains empty and desolate perhaps the locals fear to come to a place that was once tainted with chaos.

Aranhil entered the Arena hastily, he was running late and had upon his body the hastily thrown items he had decided to use. Facing his foe after noticing the empty stands even though their battle was made public, he grimaced. Vaar would be a great person to test his strength against, and of course the battle was more meant to help spread word of Lithrydel's Guard throughout the lands. Fixing the crimson bandanna across his face and the placing his pendant beneath his shirt he would next adjust the daggers at his belt so they may be easily reached. After his clothing was rather set in its proper place he would look back to Vaar, the one who had issued the challenge for this eve. “I hope you are ready Vaar, for I intend to go all out and hold nothing back. I expect the same of you!” Smiling as he prepared himself for his own attack he planned it in his head. The Weapons Master had grabbed an extra weapon from his store room should he have need of it and so a katana would be visible sheathed across his back once he allowed the trench-coat to fall to the earth. Aranhil was in full battle attire, nearly each item a custom of its own design. With a grin he would begin, drawing right away a single dagger and tossing it towards his sparring partner as he also leaped into motion attempting to close the distance between the two. A moment after the first dagger would fly the second would be pulled from its leather bindings and find itself soaring through the air towards its intended target. Each of the blades were magically created to have a special hallucinogenic dust made into the metal. Should even a single blade reach the blood stream hallucinations would begin to occur, their depth and length dependent on the severity of the wounds made. Closing the gap together still he had count of the number of daggers still at his disposal, three throwing and two battle, each with the same hallucinogenic properties. Finally reaching his opponent he would draw two more of his blades each of them seven inches in length, these two daggers were not meant for being thrown though they could be. These two were meant for melee combat and Aranhil was sure there would be plenty of that. Darting to the left as he was within range in an attempt to fake his opponent he would slash vertically from up to down as he fell to a crouch and then jumping slightly upwards and to the right another vertical slash with his other hand. The blades were well gripped and expertly handled, the only question Aranhil had was the same one he had been wondering over and over again since the night he issued the challenge, 'How good is he?'

Vaar advanced through the arena halls, listening to the roaring crowds, which he knew were sitting about the field of dirt. He knew they would watch every move, pick their favorite and heckle the other. Upon his golden features, which were marred only by a single scar on his left cheek, was an expression, bereft of all emotion. One would be more than hard-pressed to read his body language. It could only be said that a perfect posture grazed his walk, not a slouch was given, not even to himself whilst he was alone. Once he had reached the dirt covered ground of the arena, he paused for a moment, allowing his over sensitive ears to adjust to the noise. After a few moments of mental preparation, he began to move again. Every grain of dirt, seemed to cry out as it crunched beneath his boots; his dramatic march only showed what he had come here for, a fight. Those greenish hued eyes of his, examined the arena before finally settling upon Aranhil. Today he would put on a show that none have seen before. It was more than exciting in his mind, a worthy opponent had finally showed himself, too bad it had to be his own clan leader, he thought. His right hand gently rested upon the hilt of his bronze sheathe, which was turning green due to aging. The ancient ice enchanted katana was quickly becoming his favorite weapon. His statuesque presence, was only enhanced by the leather armor which adorned his 6'3 body. It fit correctly in all the right places, allowing him freedom of movement. His hawk like gaze never left Aranhil as he began to move, it was now or never. He gave only a simple nod to Aranhils speech. It would surely be considered a blurry haze, the speed at which he moved towards his opponent could be considered beyond belief. His golden jawline clenched hard as his feet furiously pounded against the ground. Two daggers were thrown with precision at him, he knew exactly what to do. A metallic ring was the only indication that his weapon had been released. It's sliced through the air whipping itself into a frenzy as it forced the air to whistle around it. The slash itself, landed cleanly upon the blade, his keen sight only enhanced his ability to watch it move. The other was dodged by sheer ability, two quick steps had him out of the way, darting him to the side. His golden face allowed a dark scowl to spread over it, the violence within his mind was clearly showing upon his face. His speed mixed with Aranhils own, closed the gap in mere moments. The vertical fake out would surely work against him. His weapon moved outwards to block the attack, only to find himself forcing to step backwards. His speed surprised him, and the last vertical slashed cut straight into his armor, slicing it cleanly. Although not an ounce of blood had shown, through the armor. He himself was an expert at close range battle. Without hesitation, a smile placed upon his lips as he would continue the assault. His katana erupted outwards in full force. taking a precise swipe at towards the stomach of the man while he was still in mid air. The power behind this blow could easily slice him open to allow his entrails to fall upon the ground. After his attack he would also side step moving in a circle so to speak with Aranhil, he would not allow the man to gain his back side. His blade turned upwards quickly as he launched another attack, aimed towards the mans arm pit in an effort to remove it from his body. So far he had been impressed by his ability and only wanted to see more.

Aranhil's grin had quickly faded. The man before him was well beyond what he had anticipated, the first and second daggers merely falling away from him like leaves upon the wind. When his upward strike would catch the draconian he would show no sings of satisfaction for this was one of those battles where emotion could possibly lead to ones down fall. When the others blade would quickly become his next enemy he realized his fault in underestimating the Gold. The magic that had leaked into his rings was just enough to bring forth a small bit of his giants strength. With both hands he forced his daggers together and downward in an attempt to block the attack, the power of each only serving to flip him upwards and over the Draconian, the next slash of his blade had just missed as he rolled over his head by only a foot or so. Landing upon the earth the full of his magical ability had leaked into the rings and each shined with that of a crimson light as the runes would deliver their master the strength that normally was owned only by the giants. Using even this fall to his advantage he had landed crouched upon the ground spun in a small arc on his hands with an outstretched foot, hopes of sending the man to the earth in his mind. Aranhil made the mental note to be more weary of the Samurai and so after his kick, regardless of its effectiveness he would leap backwards throwing a single one of his throwing daggers from his belt towards the man in hopes of slowing what would surely be a counter attack to come. Then using these spare moments his daggers hold would change so that each were held firmly once more and not so loosely as before due to the fall and kick attack he had made. The strength of the giants coursed through his body, the dagger that was thrown held behind the force of such as the projectile would be far faster and hold behind it more power than the previous two. Having already planned his next attack each of the two daggers he held would be returned to the belt and directly after his own katana would be drawn. The end of this match would surely come to the one with most skill with such a weapon. Closing what little gap may be there now he would slash horizontally from left to right with both hands upon the hilt in an attempt to slash the draconic being across his lower gullet.

Vaar kept his body fluid and ready for every on coming assault brought on by Aranhil. The quick movements of him once again surprised him, the man had flipped over his head landing behind him. His quick sidestepping allowed him to see the man, spinning low with an outstretched leg. His wide stance allowed for an easy escape, a simple lift of his leg allowed the others to pass without contact. His motions stayed fluid as he stepped his foot out wide placing it back down upon the ground. This effect allowed him to duck beneath the deadly weapon, only to graze over the top of his head. The increased strength behind the throw, made it almost beyond his ability to dodge. It easily sliced out bits of his hair as he moved. This widened stance didn't allow him to move as quickly as he had hoped. Aranhils slash cut deeply into his left arm, sending blood out into the arena. A cry of pain almost escaped his lips. The second slash was simply blocked as he took a step back wards. All of his movements had to compensate for his opponents surprising strength Finally he saw an opening and moved to take it. He ducked low, bending a knee before finally sweeping his weapon towards him. This attack was masterfully placed and aimed towards Aranhil's feet. Should he not defend it, this attack could destroy his movements. Adrenaline was pounding its way through his veins enhancing the way he moved. He could surely lose this fight if he made a wrong move. Next he spun swinging his weapon with his right hand only, such was the way of his style. Arching through the air, it was aimed at Aranhils neck. It was an attempt at a one hit win. He knew that he couldn't handle this much strength from his opponent, at least not for long.

Aranhil's own adrenaline was flowing, perhaps faster than ever before, the hip that was healed by Awne felt as if it had never been injured. Once his opponent would counter attack he stood ready, his foe's speed beyond what he would have thought for closing the distance and dodging the dagger that was merely four feet from the ground. Vaar had reached him in no time at all, Aranhil attempting to read his movements as he was previously trained. Smirking as the bladed leg sleep would be done he would jump towards him, reading the move perfectly, and into the air the blade he held in only his left hand as he would try to thrust it towards him, this of course was only his first attack of two. The next would come at the same time, a chambered punch of his right arm would be released, the strength of the giants flooding his veins and so hurtling the punch with greater power towards his opponent, upon his hands were what was always worn there, the berserkers steel spiked knuckles. These attacks would come in such quick succession that the draconicians second attack would not have the time to follow through and so was interrupted. However this left Aranhil in a vulnerable state, he was in the air and close to his opponent, should his foe evade each of these attacks he would easily be able to handicap the half elf in whatever way he may wish since he had not the ability to defend himself in mid-flight with both of his arms extended outwards.

Vaar kept his body moving, every heartbeat pounded with in his chest, his opponent was quick and strong. This was something he wasn't able to handle. A grin fell upon his face as Aranhil jumped over him, he was glad to know this man was his leader. He was indeed impressed by his ability. His left arm hung loosely at his side, it had gone completely useless. Aranhils first attack slammed his blade into his back. He clearly couldn't react to it. The blade itself dug into his armor, easily entering his already hurt left arms, shoulder blade. The second attack smashed into his back. The sound of breaking ribs clearly echoed around the area. This was too much for him. His jaw clenched tightly as he knew his opponent flew through the air. This was it for him, quickly he turned to catch Aranhil floating through the air. Rage burned deep within his gullet, pushing him closer to drawing upon the power that laid deep within. Then it happened. A glow of light beamed out of his mouth, this was surely hurting him as he performed it. It was a light attack, one that was granted to him by his draconian bloodline. The powers of this could easily slam into Aranhil, causing massive destruction to his body. Whether it hit or not, was only a hope. This act left him weak as he crumpled to the floor, gasping for air. This fight was exactly what he needed.

Aranhil had made that one mistake, his left hand had lost hold of his blade when he had punched with his other. As the Draconic being would turn his arm would be thrown to the right as he began to fall downward. The beam attack Aranhil had not seen coming, perhaps if it were a flame then another ring that was hidden inside of his pocket could protect him, but a beam of light was not fire, it was pure energy. The attack hit Aranhil at his right shoulder and crossed over his chest sending him sprawling back to the bloodied earth that was the Arena's floor. Attempting to stand he would claim his victory if not the attack had taken so much from him. The shirt across his chest and the skin beneath it were charged badly from the energy attack. Suddenly Aranhil's heart would skip a beat, the charge had set his body into panic and he fell back to the earth trying to comprehend what happening.