Duel:Rilla v Victor'

Judges: Kasyr, Ignatius, Firewing(just in case of split vote).

Fighters: Victor vs Rilla

Stakes: 1k gold

Date: 7-April-2012

Area Discription: Abandoned Wharf.

Or is it? Miscreant's Wharf is more apt a name for these old docks, now. Every creak for every step you take across those aged boards draws another pair of eyes suspiciously your way. It's fairly obvious that there are several shady dealings taking place by the way travelers huddle together, speaking in low tones. A battered and damaged pier does nothing to ward away the merchant ships that unload frequently at that dock, but the cargo is always quickly hustled out of sight. The grayest of mornings begin here, at the edge of town, where mischief and devilment never take a moment to rest.

The duel:

Victor walks onto the wharf letting his wooden-rune inscribed round shield slip from the strap on his back to his left arm while he looked round, Good as a place as any soon as the man started he let his cloak drop to the floor revealing his fur-inlined rusty plate armour that covered some of his body but leaving bits near his joints free so he could move more easy and that was shown when his gladius came out of its sheathe with ease and swirled about in his hand. The human with a smile now kept the blade steady in his none shield hand then began his charge straight towards the woman while being careful of any bit of the wharf he may fall through due to its age, his shield would be brought up to his defence in the charge so he could smash into her then push it towards her in hope that she wouldn't expect the blade that was being swung in with the right hand towards her left shoulder as a tester. If it would strike true however, it would at least damage or disable her left arm but the battle was young and both combatants was still at top form.

Rilla had decided upon this place because anything she destroyed wouldn't be missed. She drew her blade, the sound of metal on metal as it left the sheath permeating the near quiet. The broad sword was well used, but also well taken care of. One hand reached up for the necklace she always wore, popping out the ruby and placing it in an indent in her blade where it fit perfectly. As if they were made for each other. Immediately the sword came alive, softly humming with the energy she had managed to channel into it despite being mostly calm. Mahogany hair had been drawn back and away from her face, leather jacket closed to offer a little bit of protection from blades and the like. Just enough for someone who was fast. Rilla always expected a full on attack, and she knew her way around the wharf well enough that she wouldn't fall through, she was certain. That was why she managed to avoid the attack Victor gave. Rilla was light and fast, and she rather suddenly was away from where the man was striking, her footfalls light upon the ground. She gave her own blade a quick thrust towards his left side where he would be less protected by his sword, and where an attack would make it hard to move, maybe even breathe. Right at his ribs. She then fell into a pattern of circles around Victor, grinning wickedly. .

Victor wasn't to surprised at the easy dodge, after all the battle had just began. However what he didn't expect was her speed and he moved his shield as fast as he could to his side without the effect he wanted because the broadsword still managed to slice his side where no armour lay due to him building the armour for speed, if it wasn't for the shield it would of caused serious damage. To this he chuckled at his luck more than his skill as he then concentrated on his foe, he was use to people circling him and he thought quickly using the creeks of the aged floor to its full extent. He ignored his side for now as that wasn't gonna hinder him yet and charged yet again towards where Rilla would circle to as a distraction, he would swing his sword towards her top half while muttering words and channeling his mana into his shield allowing it to glow brightly by the runes upon the shield. That was his true goal, to try and blind her temporyly while changing his swords direction downwards in a attempt of a crippling blow against her knee's.

Rilla had a bad habit. While her movement would seem erratic at first, it would turn out to be a definite pattern of steps. In and out, rather than in and away. She never got any further away than she started. Kail had taught her better, but still she fell into it, leaving her open to attack. It was an almost sound defence. Rilla had to shield her eyes from the light, squinting through her lashes to see what her opponent was doing this time. When she realized that he was going after her knees, she was just too late, jumping away, the blade catching the front of her calves. Cutting through the leather and then her skin, the smell of blood permeating the air. Landing hard on the next section of the wharf, scaring away some men who had been standing around watching. She was okay, but gods did it hurt. She danced between legs for a moment, bouncing away, gritting her teeth before she continued less quickly. He'd managed to slow her down, at least. One hand drew a slender throwing knife, tossing it directly at Victor's chest. More of a distraction than anything as she dodged behind him to strike, blade lifted, glowing hotter as she got frustrated with her own pain. She didn't like being hurt, and she certainly didn't like blood. Touching the blade would be like touching a fire. Mostly because it was nearly the same. It was drawn downwards, attacking his back with the glowing, hot blade.

Victor smiles as his blade did good but it wasn't over yet as he had learnt from his training and battle in Frostmaw, so with that he readied himself in time to raise his shield to knock away the thrown knife but thats when his confidence got the better of him and not noticing her come in from behind before it was to late. He tried spinning around to meet her blow with his shield but his left side stung from the wound as he did so and the broadsword struck his rusted back plate slicing straight through it into his skin, the hot blade did some damage before he jumped forwards with a roll to get out of its way and because of the burning sensation. One thing he was grateful of is he could smell his flesh burn and that meant his wound wouldn't bleed, so he got to his feet while turning around with his feet not his side and readied his shield again. This time however he would throw the glowing shield straight at Rilla while he ran fowards back to her with his gladius aiming to distract her blade by going for her stomache to hopefully clash with hers, his left hand he clenched and swung towards rilla's face with his waight behind the blow but he wasn't the biggest or the strongest of men.

Rilla knew how it was; people got distracted, they lost focus and they got hurt. Victor had done just the same thing. That was why she paid so much attention. She grinned as the blade sliced through his skin and armour. That was perfect; it gave her a weak point. Squinting at the shield she was ready to move again as soon as the brightness cleared. She shifted foot to foot, meeting his blade with hers rather suddenly. It burst into flames, throwing them towards Victor. They were hot and dangerous, meant to hurt him, to distract him from her. She took the hit against her face, stumbling and falling, one hand rising to her cheek where he'd made contact. She'd probably have a black eye tomorrow. Rilla was on her feet again in seconds, back into her pattern, in and out in her little circle. Another throwing dagger flew through the air towards the crack she'd made in his armour. Her aim was deadly, and rightfully so. Rilla was trained to kill. She threw herself at Victor, her blade held in one hand, straight at him, hoping to keep him distracted so she could stab him in the side with the dagger she pulled from it's sheath on her thigh. With what was almost a punch she thrust the dagger at a point between two lower ribs, hoping to make it harder still for him to move.

Victor didn't smile when the blades clashed and the flames came at him, burning some of his face and in a scream he span round pushing his side to move with him with a series of pain in his side and back. This just anger him as her throwing dagger came towards him he let out a grunt as he channelled mana into his left arm forming a ball of wind that he would launch foward to knock the dagger out of the air, her sword though managed to strike his front plate and cut into a bit of the rusted poor excuse for armour making him force himself to fall backwards luckily moving him out the way of the hidden dagger. His back still ached as he made his body stand up to meet any other attack by blade and his newly channelled mana in his left hand, this was just for defence as he would let out another ball of wind towards her if she carried on. His sword still hungered for blood but the injury to the back, side and the blood seeping from his front plate told him different.

-Winner: Victor

Victor not actaully caring if she was gonna make a move or not launches the ball of wind forward at rilla, hitting her and knocking her back slightly he now rushes foward with the pain of his wounds being channelled by his magic to push him further he brings his blade up and straight down to act like he was gonna strike her down but softly bringing it to her throat. His magic wearing off and him begining to feel the pain again for what it was grunted a little bit because of it, even though his boyish features was wrecked by the burns he still holded no grudge and with a gentle smile he says, My gold or do you think you can carry on, i don't wanna harm you to much. It'll ruin your beauty the man even with the pain he was feeling was still happy to of been in the battle, it was another lesson in his study into battle.