Duel:Eboric v Kasyr, Championship Match of the Frostmaw Tournament

Duelists: Eboric vs. Kasyr.
Duel: Traditional 3 posts each, with final defense. 12 minute posting limit.
Stakes: Autohit post. Winner of Titans of Winter Tournament 2012.
Judges: Jerralith, Tiphareth
Winner: Eboric

Frostmaw Colosseum

Kasyr s' entrance to the arena is simple enough- the Kensai purposefully striding into the midst of the field. Clutched firmly in his right hand rests a simple steel katana, with his left having been delegated to keeping the trenchcoat that's slung over his shoulder from falling off. A necessity, in truth, given that the vampiric Revenants wings are fully manifested, and make such finery all but impossible to wear. Kasyr is near enough to the center of the field when the proverbial call to arms rings through the air- something which serves as a cue for him to abruptly flap those wings which have been idle until this point, so as to abruptly send him surging towards Eborics position. It's only during this motion that the Kensai abruptly draws his left arm outwards in a sweeping motion, effectively dragging his coat out in an effort to at once interfere with the barbarians field of vision, as well as entangle him and any weapon bearing limbs that might have already been extended. Insult to injury simply comes with the fact that the mithril mesh and plates of preklek armour that rest within the coats leathery shell make the total weight of the garment close to that of a man grown- and thus, an inordinate amount of weight is being sent hurtling towards Eborics person. What's -worse- however, is the fact that immediately after this motion, the Kensai simply draws his left wing in front of himself, whilst his right flaps one last time- sending him barreling towards the barbarians rightward flank, so that Kasyr can send his Katana arcing towards Eborics throat with enough force to rend through steel (more than likely ruining his weapon should contact be made) and flesh alike. Obviously, whatever momentum remains to him is simply followed through with in an effort to to drag the weapon into a vicious half-moon arc meant to try and bite into the barbarians back, whether it's a full blade, or the mangled remains.

Eboric steps once more into the colloseum. The barbarian is dressed for war, with his bearskin cloak, mithril hauberk, ornately masked helmet, and shining everfrost armor. He carries his heavy seaxe in his right hand, while his left is clenched in a tight fist. As the big man stalks out onto the arena floor, he surveys the crowd, his face hidden behind the brightly-polished mask. He turns back to the battleground, the hate-filled blue eyes focusing now on Kasyr, who seems to be charging. As the coat flies, Eboric merely ducks and crouches, allowing the heavy garment to bounce off of his solid shoulder. It weighs more than he had expected, however, and because of this he tips backward, only just turning the fall into a roll at the last moment. The katana's first strike wiffs through the air above him, and he leaps forward, only to meet the katana, as it thumps into the back of his shoulder, opening up a rent in the skin of his cloak and clashing against the mithril beneath. Shaking off the almost numbing pain, the big man turns to meet his enemy, lashing out with a mighty swing of his seaxe, aimed to chop down from above the smaller man to bite into the neck where it joins the shoulder. Having seen this particular creature fight before, however, Eboric does not leave off there, but rather slices out with his clenched left fist, his elbow bent to drive the fist at an odd angle, apparently designed to glance the fist along Kasyr's chest. It is only at the last moment, however, that the warlord's purpose is made clear for, held tightly in his hand, is a small claw, unmistakably saurian in nature, its length coated with dark blood. The is held in such a way that, should his glancing blow land, the claw will rake along the vampire's torso, injecting the dragon's toxic blood into Kasyr's flesh and bloodstream. Regardless of the success of this, Eboric sidesteps, putting a small distance between himself and his foe while he readies himself for his next strike, rolling his injured shoulder in an attempt to coax the stiffness from it.

Kasyr s' reaction to the incoming axe is particularily aggressive, the Revenant flapping his wings once to send him hurtling directly into the weapons path, if only so he can slam his Katana into the haft of the axe with enough force that it obliterates the revenants blade beneath the sheer force of impact. An action which does, incidentally, serve well enough to redirect the weapon so that it doesn't manage to bury into the vampires flesh. The same can't be said for the first however, that glancing blow instead impacting soundly into the Kensais ribs. Between his forward momentum, and the unintended punch, Kasyr promptly finds himself staggering back for a moment- and in a fair bit more pain than he should be. Dragons blood is, after all, hardly a subtle weapon- and thegnawing pain as the substance literally dissolves flesh is more than familiar. Faced with the quandry the substance faces- the Kensais reaction is understandable- in a sense. Immediately upon regaining his wits, he simply relinquishes the broken remnants of his former sword, whilst right and left hand both slide back to take hold of a pair of sheathed katanas' that hang at the back of his belt. From there, Kasyr simply proceeds to invoke that particular abilty of his- using the peculiar manner in which he converts his own flesh into power, in order to -ionize- the dragons blood tainted portions of his flesh, effectively removing the Saurians taint, whilst simultaneously feeding back a rapidly increasing amount of electrical energy into his form. It's about that point that he promptly lurches forward, wrenching forth both katana's out from behind the natural veil his wings provide in a literally lightning quick swipe of swords meant to send each blade carving through Eborics belly. What's more, the ambient electrical energy that's building up within the blades is partially discharged during this motion- effectively sending out a wave of electrical energy so as to hopefully shock and immobilize the heavily armoured warrior. It's only following the culmination of that swipe that the Kensai promptly flaps his wings just enough to force himself into an awkward hop, the rapidly growing patch of ionized flesh along his side nearly coaxing him into tipping over, especially as other bits of his body begin to be consumed- fist sized holes suddenly manifesting within the midst of his wings, as the electrical energy about his body becomes increasingly intense.

Eboric only just manages to keep hold of his seaxe at the moment of that powerful impact, the unexpected force slinging him around almost three hundred sixty degrees, so that he meets Kasyr's blades side-on. One slices another rent along the side of the cloak, but the other punches through, breaking through the rings of mithril to score a deep gouge along the werebear's ribs. The elctricity which follows, despite being lessened, still knocks the big man back and down, his muscles spasming for a moment until he can regain his feet. With a growl of rage, he slings the dragon claw away toward the crowd, where adoring fans will doubtless come to blows over it. His now-free hand drops to his waist, where he seems to untie his belt. However, with a snap of his wrist, he shows that, tied around his midsection over his weapon belt is a whip, which uncoils to six feet of pale leather, glimmering with hoarfrost. Another swift snap, and the lash sears through the air, snapping with an echoing crack! The whip is meant to wrap itself around Kasyr, be it arm, neck, or leg, the frigid enchantment freezing the flesh even as the huge man heaves on the butt of the weapon, intending to pull his enemy forward and off-balance, hopefully leaving him wide open for the thrust of the seaxe, which comes in with as much strength and speed as the werebear can muster, directed straight for the vampire's throat. Eboric is aware, of course, of the electrical energy, but he trusts in the leather-wrapped hilt of his seaxe to keep the numbing shocks from reaching him.

Kasyr , given that he's allowing those peculiar abilities of his to run rampant and find as much fodder as they can, is -swiftly being reduced to a bloody mess. By this point, his wings have been reduced to gore stained tatters, to such an extent that any form of natural flight is effectively impossible. Worse still, the wound upon his side, though primarily afflicting his -skin-, has continued to spread at a ravenous pace, arcing over towards his back and tracing over towards his arms- a development that has made clutching onto his swords a continous struggle, as blood makes his grip slick, and pain that runs bone deep causes his grips to continously twitch. Still, as taxing as this state is- it provides the Kensai with unnatural reflexes that are likely unrivalled amidst his kind, enabling to redirect his left arm into the path of the whip when it comes. A bitter hiss erupts from his lips following the lashes kiss, his fingers spasming in such a manner as to release the sword clutched within that hand- and yet, when Eboric tugs upon the whip, the Kensai finds it within himself to wrench the whole of his body towards that side- effectively resting the entirety of his weight upon the whip itself. The effort rips apart the flesh upon the Kensais left arm- but it serves well enough to draw the whip taught- thereby allowing the Kensai to swing his right arm outwards and hew the whip in half- effectively liberating it from its clutches and allow him to fall backwards out of range of the seaxe. At that point, the only thing which halts the Kensai from collapsing backwards is the abrupt manner in which Kasyr thrusts the weapon into the ground, a slight discharge of electrical energy made kinetic used so as to promptly invert his moment and send him staggering back up to his feet, albeit in a stooped, crouch-like stance. From there, not another moment is wasted, as the revenant proceeds to tap into the electrical energy he'd generated to this point- effectively propelling the Kensai forward in a brilliant flaring of lightning meant to send him lunging beneath the Barbarians axe (given that he was likely still over-extended), and hopefully grant the opportunity to bury the blade into Eborics gut. Hit or miss, Kasyr hardly intends to allow him to recover- as immediately thereafter the revenant proceeds to discharge the entirety of what electrical energy still coursed through his body- that energy which had ravaged his body promptly expelled in a veritable lightning bolt intended to consume and engulf them both. Specifically, to send them both hurtling skyward in a blaze of electrical glory, Kasyr by virtue of 'riding' the momentum of this discharge, and eboric by virtue of all the metal upon his person. Whatever the case, the Revenant at the very least is heading skywards at an alarmingly rapid rate.

Eboric is far too clever in battle to be fooled a second time by the same trick. As soon as the whip snaps, the big man drops the handle, drawing back into a ready stance. As Kasyr moves forward, the warlord whips the bearskin cloak back away from his legs, slamming his seaxe down to deflect the katana in the same moment. Then, the split-second before the electricity discharges, he leaps, meaning to land on Kasyr's back as he passes by, pressing the metal of his hauberk against the vampire. Thus, when the shock sizzles the flesh of Eboric's torso, it will pass right on through to its origin, likely shocking him just as badly. In addition, as the two become airborne, the big man intends to latch on, so that, fighting through the pain and weariness of his horrendous injuries, he can strike out at his enemy, slamming his head down again and again in hopes of smashing his metal-clad forehead again the unprotected back of Kasyr's skull, each blow capable of driving a man into unconsciousness. Nor does Eboric let this go on for too long; before the two can travel too far, he lets go, collapsing to the ground in a failed attempt at a roll, staggering to his feet with considerable effort to try and locate his airborne foe.

Kasyr given that he's effectively acting as a -generator- of electrical energy and an output source, is effectively being -fueled- by more electrical energy being pushed into this channel. It should be noted, after all, that the damage that's been done to the Kensai to this point was not burn marks, as might be traditionally associated with wounds caused by electricity- but rather by ionization, as a consequence of tapping into the full extent of Ekaitzs' abilities; electrokinetic abilities the Kensai had effectively 'consumed' so long ago. Thus, 'recharged' the voracious manner in which the Revenants flesh is being consumed is momentarily halted as the energies he discharged briefly return; though it has a grievous consequence. What was meant to be a momentary burst of forward momentum instead becomes focused; the Kensai unwittingly becoming an improvised ballistic missile hurtling towards the sky at an increasingly alarm rate. Thus, if only due to the effective speed the Kensai is now traveling at due to their literal 'lightning' riding, Eboric only really has the opportunity to slam his head into Kasyrs head once; earning whatever grim satisfaction that there is to be derived from digging the metal of his helm through the natural resistance generated by the electrical force that was effectively forced back into the Revenants body, and into the undead flesh. Inwardly, the Kensai is somewhat grateful for the fact that he's at least not wearing armour for when he hits the ground. An eventuality that is rapidly catching up to him as the energy that had been forced back into him begins to cut out, and gravity begins to draw the freshly spilled blood from the back of his head into his vision.

Kasyr twists slightly in the air, before he begins to spiral downwards. Which is really the problem- he's heading downward with both a lack of wings, a body that is still partially ionizing though at a much lessened rate, and a sword that's a ruin and won't even serve as a proper conduit. The final problem is that he's placed at an upwards distance relative to the amount of space that lightning can travel within the span of a few seconds. All of this cumulates into a particularily grave problem. Specifically, the revenants return flight to the earth. Whilst some part of his brain ticks off potential manners to resolve said issue, a singular ambivalance creeps foremost to the vampires mind- and he simply succumbs to gravitys pull, in an gyring spiral that swiftly hits terminal velocity- and than pushes past it due to a few final spasming discharges of electrical energy. It's those final outputs which, in tandem with the Revenats ambivalance (and skewed perceptions due to exsanguination), result in a particularily monumental impact into the earth, that results in a violent spray of bone, flesh and blood as the Kensai effectively atomizes on impact.

Eboric pulls himself over to the scattered remains of Kasyr, surveying the destruction with what seems like curiosity. Shrugging, he removes his helmet, each movement agony, and raises it up in a sign of victory. Then, as is his custom, he hoists up his hauberk and relieves himself, making sure to soak the ground all around where the remains are most thickly concentrated. Finished, he lets the hauberk drop once more, and turns to roar at the crowd. "I am Eboric, son of Penda, Warlord of the Aethlinga Gedriht! I am the slayer of beast and beast hunter, the toppler of wizards, the Titan of Winter! I am the greatest warrior in the land!" He jabs his seaxe back, toward the spattered remains. "This," he yells, "This is what becomes of my foes." With a gob of spittle sent back toward Kasyr's goop, the warrior staggers from the arena.