Duel:Belphesius v Vaidhe

Duel Info

• Judges: Satoshi, Jerralith, Kuzial
• Stakes: OOCFC Round 2 Advancement
• Assigned Duel Details: Ogre Monks, fighting to be the Warchief's new bodyguard, 1 low level non-magical weapon, ghroundium-woven armor
• Rd/time: 3rds / 15 min
• Date: 07/26/2012
• Venue: Warchief's Hut
• Decision: Belphesius

Venue

Warchief's Hut

Belphesius vs Vaidhe

Vaidhe :: Raal waits in a combat-ready crouch for his challenger to arrive; for an ogre, such a stance perhaps bespeaks a lack of grace and poise, but the stooped shoulders, well-muscled limbs and bulky torso are an unquestionable source of power, honed by years of physical training to the apotheosis of fortitude and a monk's prowess. Raal's huge hands are folded in apparent nonchalance around a pole connected to its twin by a rough-looking length of chain; the business end of the instrument rests immobile above the dirt floor of the hut, the wink of metal clearly visible at the poles far end. As his foe enters the small and cluttered building, Raal nods his enormous skull, signalling the formal taking up of this challenge, and his body explodes into action. The well-trained monk comes up off the floor with both feet, snapping his heavy right arm upward and outward to send his fearsome weapon on a collision course with the other ogre's near arm. The odd contraption, sturdily but not prettily crafted, is a device adapted from both a flail and a catch-pole, meant to allow for the flexibility of the former and debilitating prospects of the latter. Raal cranks his arm crosswise over his torso, meaning to either slam his foe with the length of the pole or, if fate is truly on his side, catch him squarely with either the hook or the spiked chain; if seizure is achieved, Raal intends to use brute strength to reel in his adversary and pummel him senseless before he can extricate himself from his impediments.

Belphesius takes the closest thing to a battle-stance that the dimwitted Aramoth devotee can muster, the hulking frame contrasting with undersized beady eyes that study his opponent's actions. Wasting no energy on unnecessary moments, the Ogre remains stoic in a statuesque pose, as if unaware the fight has even begun. Remaining in such a state until the last possible moment, Belphesius suddenly snaps into action, massive arms moving in rapid defensive motions with the utmost speed capable of his beastly body as a simple staff is brought in an intercept course with the bearing forearm of his damned opponent before the second phase of Raal's assault comes railing his way. A swift duck beneath the swinging implement sends the spiked chain portion of Raal's weapon scarring deeply into the flesh about his back as he lets loose a primal growl and thrusts forward with his shoulder, attempting to place it firmly within his opponent's sternum, his forefoot placed around Raal's back leg as he attempts to drive through into a tripping motion, set to slam his opponent's skull firmly onto the unyielding ground below.

Vaidhe :: Raal has little time to set his center of gravity and muster a momentous counterstroke. He feels the impact of Belphesius's staff upon his meaty forearm, but the training he has endured, rough though it might be in comparison to that undertaken by humans or even frost giants far to the northwest, has taught him not to flinch upon receiving a wound. He bellows his triumph at the smell of his opponent's blood as his left hand, now freed from its jealous grip on the haft of his own weapon, pistons upward to seize the flailing catchpole as it dangles to his enemy's right side. When Belphesius's shoulder catches his ghroundium-armoured chest, the impact elicits a grunt and a backward stagger, further complicated by his foe's well-placed leg. Predictably, Raal does trip upon attempting to backpedal, but rather than flailing about and perhaps losing his advantage, Raal calculates, to the best of his admittedly meager wits, that his encumbered weapon, now stretched with its hideous chain taut across the flesh of his enemy's unguarded back, will make a fall more than simply worthwhile. He pitches backward and strikes his head on the muddy floor of the hut, a blow somewhat cushioned both by his thick skull and by one of the many rugs adorning the otherwise unyielding ground. In the instant before he strikes down, however, Raal pistons his right leg upward, bending the knee so as to drive it into his enemy's stomach, trusting that the encumberance of the spiked chain across Belphesius's back has at the very least yanked him forward and downward enough for such a strike to hit its mark. Whether Belphesius has been yanked fully atop Raal or has simply been bent forward, what follows in the wake of Raal's own tumble might be enough to upset the balance. Freeing his left hand, the ogre monk cocks it into a tight bowling-ball-sized fist and sends a straight jab for the other ogre's throat, a close-range blow meant to truly incapacitate the target alongside the gut-rending knee.

Belphesius falls forward along with Raal as their combined momentum slams firmly onto the Warchief's floor, a quick glance notices an approving look upon the Warchief and Belphesius redoubles his efforts to achieve the intended goal on this date. The small semblance of satisfaction ends rather rapidly; however, as Raal's knee is brought upward into his gut with masterful agility. A brief attempt to back away from the blow is attempted, though the restraining spiked-chain digging into his back ceases his retreat before it begins. Letting loose an airy grunt, the strike lands full upon his abdomen, causing him to instantly drop down close into his opponent's guard with a tight grasp. Raal's jab slides across the back of his head as he hugs tight to the Orc, though Belphesius moves rapidly to improve his position. Pushing down against Raal's knee, Belphesius frees himself from his opponent's legs and slides into a perpendicular side-control position, instantly wrapping his arms tight around Raal's head and opposing arm as he begins reigning down a repeated series of knee strikes into his adversary's ribs. Finishing up the onslaught, Belphesius rears up with all his might and attempts to slam down upon the bridge of Raal's nose with a vicious elbow strike, aided more by the weight of his ghroundium-woven sleeve.

Vaidhe :: Raal grunts as Belphesius first lands atop him, then consolidates his position. He tucks his chin down against his breastbone to stop the other ogre from choking him, then endures the battering of his ribs as knee after knee pounds his torso. He grunts with each strike, thankful in this compromised position that the heavy armour that protects his chest and abdomen is so dense and so durable. He will sport a fine assortment of bruises but no broken bones. In order for Belphesius's nose-smash to be effective, he is forced to loosen the clamp on Raal's trapped head, and the instant he does, Raal lunges back into action. There is no sense, as many of his masters have taught him, in resisting or thrashing about when you are pinned; it is best, if you know that your foe is not in a lethally advantageous position, to wait for an opening. The release of his head is just such an opening, and Raal seizes upon it with all the alacrity he can muster. He torques to the side, using his far left arm (which is still trapped) for leverage, and the elbow-smash hits dirt instead of the bridge of his nose as he rolls left, then by sheer momentum brings his opponent up and over him. Scrabbling upright even as Belphesius is in transit over his body, Raal seizes the other ogre from behind with both legs, crosses his ankles, unclenches his right hand and clutches his left wrist with the strong fingers of the now-freed hand. The position has non been decidedly turned in Raal's favour, as his opponent is sitting on the ground before him with his left arm pinned behind him. Rocking his heavy body and shifting his abdomen hold further up the other ogre's body, Raal hammers all his bodyweight forward against the immobilized left arm of Belphesius, hoping to shove him forward onto his face and break his arm simultaneously. Both weapons are now quite out of reach, and Raal hopes to render his opponent helpless before the fight wears on much longer; the pain in his ribs, escalating slowly, alongside the throbbing in his earlier-struck right arm, will eventually become a problem. For now, however, he has his opponent exactly where he wants him. Whether or not he is capable of overbalancing the other ogre, Raal feels it his duty, as the warchief's aspiring bodyguard, to visit as much pain as possible, and so he begins to butt his heavily-armoured skull against the back of Belphesius's neck in a rhythmic, punishing tattoo.

Belphesius grins slightly through tusky maw as blow after blow lands upon his opponent's ribs, though an audible grunt if disappointment is heard as the massive elbow-smash meets only dirt. Raal had suddenly jumped into action and moved with surprising celerity to the side and around to his back, thereby pinning Belphesius arm in the process. Pushing up with his freed arm, and rising to his knees Belphesius is now seemingly being ridden like a horse by the hulking mass of Raal upon his back, finally gaining enough space from the ground, Belphesius drops the shoulder of his non-trapped arm and rolls forward, carrying Raal along with him. The grating force of his opponent upon Belphesius already wounded back and massive strain upon the pinned arm releases a guttural growl that echoes throughout the rustic hut. A pop can be heard resounding though the venue as his arm is dislocated by the action, though Belphesius did at least achieve the desired position he'd intended. Spreading his legs, he centers his balance as he now lays back to belly on top of Raal and begins thrusting his head backward with numerous headbutts set on smashing his opponent's oversized face with punishing strikes.

Vaidhe :: Raal roars loudly as his opponent continues to fight; little thrills this beast more than a good battle, no matter the loser. As Belphesius heaves himself upright, Raal begins to loosenn is knees, freeing up his legs in the event that relinquishing the abdomen hold, as seems more likely by the second, becomes necessary. The monk snarls a single guttural word between clenched teeth as his opponent's arm becomes dislocated, ddroping his grip on the wounded arm even as he feels himself once more falling back-first to earth. He hits with a good deal more force this time, driving all the air from his huge lungs in a ragged whoop. Ling face-up with his foe lying spread out on top of him, the ogre monk has both arms free, to his opponent's one, and makes use of them immediately. The first head-smash brings blood above his left eye, stinging and hot and immediately painful. Further strikes, however, do not hit their mark, as Raal's arms tuck in across his face, providing a stiff barricade against which Belphesius may continue to bash his skull if he desires. Owing to the position, Raal may be on the bottom, but given that he has two working arms, two working legs and only minor cuts and bruises, it seems only a matter of time before he can once more turn the tide of combatt o his distinct advantage. For now, he can bear both the weight of his foe's bulk on his bruised body and the hammering of his head against upraised arms. Ogres are a people not knownnfor giving up easily, but Raal means one way or another to make this tough assailant submit, by the sheer expedient of time and maintained pain if nothing else.

Autohit
Belphesius can feel the futility of his rearward headbutts as Raal moves to block his offending blows with the padding of muscular arms. Attempting to spin himself around so as to come face-to-face with his opponent, he muscles his way just loose enough within Raal's leg-grasp to complete the maneuver, screaming out with pain as the dislocated arm flops around with him. Having only one good arm, and now within his opponent's guard, he has little option but to resort to more primal instincts. The good arm is raised up near Raal's face as a single knobby digit is fish-hooked into his opponent's mouth, pulling Raal's head to the side as Belphesius buries his teeth into the bared flesh of his opponent's neck. The honorless assault succeeds in forcing Raal to release any grip on Belphesius as he pushes away and stumbles to his feet. Looking down at his bleeding opponent, who is now likewise attempting to gain footing, the Orc proceeds with a three-step momentum, swinging his foot with a full forces blow into his adversaries temple. This final blow succeeds in relieving Raal of consciousness as Belphesius himself struggles to keep his footing, gaze turning suddenly to the Warchief as he flashes a dimwitted bloody grin in the leader's direction, seeking for approval of his messy win.