Duel:Blut v York, March 17 of the 2017 Frostmaw Tournament

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Duelists: Blut vs York
Duel: Traditional 3 rounds with final defense, 15 minute posting limit
Stakes: Auto-hit to the winner
Judges: Lionel, Artia, and Valen


Eastern Frostmaw Gates

Welcome to the sixth annual Titans of Winter Tournament! Here we gather where the Frostmaw shamans have molded and shaped this area, altering the original state into some fresh hell. It seems that every Frost Giant guard who is assigned to this post throughout the year is in attendance - and for good reason. The shamans have magically sealed the gate, and cordoned off an area directly in front of the two hulking doors to designate as a fighting arena. The only persons allowed to violate the sanctified space are the guards - given free reign to interrupt, interfere, and generally make our combatants' lives miserable. These are the well-trained, battle-tested behemoths of Frostmaw Infantry. They are armored and armed, some even sporting gauntlets and shields in lieu of weapons. They are brawlers, berserkers, wrestlers and no-holds barred combatants, each one aiming to grind our contestants' bones to make their bread. Good luck to both Blut and York.


Blut entered the arena dressed in his black assassins garbs. No one could tell who he is due to the fact that his black cloak covered his pitch black leather armour revealing only his leather boots would be visible his black hood hide his head and metal face mask within shadows.. Within the cloak was a array of hidden weapons and tools in order to end his opponent. Blut observed the giants as he walked they were of no threat until they attacked him but makeing sure to keep track of each and every one that he could see as he never felt comfortable surrounded by a neutral force. Blut when he sees his opponent would just start walking towards them as he extends his hand from his cloak saying "well proper conduct says that we shake hands my name is Darius what is yours". Useing this as bait to lure in his opponent so that he could use the cursed dagger within his sleeve to damage his opponents hand and start to paralyse the rest oh his body. He would flick the blade out of his sleeve and at speeds that would look like a blur to the avarage human slash upward towards the mans hand whilst his left arm would be reaching for his holy crossbow. The curse would be very potent on the area of contact however it will take a bit of time to travel to the rest of the body. Perhaps 10 minutes for a regular man not regarding the weaknesses or resistances one may have to a unholy curse. His eyes behind the shadows of his hood would glow faintly reveling them if one were to look into them they would be affected by his master level illusions otherwise Blut would just have access to his adept level illusions.


York arrived at the scene as he usually was, covered in his green-grey cloak which hid any armor he may wear, with his longbow over his shoulder. Eyeing the guards nervously as he entered the arena, not understanding their purpose there yet but managed a sort of general nod their way. After all, it was his opponent he was here for. The offer of a greeting wasn’t unexpected, so he started forward, only to pull away, realizing he /definitely/ recognized that voice from somewhere. Realizing the trap, and that he was now far too close to use his bow, York immediately backtracked a step, drawing the daggers from his side and raising them in the hopes of deflecting the slash. Seeing the other man reach for his crossbow and immediately sensing an opening, the half-elf would try for his own attack wherever the blades might find purchase on his opponent’s armor. If this man was so big on subterfuge, this was a battle York knew he had to end quickly. However, his preoccupation with Blut would leave him open to attack from the guards, as he was now paying them no mind.


Blut 's eyes widdened as he saw York drawing his own dagger in order to deflect the slash. Blut backstepped not willing to risk the man getting a blow on him now as he continued to step back. Blut aimed the crossbow right at the mans heart in order to end the duel right here and there but he missed as he heard a rumbleing throwing him off his game. Blut turned to see the giants chargeing towards the pair unaware of why they were doing this Blut immediately turned his body 45 degrees to his left in order to have a good view of the giants and his opponent. Blut cursed silently when he realised his attack missed as the giants got ready to attack the pair. The giants raised their weapons as they tried to crush Blut however he dashed between their legs hideing under the warriors to keep their friends off of him. Blut threw his shurikens at varying speeds as they flew from behind the giants legs looking like they were thrown as a distraction as they flew nowhere near York however after a while they would deflect off each other and the direction of flight of one shuriken would change towards York. They would catch him if he dashed to his right our back right. They were secreted with a deadly venom capable of infecting a man of a toxin that would cause them to pass out unconcious within the hour and death within three. Whilst Blut danced under the giants to avoid the swinging steel and crushing feet he proceeded to reload his crossbow returning the cursed dagger into his sleeve.


York’s initial attack did no good, as his first jab simply deflected off of Blut’s armor and the second was easily avoided. As the crossbow bolt flew by, York would see this was getting him nowhere abandon this tactic, simply backing away, returning the daggers to their sheaths. Not quite drawing his bow yet, suddenly the giant guards became the main issue. Dodging both their attacks and Blut’s shurikens proved to be too much and was, for a moment, knocked prone. He got to his feet quickly, but had been distracted enough that one of the shuriken’ struck home, shearing through his cloak and striking his shoulder. York swore, grabbing the weapon and tossing it away. Though he had no idea of the toxin now in his system, the ranger knew the battle was becoming more dire by the second. So, he finally drew his bow and, continuing to move around the outer edge of the arena, fired arrow after arrow at Blut. Many of his shots would go wide, but some of the volley were bound to strike home, as the ranger was now far more in his element than he had been before, and the black-cloaked figure made an excellent target against the snow-covered setting.


Blut let out a small yelp of pain as multiple arrows stuck his body his blood however was black and turned to dust before it could even exit the body. Blut grunted as he noted the location of each arrow one in his left shoulder on his his right elbow and one in his back. He continued to struggle against the constant fireing of the arrows and giants trying to crush him. He stayed within the thick of giants useing their giant bodies and armour as cover for the assassin. He panthed as he continued to dodge each dodge makeing him more sluggish as the blood loss and constant movement made his more and more tired. Dispite the loss of his right arm he still had his left and a trick up his sleeve as he shoot a nearby giant right in the eye causeing in to lash out in pain strikeing its fellow giants in its panic. The giants became more enraged and started to attack that giant as well as the contestants. One giant swung its battle axe at Blut and gathering the last of his strength in his legs he jumped landing on the blunt side of the axe as it was swung missing the edge as his flew into the sky with it. Due to the size Blut was able to use the bolts used to attach the head to the axe as a means to hold onto useing his illusions to turn invisible from both the giants and his opponent as he clung on for dear life. The blade was clean as it was almost like a giant mirror in fact Blut could see his own face he smiled as he looked into his own eyes placeing himself under the illusion that he felt no pain and in that instance his pain disappeared due to how real he could make the illusion. Useing the momentum of the swing Blut let go as he flew across the arena landing on the other side of the arena with a loud thud breaking his legs however Blut had one last trick up his sleeve. He wrapped mana threads around his damaged limbs as they forced him to sprint forward towards the ranger tearing into his muscles and flesh but made his move much faster than the avarage human one could even compare his speed to a lycan. He had both daggers drawn to engage in a close range fight even if the ranger tried to shoot him with arrows he was fully capable of deflecting them as long as he had line of sight with the man. The illusion would not last forever it would wear off within 10 minutes when it wears off the pain would be unbearable maybe even causeing him to faint.The toxin should start to make York feel faint or dizzy.


York paused in his attack for a moment but never stopped moving, ducking under the blade of a giant who got too close and diving away. Figuring Blut had enough arrows sticking out of him- after all, he didn’t want to /kill/ this guy, really- he just watched in a bit of confusion, as his opponent seemed more than willing to get himself killed by flinging himself across the arena. And for a moment, he thought that would be the end of it, and was about to replace the bow on his shoulder and call for Blut to yield. But as his opponent was suddenly up again and charging, York fired one last arrow. The toxin, at this point, was definitely having its effect, and the shot inexplicably went wide. Though confused, York just tossed his bow aside, as it was faster, once again bringing his daggers up. His vision was starting to waver in front of him, and so, as a sort of last ditch effort, the ranger didn’t back up as Blut closed the gap between them. Instead, he flung himself at the other head-on, both in the hopes of off-balancing Blut, and of sinking the daggers in around the wounds already opened by his arrows. His strikes may be a bit weaker than they had previously been, but his determination to gain the upper hand had not diminished.


Blut smiled as he threw his holy dagger in the hopes to surprise and put the ranger off balance for even a moment. Due to the light flowing into the arena and the fact that it was the morning the blade was much more powerful then it would be otherwise capable of easily pierceing low quality chainmail at this point as well as high quality leather armour. As the holy dagger flew it would emitting a pure blue light whilst Bluts cursed dagger glowed a ominus black and red ready to tear into flesh as he ran forward drawing his chaos crossbow crackling with its chaotic energy as he let loose the bolt as it surged forward as dark red bolt of chaos magic. Blut was willing to take the daggers fully confident that the man did not have it in him to kill him. Blut could read people very well and even if it cost him sometimes in the past he was still willing to put his life on these reads. He was also confident that his dragon blood would be able to heal him. Blut therefore continued his charge ready to slice the man acrose the stomach and possiblely even take it out.


Winner: York


York staggered as Blut’s blade struck him. The studded leather he wore was certainly not of a great quality, so the knife easily pierced through and held. As he stumbled forward and knelt on the ground a moment, the crossbow bolt flying over his head, it finally occurred to him that his opponent /probably/ poisoned him somehow, or did something duplicitous like that. Armed with this assumption, York followed through with his strikes, but didn’t stop there, digging the blades in, turning with Blut’s momentum, and flinging him to the ground. No, York didn’t have it in him to kill the other man, but had no problem hauling off and beating on him until he stopped this attacks. He had only contempt for someone who cheats. Then, York stood, stumbling away as best he could as the adrenaline wore off, pulling the knife from his side and tossing it away.