Duel:Colin v Demont
Colin vs. Demont
Demont's transparent body takes on physical attributes as he walks around the sandy pit of the Arena, cold eyes glancing up at the spectators as they throw various objects into the center where the prior match took place, resulting in a rather grotesque decapitation. Smiling, the Avian lets his wings flex and flutter slightly as the muscled creature bends to pick a beautiful flower thrown towards him by one of the onlookers from the coppery sands of the place. Eyes closed, Demont takes in the scent of the thing before crushing it in a fist, the smell filling his nose and setting a calm over him, relaxing his every muscle for fluid motions in the oncoming battle. With a look to Colin, then to the other pair of combatants behind him, no time is wasted and from the hip Roussai draws that famed blade 'Burning Dawn' in a quick motion while proceeding into a full on sprint towards Colin. Adrenaline pumping and fueling his speed to greater limits, a place is marked upon Colin's body by Demont's eyes, soon to be revealed as the distance between the two shrinks. Seconds pass, the feathered man reaches the limit where a sword strike would hit flesh and swings, a quick inward slice sailing through the air. The left ribcage of Colin was his mark, a fine place to land a blow and slow his enemy down substantially, a place where should the weapon make its way between two ribs perhaps damage the foe's lung.
Colin watched onward as his opponent seemingly relaxed his form with the scent of the arena. Feet pushing back into the bloodstained grains of sand, Colin began to grin, the ambiance of the arena filling him with a sense he hasn’t felt in a long time, the urge to kill. Raising his halberd as his opponent approached, Colin drew back the long weapon with his right arm, preparing to swing with full-force at Demont’s neck as he made his approach, but it was too late, his opponents blade had already tasted Colin’s flesh. Stepping back in pain, Colin had dropped his Halberd in the sands, both hands grasping the newly made wound caused by Demont. Drawing his hands back, Colin glanced at them, spotting the blood, his teeth gritting in anger. Shifting his head to spot the wound, he notes that his breastplate saved him somewhat, as the sword of Demont’s hadn’t cut far enough into Colin’s flesh to disrupt an organ. The human warrior backing once more in his stance, he begins to snicker towards Demont, a twisted grin appearing across the males visage as he lowers his hand towards his belt, the snicker growing to a chuckle. Hand searching through a pocket attached to the belt, Colin withdrew a vial, a clear liquid inside of it, the grin still struck across the mans face. Removing the cork from the vial, Colin downed the solution in an instant, his cobalt-green eyes locking on the Avian’s form once more. Body relaxing and muscles un-tensing, Colin sneered towards his opponent, the odor of alcohol now creeping throughout the arena as Colin seemingly became drunk. Reaching towards the ground for his halberd, Colin retrieved the weapon and slung it behind his neck. Standing up now, Colin lowered his body to a running position with the halberd still leaning against his neck. Legs soon pounding the unforgiving sands of the arena, Colin moved towards Demont’s form with haste not previously shown by the human in his sober state. Though Colin moved swiftly towards Demont, it was not without his stumbles and even tripping once from his drunken state. Landing in the sand once more, Colin only brought himself up to approach Demont again, this time the human throwing the Halberd behind him into the ground. Close enough for fist to fist combat, Colin swung his right arm towards Demont, the target being the mans abdomen. Brass gleaming off of his hands Colin snickered as his gauntlets began to work their magic, the enchanted armor allowing Colin a boost in strength, to where, if the blow struck, it should knock the air out of Demont or perhaps double him over.
Demont retracted the blade slowly as the strike found true, caution being taken as the man devoured a rancid smelling liquid. Back peddling several passes the black blade of his was held defensivly, a slight twitch offered here and there at the stumbling of Colin, suspecting an attack. As Colin comes closer, Demont raised his weapon over head to strike, that is until the man once more fell, abandoning his weapon. Taking this as an opportunity, the veteran of several wars steps swiftly to the left as the unarmed strike of his opponents fist flashes by only catching him in the hip and leaving only a bruise upon the bone, and perhaps a slight crack to it, yet the pain ignored for now. Near the downed weapon a foot was placed quickly beneath the thing, sand slightly dug aside and a quick flick sent the halberd into Demont's left hand. Now with two weapons, the winged creature dealt out his advantage, flight and soars once, low around the arena, above the other pair of battling foes. Coming about, Colin once more came into his sights and Demont couldn't help but laugh as Colin's own weapon was now sent like a javelin towards his chest, the speed from flight adding greater velocity to the thrown spear like brand. Flying just over Colin, the wraith dropped suddenly behind his enemy and dropped to a knee just behind him, 'Burning Dawn' thrust upwards towards the spine of the man now caught in a vice of sorts.
Colin snickered at his opponent who was struck by his fist, a grin appearing across Colin’s face as he spoke a soft ,” Fool.” to himself and watched onward. Eyes attempting to lock on Demont, but often enough, drawn away towards the other duel going on, a cheer was issued out to the female duelist and a wistle issued following the words,” Get’em Cae, show him one,two! Yar..” Colin slurred the last of his words as he stumbled in his standing, causing him to step to the right as the Halberd approached him and Demont swung from behind. Colin having dodged the blow from the Halberd, which now assailed towards Demon’ts form. Colin however had not been so lucky as Burning Dawn cut the man’s flesh along his back arm, spilling sanguine vitae into the sands, adding into their stories of violence. Colin grasping the wound, muttered and ouch before drawing his own blade. The Falchion drawn from its sheath in a sloppy movement, Colin swung towards Demont’s back, his whole body turning with the swing. The target of the curved blade being Demont’s neck, as if Colin attempted to sever it from the mans shoulders as he stood.
Demont issued a fierce curse as the halberd ripped flesh along his forearm as it missed Colin and struck him, yet satisfied none the less as his own blade bathes in the opposing warrior's blood once more. Painfully grabbing the seemingly forgotten polearm of Colin's a quick tuck and roll followed, the strike issued by the human missing, but just barely. With such a close proximity now, the halberd and Burning Dawn are sent upward swiftly at the torso of the avian's enemy, blade seeking the shoulder, the halberd, a lung. A smile creeps onto Demont's face, knowing escape would be hardly in reach.
Colin damns to himself as he missed with his blades steel missed its mark on Demont’s flesh, but at least the halberd had made its mark. It seemed though even the weapon wasn’t in Colin’s hands, it still attacked his opponent and drew their flesh. Colin still somewhat in pain from the slash in his abdomen that was made earlier and the gash along the backside of his arm, he gritted his teeth and stumbled forward a bit. Colin having missed Burning Dawn’s vicious kiss of steel, had turned to face his Halberd. His own brand piercing the enchanted breastplate he adorned and tearing the skin on his abdomen open, Colin dropped to his knees in pain, the effects of the alcohol wearing off as the battle began to close its curtains. Doubling over in pain, Colin had coughed up a small amount of blood, his Halberd having snapped in two when he fell, now laid on the ground in peace. Snarling slightly to himself, Colin grabbed a handful of sand in his left hand and tightened the grip on his Falchion in his right. Turning his form around to face Demont, the human had slung the sand with his left arm, only to draw it back in pain as it caused the wound on his arm to widen and spill more blood. However, his right arm unharmed had swung upward at Demont, its steel aiming to pierce the Avian’s flesh in-turn for opening Colins.
Demont feels the grains of sand digging into his eyes, each blink to rid them from himself creating more pain and subsiquently blinding him, rendering him unawares of the oncoming strike that digs just below the skin of his muscled stomach and up, scratching at his left arm that was held as a delayed attempt to block the sands from entering his eyes. The ache in his hip now sends him down to a knee, his arm bleeding profusely, and eyes stinging. As a cane, Burning Dawn is dug into the ground and a mass amount of more blinking serves to allow the relatively unharmed combatant to see the blurry form of Colin just before him on the ground.