Duel:Kang v Lostariel
Location: Venturil Arena, Venturil
The iron gates open up into an immense, circular stadium, crafted from Venturil's white stone. Rows of benches rise in waves from the edge of the arena floor, studded at regular intervals with more ornate seating areas, for noble or wealthy visitors. Directly across the floor from the gate is a raised dais, dominated by a massive throne, reserved for Venturil's king. Smaller seats for his most honored guests sit to either side, offering the best view of the pit. The floor there consists of sand and gravel, and a wall twice the height of a man separates the floor from the lowest seats. The wall is set with small gates, leading down below the arena, and from there the fighters emerge, ready to prove themselves in the pit of death.
Kang ::A loud roar explodes from the southernmost opening of the arena, followed immediately by a person-sized beast racing forward on all fours. Sand flies every which way, momentarily clouding the form of the angry creature that obviously needs an outlet for it's aggression. Finally, it pauses a few meters from the crowd to sniff the air, searching for something to rend and destroy. The beast is not what the crowd expected. Instead of a lycan gone berserk, the thing standing before them is an untamed androgynous elf with matted hair, roughly chopped just above the neck. Sapphire eyes scan the crowd, not seeing the one it was meant to fight. It returns to all fours and growls low in it's throat. The vibrations shake the large S-shaped tag hanging from a leather collar. A scarred right hand grasps the metal 'S' and detaches it from the collar. The beast is ready to fight.
Lostariel ::A slender female figure walks from her gate, the woman's black pixie cut hair looking as if it hadn't been washed recently but that doesn't stop a proud and haughty smile from playing about her lips. The half elf moves with a dancers step into the arena her swift emerald gaze sweeping over her oponent and the landscape. A bow is snapped to the elf, before she pivots on her heel to bow to the crowd, and again to offer a salute to the throne. Still smiling the cocky woman straightens her few pieces of leather armor and the breeches and shirt she wears under them. With a flourish she draws her sabre. Striking a ready pose she waits the call to begin.
Kang ::The elf, or beast as it thinks of itself, keeps a sharp eye on the woman with the sabre. Upon seeing her bow, a sure sign of submission, it sprints forward spittle flying from it's mouth. The sweat on the elf's arm from endless battles spatters across her chakram, still bearing the blood of her training. The few leather articles protecting the beast's modesty squeak in a steady rhythm as her pace increases. Twenty meters, eighteen. It tosses back it's head to release a guttural howl. Fifteen meters, ten. The wild elf leaps forward, raising the S-shaped chakram to strike. Suddenly, it kicks downward and releases its blade over the head of the swashbuckler. The impact of its feet sends a wave of sand at the prey. Meanwhile, her blade pings of the opposite wall and begins its speedy return to the hand that threw it, potentially through the back of the unsuspecting half-elf.
Lostariel ::The swashbuckler arches an eyebrow at the approaching beast. Focusing on her leg muscles she leaps ino the air in an attempt to sail over her attacker. As she twists through the air she feels a sharp pain in her hip, the chakram had grazed her as it flew past, slashing downwards as she soars over the elf, more in an act of distraction than an actual attack, the half elf lands lightly on her feet behind savage. Pivotting powerfully on her right heel she whips her blade around in in a horizontal slash, rocking back smoothly on her left foot she reverses the flow of momentum and comes forward with a swift and powerful thrust aimed right towards where the creaures heart should be.
Kang ::The savage realizes that her prey has outmaneuvered her temporarily and turns quickly. The sword thrust meant for her heart instead pierces her shoulder. She roars in pain, not having the words to express her rage. Flecks of red appear at the edges of her eyes. Revenge would be coming, and none too soon. The beast catches her spinning blade by the leather grip and hooks it over the blade of the sabre. She jerks the blade out of her using the chakram, no doubt causing more damage, but guaranteeing that the sword wouldn't be entering her again just yet. Still applying pressure to the interlocked blades, she rabbit-punches the half-elf across the ribs and face. Getting as many hits in as possible.
Lostariel ::The swashbuckler blinks slightly surprised by the savage's willingness to cause itself damage. That second of surprise is plenty of time for a couple of punches to slip in stealing the woman's breath an causing her nose to bleed. A growl escapes the half breed's lips as she explodes into action. Her right hand releasing her sabre the woman goes into another spin, this one to the left focusing her center of gravity on her left foot and bringing her right foor in at a kick to the beasts legs in a goal to sweep them out from under it. With unnerring hand eye coordination the woman whips her left hand around to grasp her hilt once more the, savages dodge, or trip, of her kick will have hopefully loosed her grip on the sword so that the swashbuckler could free it by reversing her flow once more and bring her sabre whipping around in a slash dropping to knee in order to get a better angle at the savage's belly.
Kang ::Upon hearing the growl from the swashbuckler, she growls back. . .louder. There can only be one alpha female. When the half-elf releases the hilt of her blade, the pressure exerted by beast flips it backward over the beast's shoulder, and disrupts its center of balance. Hence, she stumbles backward, tripped by her opponent. Her grunt upon impact with the sandy ground is less than impressive. Expecting a rapid attack, she kicks both her feet, launching herself back to a crouch. Her eyes widen at seeing the sabre back in the half-elf's hand. She spins her S-shaped blade, and cuts low across the woman's knees while deflecting the oncoming slash with opposite blade of her large S.
Lostariel ::The swashbubkler sighs, her left eye starting to swell from the punch she had recieved. Stepping forward the half-elf feels the gash in her leg but by allowing her blade to be parried again and adding a wuick fluid twist of her wrist she manages ties up the blades again halting both in their motions. A wink is thrown to the savage as the woman shoves her blade downwards, taking the chakram with it, and burying it in the sandy floor. Using her hilt for leverage the woman whips her injured leg around, a small scream of pain being wrenched from her lips, aimed for the beasts head, by using her good leg as her fulcrum the half breed is able to throw all her weight and strength into this kick, hoping it will be the one to decide the match. After the kick the woman withdraws her blade and raises it before her.
Kang ::The beast twists, holding tight to her sharp S-shaped friend. The elf roars loudly into the elf's face as the blades lock. Saliva spraying all over the half-elf when the chakram is buried still firmly held in her hand. With blood pouring down from her shredded shoulder, she grunts in effort, trying to free the weapon from the ground but unable to grasp the connection of the sabre holding it in place. The swashbucklers scream alerts her fast enough to lower a shoulder, unfortunately the injured one. With one last grunt she frees her blade and rolls to her feet, once again armed and more furious than ever.
Kang ::The enraged beast rushes forward, dodging various thrusts by the half-elf. Quickly losing patience, she holds the sabre at bay with her chakram for that vital moment needed to latch her jaws into the jugular of her swashbuckling opponent. Teeth sink in and tear away flesh and cartilage. It shoves the body away and howls it's victory to the world. The howl blends with the cheers and roars of the spectators. Two gladiators came to the arena, one for fame and glory, the other to maim. . .and gory.
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