Duel:Iverfin v Kasyr, Match 12 of the Frostmaw Tournament

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Duelists: Iverfin vs. Kasyr.
Duel: Traditional 3 posts each, with final defense. 10 minute posting limit.
Stakes: Autohit post. Advancement in the Titans of Winter Tournament 2012.
Judges: Eboric, Satoshi, Kuzial


Frostmaw Colosseum

Iverfin was already hanging about the Colosseum, stretching her limbs as she did in the fight with Ellamin. She stretched out carefully: each limb extending with grace and precision to bring relief and a sense of readiness. The elf patted herself down, checking she had all of her equipment ready for the fight.


Kasyr is looking a touch under-equipped as he strides into the arena, the Kensai both lacking his trenchcoat, and any sign of weaponry. Seemingly garbed in naught but some humble black leather boots, some ill-fitting pants and a short sleeve shirt, Kasyr appears altogether out of place. With a grimace, he stretches his arms out, before settling his arms behind his back.


Iverfin stepped into the Colosseum, feeling that rush reach her once again. The excitement and the nerves. She eyed her opponent and offered him a respectful nod. Obviously, the elf felt it was the honourable thing to do~! But the man looked so... under-equipped. As if he were here for a lively debate, not a duel. She narrowed her gaze, becoming a little wary about the man...


Kasyr shuffles his right foot backwards, and then slides it so that it's parralel to his left foot, effectively turning his body so his left side favours Iverfin. Hence situated, the Revenant simply offers the elf an offhanded salute, before pointing down at the ground near him. "You might want to get a bit closer before the fight begins."


Satoshi shouted, "The elf warrior Iverfin will face off against our own King-consort Kasyr to determine the winner of the Mixed Arts category, so that they may progress into Semi-finals. Begin~!"


The Match Begins...

Iverfin didn't listen to Kasyr, given that she didn't tend to enjoy talking to people she was about to fight~! As the announcement was given, Iverfin bolted in Kasyr's direction. Her feet near flew across the floor, rapidly closing the distance between herself and Kasyr~! Hand reached up for her fur covered shoulder, reaching to pull forth a small number of elementally charged throwing knives that had been concealed under the fur. With enough distance closed, her hand swung: releasing the throwing knives in his direction. Providing that she got close enough, she would eject her leg to kick him square in the knee. The elf was never a friendly one.


Kasyr isn't idle, despite the fact that he doesn't rush over to meet Iverfin. Though, the Kensai appears to be simply standing his ground, with the left side of his body facing the advancing elf- a faint glow of electrical energy begins to course along his right arm, called into existance by the kensais curious link to that element. With every footfall that draws Iverfin closer, that generated current grows more intense, up until the moment where she abruptly hurls those daggers. Without a second thought, the Revenants right arm slips out from the natural cover provided by his body and simply points towards the elf, a veritable deluge of lightning being unleashed in her direction. In the face of such monumental force, it's no surprise that the majority of Iverfins knives are promptly sent spiraling off in every direction- though one still manages to come back to the kensai, slamming into the forearm of his left arm. With a grimace, his right hand simply encloses around the item, before he wrenches it clear of his flesh with a grunt...which is promptly followed up by a second, as his left leg briefly buckles. Far be it from resisting the ensuing plunge, the Kensai simply collapses into an impromptu kneeling position, with his right hand slamming down towards iverfins foot- every intention of burying that knife of hers into her flesh, perhaps pinning her to the floor.


Iverfin never really expected anyone to actually send lightning in her direction unless they were an actual mage, but this man had not used any incantation; scroll or book of any kind~! But the Kensai couldn't have possibly have known that Iverfin was also quite the fan of electricity. Oh yes. That hum of energy was well recognised - but the power behind it misjudged - as she pulled forth Justicar, her bow, and pushed it straight into the stream of energy. The bow's intricate runes and tribal designs hummed and glowed brightly as they absorbed the energy. But the heat of it on her hand caused the elf to scream in silence - given that she didn't have the capacity to scream out loud - her own knife pressed into her foot. In that moment, the elf eyed the man with such intense rage, she simply pushed her bow full force against his face. And it wasn't just a wooden bow~! Reinforced with metal and now throbbing with the energy provided by the man, it would no doubt pack a punch~!


Dulcinea picks out a good spot close enough to the action that she may be ready in case needed.


Kasyr s' reaction could be considered absolutely insane. With nary a thought to the consequences, the Kensai simply tilts his head down, so as to protect his features- and promptly drives his skull straight into the bow when he perceives it swinging towards him. Overall, what passes for a 'plan' is simple enough- to rob Iverfins' attack of the momentum that would have been generated by a fullswing, whilst hopefully knocking her off-balance. What ensues is hardly 'according-to-plan' if the bloody gash and scent of cooked flesh that issues from his skull is any indication- as flesh is torn open and then immediately cauterised. Still, it isn't enough to halt the Revenants movements, as his right arm snaps up to catch Iverfins left wrist, with every bit of supernatural strength he can muster being exerted towards twisting her arm so that her elbow faces inwards. From there, his left fist promptly barrels inwards- poised to crash into her elbow with bone shattering force. Whether or not that strike hits or misses, the Kensais' positioning segues perfectly into enabling him to snap his left fist back into her face- something which he is all too quick to do. From there, the Kensai simply retracts his left arm to his person, before pivotting upon his left foot so as to defend that arm...and enable him to abruptly slam his right foot down into the ankle of her stabbed foot.


Iverfin was quick to retract her hand after making impact, essentially 'robbing' the Kensai of gripping onto her wrist. But that fist did connect to her elbow and the elf recoiled in her pain, causing that fist to just miss her face~! Hey, gotta protect the features, after all. But then foot was hitting into her ankle. This guy sure was tough~! But Iverfin was lucky enough to always pad her boots with some protective layer, as her feet and ankles were precious things to her and her art. That didn't mean it wasn't painful and wasn't going to reduce her to a limping idiot, she would certainly be limping~! The elf dropped her bow, and seemed to grunt. Body appearing to rapidly warp and change~! Jaw extending and changing into a vicious maw; teeth popping out one by one in rapid succession. Oh yes, the lycan had assumed some kind of hybrid form. Meaning: nasty claws; badass teeth and increased agility. The creature that was Iverfin drooled before simply launching itself at the Kensai, claws aiming to dig in hard at his sides while the maw snapped towards his neck. Looks like it's Revenant for dinner tonight~! The creature itself was vicious, and if successful in digging those claws into his sides, hind legs would batter viciously against him - as many animals did when attempting to 'gut' their food.


Kasyr can't help but loft an eyebrow as Iverfin proceeds to undergo her impressive little metamorphosis. Still, he doesn't particularily look fazed by the time she's finished. Her lunge is met with a peculiar 'retaliation' from the Kensais part, as a caliginous crack ruptures through the air between them- before abruptly solidifying into the guise of an obsidian broadsword. Bearing no edge, the weapons destructive qualities are derived from the unnatural weight it carries- a weight which the Revenant is seemingly spared given the ease in which he typically wields the weapon. As it currently stands, the weapons purpose is more or less to serve as an impromptu brick wall for Iverfins face- especially given the surreal manner in which it seems to float between lycan and Revenant. Unforunately, this doesn't particularily do much to halt those claws of hers- but given the Kensais already positioned himself sideways, he's still a somewhat smaller target than he normally would be- effectively allowing him to slide backwards and mitigate the wounds he would have taken to a pair of long scratches which run from one end of his stomach and back to the other. Still, effectively freed from the Lycans attempt at last ditch aggression, there's really nothing left to prevent the Kensai from promptly darting forward and slamming his hand into that floating sword of his, effectively imparting the full stone shattering force he's able to exert through a punch into the unnatural weapon- and thusly sending the unnaturally heft arnament crashing towards Iverfin. Insult to injury comes swiftly enough however, a simple snap of the Revenants fingers coaxing eleven more cracks into the air, a veritable flock of broadswords materializing within Iverfins vicinity, if only to promptly to lance inwards in an attempt to skewer the Lycan from all angles.


Iverfin did love the smell of blood in this form~! It somehow made her all the more excited and energetic. That dagger that was still in her foot looked tiny now... Head tilted at the sudden appearance of the blade, not entirely sure what to do. I mean, a sword just appeared out of nowhere and the guy could conjure lightning. She wasn't sure if she was fighting a man or some kind of immortal thing of grandiose power. Iverfin was knocked back by the sword: it impacted against her chest. Large and leathery hands gripped against the blade, holding it up off her chest from her position on the ground, hoping to be able to use it and her increased lycan speed to batter back the number of swords now flying in her direction. To say the least: the elf was going to lose some fur and a fair amount of blood~!


Winner: Kasyr


Kasyr can't help but grin a touch at Iverfins impressive improvisation- his body leaning heavily to one side so as to avoid a broadsword that is sent hurtling in his direction by the Lycan lashing out. Still, against the sheer number of projectiles sent against her, it's no wonder that Iverfin invariably falters- a number of those blackened blades snaking past her furious attempt at deflection, if only to rend through flesh, sinew and bone by sheer virtue of kinetic force. By this point, the difference between the pair was marked- the Kensai bearing but a pair of long but shallow cuts along his gut and back, a cauterized ruin of flesh that ran along his scalp and a stab wound along his forearm. Iverfins immediate appearance no date serves as an indicator to the grievous difference between the pair- but it's not that which serves as the largest threat to her health. Rather, it's that simple knife which remains lodged within her foot- seemingly innocuous compared to her size, despite its dangerous positioning. At least, until one were to remember that it's coated in the Revenants blood, from the brief time it had spent buried in Kasyrs flesh. As it stands, with Adrenaline having served to further propagate the spread of the blood, and Iverfins alteration to a bestial state that made her even more vulnerable to that vastly tainted blood- it's no wonder that she abruptly finds herself all but collapsing. It's in that instant that Iverfin finds herself facing the Revenant anew, the Swordsman having closed the distance between them with every bit of haste he can muster, if only so he can grab one of the myriad swords which are buried around the ground around her, and smash it into her ribs. With a crash that sounds more akin to thunder than anything else, the lycans sent hurtling clear of the arena battle grounds, and hurtling straight at (and through) the kensais seat, in the private box area.


Iverfin was already unconscious when the first blade got her. Lucky her.

Kasyr casually begins to meander out from the tourney, casting a blind eye towards both the palm sized mass of flesh that ionizes along the back of his neck, and the manner in which his swords abruptly disperse into myriad particles of ebon material. He had a dead city to return to, after all.

Satoshi curses, diving off her own seat in a hasty attempt to take cover as the lycan takes out one of the surrounding guards in her crash course into the box. The kit is forced to dig herself out of a mess of splintered seats, tangled limbs, and broken stone before she can stand again and glare down at her husband, who is promptly beckoned at in a silent, "Get over here."


Kuzial enters the arena bearing a weapon not seen before in his hands, ignoring any carnage left in the wake of the previous battle. It looks like it's carved from a single piece of ebony; a long shafted spear with a wickedly curved half-scimitar on the end. Both have been heavily blackened, something most drow do, and it rests in the hands of the former Weaponmaster as easily as his fine swords so often do. With a snarl the haft of the weapon is driven into the rocky ground, enough that the dark elf can release his grasp upon it and take from around his neck the piwifwi he wears. The cloaks of the drow help obscure view and also offer protection from some spells, but against a warrior like Eboric, it would be more hindrance than help. Discarding the expensive cloth without a second look, Kuzial once again takes the weapon in his arms, before twisting it in a tight circle, causing the blade on the end to hum as its razor edge cuts the air with vicious ease. The drow refrains from his usual pre-duel remarks, attempts usually to throw off his opponent, and instead stands with knees bent, waiting for the sound from Satoshi to signal this bout to begin... he didn't even bother with a mocking bow. It seems the time for games is over.


Kasyr gives Satoshi a sort of crook look, before he simply makes a roundabout return to the Arena- albeit to the stands, rather then the battlegrounds. Once situated near Satoshi, he'd neat splay out into the ruins of his seat.


Satoshi, after giving Kasyr a sidelong look, quickly dusts herself off and straightens up at the sight of Kuzial arriving, before clearing her throat and announcing to the cheering audience, "Who will reign supreme in the Weapons Master category? The warlord Eboric, or the patron of House Stavret? Let the combatants take their places so we can find out!" With that, the magus takes a seat beside the kensai and coughs.