Duel:Feir v Sigvid
Sigvid vs. Feir
- Winner: Feir, unanimous.
- Judges: Cuki, Verse, and Jacklin.
Sigvid Looks at his foe and a small smirk comes across his face. "I haven't faced a lycan in many a moon, this should be fun". Sigvid detaches his stave from his back and points it towards Feir, feeling his anger rise he charges towards his enemy. He stops mere feet away and dives into the air unleashing a flurry of blows to Feirs head, hoping to stagger him.
Feir could anticipate such a mediocre act towards his being to coming to be making this first attack an easy one to evade. A devilish grin waould present itself upon the Lycan warrior as he slowly reached down to the earth. It's moist entity was warm and soaked fromt he crimson essence before the two men. He could hear the wind breaking above him and could even time when his adversary would make impact. Auburn hued eyes would peer theough piceous curls draping his skull as his glistening ivory and gold should plate reached down and then up in a swift and precise shot. His right black leather glove swung around kicking up dust and debris as dirt and pebble would harold up to the attacking warrior. After his strategic move, he would leap back into the air and pull out his mechanical bow from the darkest confines of his crimson colored cape and Alexandrian crafted armour to prepare arrows to be shot at his attack's way. A barrage of hot arrows would cut through him if indeed they did connect. Four arrows shot, as black as their intent. If they would connect, and pierce the skin, they would seep a highly explosive materila into his bloodstream being easily detonated with too much movement after they would complete their course his his bloodstream.
Sigvid action Seeing the imminent danger hurtling towards him he hit the floor hard to dodge the black arrows fired from the lycans bow. Not wanting to lose momentum sigvid hoists himself to his feet and dusts himself off but a quiet crunch makes him wince in pain, he factured his foot when he made the hasty decision to evade his foes attack."that ostentatious display will be the last you will have". Bearing the pain he searches the floor around his feet for a discarded weapon from a previous battle in the arena, seeing a dull glint in the mud, he picks up a halberd caked in dry blood and dirt. Gripping the the long thin spear-like blade he builds up a steady pace and starts to run towards Feir with the halberd in hand, launching it at him like a lawn dart. If his plan went accordingly the lycan would be left quite incapacitated from being struck in the thigh.
Feir Would ignore his last attack not caring to much about their destinies as each action had played a part in his plan. Examing his foe as his delicate ears pick up the crunch of his adversary's foot. The subtle pleasantry only pleased him as his eyes rolled back for a second. When he opened them, he only had a fraction to react. His own indulges had overcome his senses but they returned to him just in time for the deathly halberd to cut deep along his thigh armour. As quick and analytical as he had become, his warforged mind only used everything he could get his massive hands on. This also meant the halberd that quickly earth itself. If he hadn't dressed accordingly for this date, he would have surely fell in that dark moment. In reaction however, while the halberd pieced the earth, he swung around in a crouched stanced swinging his cape like some dark superhero cloaking their appearance. In one movement however, he continued his flowing retaliation as his lead foot would spin out finally catching grip on the lose ground. His rear pinion would push off and up as his powerfully built frame would spin and harold the halberd in a linear path towards the human warrior in aim for his diaphram that would prevent any breathing if in fact it did penetrate. Though he would not stop there, unchaining his massive sword, he would gimmly smile to the warrior as the silver glistening blade's hefty and stifling weight fell to the ground. His arm reached out in a mocking gesture. Unfortunately, through all the fighting, fatigue was finding it's way to him slowly but surely.
Sigvid Feeling the pain set in sigvid only had a few options in this situation and only a few seconds to decide which one would be a safe course of action. Realising that he was going to take more damage and how inevitable it was he swung his right arm towards the halberd and smashed it into the bleachers to his side, the dark polished oak splintered onto the arena floor and showered both combatants. Always being as resourceful as he can, sigvid grabs a large shard of wood pointed and sharp like a stake and approaches Feir.” The formalities of battle are usually my forte but I must press on straight to ending this charade”. A sudden cold chill gripped the warrior and he looked down at his wrist, the halberd had slightly dug into the flesh below his heavily armoured sleeve. The adrenaline pulsed around his veins and he emitted a god-like aura. Leaping forward off his good foot, he mounts the lycan and drives the shard of oak deep into the mantle of chaos atop his shoulders. Hoping to do serious damage to his foe he keeps a stern look on his face before dismounting onto a rock a few feet behind him.
Feir examines and notes every function of his enemy. How well he walks, how much he talks, and how well he performs. With a polite nod, and perhaps a burlesque one at that. He gestures for the advance. Feir had lived for close combat and called it home. There was a place for him there where he could find peace and focus. He could feel the small gusts of wind course from his hair and the nooks and crannies of his armour. As the human approached him, he felt a small shiver of excitment touch his spine. In the moment of a cascading wood shard upon his mantle made of steel and ore, he raised his lead forearm to catch the wrist of his staggering opponent. Stoping it in mid descent. His cold and blunt words whispered slowly to the warrior. " You are wounded and I am not. You have slowed as I have not." and with a quick foot, he would slam his armored foot into the fanctured part of his opponent's body, his foot. Of course, naturally, the pain would race up his body to every nerve in his skull allowing Feir time raise his sword with his free and grasping hand and gouge his attacker in the shoulder in aim to prevent any further issue. However, as fatigue would have it, his defending arm would lose focus and the wooden shard would come down and spliter about his neck from a splintering blast effect sending several small shards into his neck hurting him greatly. The pain would naturally make him fling him off his sword and into the distance if of course, this all wen to plan.
Sigvid Landed on the rock and doubled over in pain, a single thought went through the warriors head, I must keep on going. Reaching into his pack sigvid retrieves a small crossbow with intricate gold inlays cascading up and down the handle. Loading a single chaos shard in fashioned into the shape of a bolt into the prod. Raising his good arm up and aiming at Feir a final glance is given before pulling the trigger and sending the glowing bolt racing for the lycans chest and hopefully putting the filthy dog out of its misery.