Duel:Kasyr v Parsithius

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Parsithius vs. Kasyr

  • Judges: Rheven, Giacomo, and Jacklin
  • Winner: Kasyr, split vote.

Parsithius action : had frequented this particular arena plenty of times during his service under the Queen, long spent mornings and nights training his troops within the dust and sand pit their hand-to-hand combat. In fact, just the other day he roamed the bleachers, down and up stands with the fervor of a pacing philosopher, though in his case, all were tactics that are caused by the single determination of finding a particular lycan named Kenneth; yet, that isn't as relevant to the duel impending. The door on the northern end opens wide, revealing the silhouette of this armored knight, adorned in the mithril plated and stepping forth to a reception of a crowd's glorious, roaring cheers of Larket's shining son. But, despite the commoner's love for the male surnamed Mediccino, his purpose is an incorruptible one, neither distracted nor even taking heed of the adoration of the city, for his azure gaze is narrowed upon Kasyr with such a cold and calculating stare, between tresses of long, golden hair. Just as before the match, in some brief show of his skill, the knight twirls his halberd about his body, using the stave as leverage against the armored platemail that is adorned, as if it were the aura around his body -a deadly, steel aura that flashes from the exposed moon overhead. Then, to bring it to a metaphorical finale of his theatrics, he slams the buttspike into the dust and sand beneath his feet, "Come forth." The verbal cue is given; Parsithius bursts into action, made evident not only by a startlingly swift approach (or, at least comparative due to his armor), but also by the sharp crescendo of 'clicks' from greaves. With the space between human and tiefling swiftly vanishing, and finally within arm's reach of his opponent, the Knight opts to employ a change in his usual attack; instead of immediately attempting to sever head from torso, the man slides on his knees along the sand in an uproar of fine particles, using both gauntlets on the stave of his mighty halberd and wrenching them from left to right, the axehead following, respectively, horizontally slicing toward the knees of the imp-hybrid. The man doesn't even smile as he attempts this, cold, ruthless determination his mask of battle.


Kasyr action : makes for a fairly boring duelist, at least when it comes to opening theatrics. Having already found his way to the arena, the tiefling has simply adopted a comfortable sitting position, resting with his knees pointing towards the challengers side. The hybrid also lacks the veritable arsenal at the knights disposal, both armoured trenchcoat and vest resting alongside him in a neatly folded pile- the guardians empty hands resting lightly upon his lap. It's only when Parsithius begins his charge that Kasyr somewhat readies himself, rising up so that he just barely enters a stooped standing position, one hand resting neatly atop his clothes. Prepared as such, the hybrid watchs and waits, until his momentary rival hits the ground in a slide- and his weapon is swung towards the tiefling. On cue, the hybrids fingers tighten their hold upon the coat, his arm promptly drawing the coat out in front of himself, whilst his other hand catchs hold of the rapidly unfolding material. Simultaneously, the axe head clashes with the leather trenchcoat, cutting through the material- at least until it hits the mithril mesh and preklek plate that served as the core of the hybrids clothing. Only then does Kasyr finish his motions, both hands curling inwards to entangle Parsithius' weapon within the coat, before the tiefling abruptly twists his body to the right and works to jerk it outside of the knights hands. Whether or not Kasyr manages to disarm the knight, the motions are still executed as clockwork, both hands relinquishing that which they had held onto so fastidiously, as the tiefling continues to pivot on the spot, one leg lashing out to catch the hopefully disorinted knight in the temple. And all that's needed after that, is to simply finish the spin and charge straight into Larkets champion, in an attempt to take advantage of his kneeling position, and pin him to the ground.


Parsithius action : has not had the luxury of being able to scrutinize Kasyr's nature, antics, poise, speech, or quirks beforehand, like he has had with others, so this deft movement of it's own theatrics, in a way, takes the knight by surprise. Even further, it actually causes the contortion of his facial features, which is the slight rise of eyebrows in a brief betrayal of his thoughts before his face becomes stony once more. It is in this manner of cold, grim determination that the man allows the hybrid to wrench that famed, mammoth weapon free from his grip, easily and unrestrained is its plummet toward the sand beneathh, and likely taking that coat with it. Clockwork moves of the tiefling are met with the same meticulousness and preparation from the Knight, ascending to a single foot and bringing about the forearm of the closest limb toward the assailant leg to block it; shin striking mithril gauntlet-guard in resonating impact. From there, he lurches upward, rising to his other foot, simultaneous to the sudden charge of Kasyr. Instead of meeting fist with fist, or grapping his opponent, the since-idle hand of the knight is brought swiftly to the belt around his armor, unsheathing a dagger from its nook and whipping it forward to position it in perfect alignment. Should the tiefling not move swift enough, he'd impale his own juggular on hooked steel.


Kasyr action : 's course changes, but only minutely. Whilst before, his charge originated from the somewhat bent posture- with the appearance of the knife, the hybrids stance undergoes a simple enough change. Right before the tiefling would skewer himself upon Parsithius' knife, the hybrid would straighten up into a more rigid posture,effectively ensuring that the knights weapon is buried in his now unarmoured flesh, the upper torso favoured over his more vulnerable neck. And it's thus with a snarl, that the hybrids' forward motion continues, with one arm that had been stretched back due to that dash now hurtling itself forward towards the 'gut' region of the knights armoured carapace- the hybrid using every bit of unnatural strength he has at his disposal- ...without the aid of his meals. It doesn't help that within a moment, one of the tieflings feet would be slamming atop Parsithius' foot before the tiefling aimed to collide with his armoured foe- right as the hybrids other arm moves to curl about the knights waist and finish the intended motion. If everything goes well, the hybrid will simply have the man upon his back, by which point Kasyr moves to bludgeon the mans armour until it is dented -into- it's owner.


Parsithius action : 's gauntlet continues to clench onto the hilt of his dagger, which is sheathed into one of Kasyr's unarmored pectorals rather than the intended neck; it is of no matter, however, in terms of exactly where the weapon struck, for the knight keeps his grip upon it in a deathlike vice. 'Bam!' 'Bam!' 'Bam!' are the resonating sounds of his armored carapace being struck with bare fists, the tiefling audibly striking knuckles against the chiseled cuirass of the man's torso, at the gut and above. The golden-haired youth recognizes the coming movements however, and not out of some ungodly premonition or prophecy, but rather because he has taught the very soldiers under his rank some of these same antics to subdue their opponents -he has also taught them how to counter them. Mediccino, while keeping his grip upon the hilt of his dagger like some sort of morbid handle, presses his forearm and armored elbow against the other's torso before sliding his foot backward along the sandy flooring of the arena to evade the attempted hook of the foot. Blood begins seeping from Parsithius' mouth from a dented cuirass and likely damaged innards, but he is determined; when Kasyr hooks his arm around the knight, he grips the shoulder of the tiefling, and attempts, as hard as he possibly can, to wrench the dagger across his opponent's chest and through any awaiting arteries beneath.


Kasyr action : lets out an altogether undignified, 'Hurk~!" sound as Parsithius' dagger begins to carve it's way through his flesh- Up until the point that, by all appearances, the tieflings footwork leads to a fall. A rather messy affair at that as the hybrid, slick with blood and sweat, slides face forward- at the same time as his feet have -somehow- managed to slide out from underneath him. Down the tiefling goes, with a spray of blood and a nasty trail of crimson leading straight up to his shoulder. The only saving grace for the hybrid appears to come from the hand he has been pounding against Parsithius with, it's duty having instead shifted to protecting his face from any incoming knees, and more prominently, to prevent him from colliding into the ground. As to the other arm, well, it simply slides down from a grip about the knights waist, to a vice like grip around Parsithius leg. "...Now~" Comes the sole warning from the tiefling, as a cumulation of energy both spiritual and electrical flows out from the hybrid monster. It's those simple words which herald the flood of pent-up energies within the tiefling, alongside a bending of a devoured electromancers will- his power, bolstered by the hybrids other victims, now flooding through the tieflings body- towards the arm about Parsithius' armoured leg. What's more, the hybrids other arm, formerly used to hold himself above the ground, promptly slides over to Parsithius foot and clenchs- so that if the man somehow managed to brace himself through the electrical assault- Kasyrs hand will be poised. Poised so that Gospel can be summoned in the form of a katana, the magically keen sword aimed to pierce through the knights foot- to both debilitate the tieflings foe...and give Kasyr something to push off of, just in case there's an imminent attempt at stepping on the the hybrid.


Parsithius action : is different; he has no other beside him, nobody else within him. He has no drawn upon power, but merely aching organs and the taste of blood flooding his mouth. He does not have the final surprise within his metaphorical sleeves, he only has the satisfied smile creeping across his face at the sudden spray of sanguine that courts both his aesthetics and his gaze. So, it's fairly needless to say the slight look of surprise that crosses the man's otherwise stalwart features; the subtle arching of brows and widening eyes. And yet, he is shocked! Literally, giving way to his mouth parting and releasing a tormented, undeterred cry of pain and battle from his gut, ringing into the air as flesh begins to char and burn -not to mention suffering innards beneath. Up until this point, he's taken very little damage altogether, scarcely, though silently, disbelieving at his luck -it shows why, now; for despite the man's resolve, despite the male pushing through the electrical assault, he still manages to find a sword spearing his foot. It takes him a moment to realize what happened, though compared to the shock that nearly fried him and cooked flesh to armor, it causes him to grit his teeth; gauntlet wraps around the hilt of the katana after Kasyr pushes off, ripping it free of its sheath with another, torturous roar of a yell.



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