Duel:Victor v Xzarren
Locale: Kelay Way Stakes:Frenzy round Judges: TBD. Victor: X-man.
Victor walks out of the tavern finally annoying someone enough to get a fight, the thrill of it kept a huge smile on his face as he unsheathed his gladius and unhooked his wooden round shield. He walked until he got to the middle of the street then laughed, About time i got a fight the human charged straight towards the Vampires bring his left arm and his shield up with it to smash into him. The human then would push it outwards to try to push him the bring his right arm and sword up to slash at him, he used the weight of his barbaric rusty plated armor that's only weakness shown in the armor was the sides which had no plate for better movement.
Xzarren follows Victor out of the tavern, the vampiric death knight rolling his eyes at the carefree display of the man. Covered head to toe in black platemail the male's movements are limited but he meets the warrior out in the street, his shadowy wings perched upon strong shoulder blades. Free of helmet his blue, withering gaze absorbs Victor and all relative details, lips pulling into a tight murderous grin at the imminence of battle. Seeing Victor take off for him the vampire raises both winter-enchanted sword and shield high unleashing a mighty, guttural battle cry fierce enough to shrink the resolve of the bravest fighters. He picks himself up into a smooth gait, lowering himself behind his own shield as he charges forward. The two forces collide, and Xzarren is jarred by the sudden blow, the shock recoiling through his bicep and shoulder. With a controlled motion Xzarren's sword-arm hangs back, swiping his shield downwards even as Victor's sword comes stabbing through his platemail, piercing his shoulder. It was a necessary sacrifice, even with the sanguine dripping down black metal plates, spikes decorated for once with the blood of himself and not some unlucky foe. He turns himself, focusing his momentum into a charged blow towards the Savant's hand, hoping to shatter fingers, knuckles, and even his wrist with the stout shield in his tow, rendering any sort of held weapon moot. Hoping that was enough to send sword flying out of his opponent's hand, he staggers to the side, returning his shield to the side in another smack to send Victor off balance. Only then does his armed hand strike forward, aiming to crush Victor's nose with the silver pommel and break it.
Victor shudders when the vampire lets out his cry but it did not break him yet as he had the war cries of exiled giants marching to battle, he knew what he had to do but the clash of the pair left him slightly shocked as no one had done that to him before and with nothing to work of he had to think quickly so with that he jumps back from the encounter dodging the shields first blow just to have it now come in at his side and strike him sending him off balance then his nose cracking as the pommel hit it. The human hit the ground then threw his shield at Xzarren in hope to keep him busy for long enough to get up and shake off the fact his head was spinning but he could still hardly see as it ached and the blood trickled down his face, the Savant however launched towards his foe again with a mutter of words and a release of mana his sword erupted in fire then was aimed for Vampire. One quick blow to the head with blade first it seemed but really he would be bringing his rusted plated boot of his right leg up to boot him in the chest then bring the small sword back own upon him with a flurry of three barbaric strikes, poorly aimed due to the break but with a lot of strength
Xzarren was advancing towards the downed foe, sword ready to engage a killing blow as he tosses his shield to the side, a move that he would regret later as a shield is thrown at him. It clips his shin, almost bringing the vampire to a knee as he cringes, trading his sword into two-hands to prepare for Victor's onslaught. The wintery bastard sword shivered frost, the exact opposite of the heated brand of his opponent. He is quick to skirt to the side, cloak billowing in the motion, wrapped around the death knight's body. He flicks his blade out to meet with Victor's and the metal upon metal impact sends a shower of sparks into the dirt-trodded ground. Yet, he is quicker with his next move and his boot strikes true into Xzarren's abdomen, pushing him back and thankfully putting him out of range as the blazing sword cuts three vicious arcs of steel at him. He coughs, the air having been knocked out of his lungs as he tries to right himself, charging forward and aiming the spiked-lines of his pauldron at Victor's gut in a vicious gore. . His wings sweep backward thrusting him forward at a greater speed. His sword, upon having his shoulder meet with Victor or not, stabs forward, hoping to pierce Victor to the side of Kelay tavern and leave him there to rot, only carrion crows paying attention to the braggart.
Victor now in the heat of battle could not think normally and his nose still bothered his eyesight so he shut them in hope to hear his opponent coming, a bad move on the young fighters behalf but he did open them just in time out of panic to see barely through his blurry vision that Xzarren was almost upon him. The human try moving to the side but got one of the spikes slashing through the rusted armor and sliced some of his chest, in pain the human let out a grunt then he saw the sword coming at him so he used the weight of his armor to advantage and threw himself to his right side out the way of the winterly sword but while he fell he would shoot a fireball out of his left hand for the Vampires face while his sword would try to strike anything it could on his decent to the floor, once Victor hit the floor he would start muttering words then throws his sword at the vampire blade first while with his left arm he would let forth a jet of fire for a few seconds. He went for it with this one, one thought went around his mind and that was he got more out of this fight than he thought he would originally.
Xzarren's sword lodges into the planks of the side of building before being wrenched free, disrupting the beauty of the quaint little tavern. Sneering, ready to end this little fight, the vampire turns, raising his sword as the molten core of fire slides off the blade, an attempt to block it failed. Only the ice of his sword cools down it's super-heated destruction as it smacks into the side of his face, burning away skin until all that is left is a harsh monstrosity. As if acid hit his face, the vampire's face dissolves away, teeth being seen along with stringy bits of flesh. In a panic the vampire drops his sword and staggers back in the other direction before his wings raise into the sky as the cry the death knight hits all ears present. The shadows coalesce around his form, building up as he falls to his knees, at least turning back to look at Victor. Even despite the pain of having half his face blown off Xzarren's dangerous glower persists, the fiendish look of the Death Knight a thing truly earned of his villainous fame. The sky above the two darken as the vampire summons the deadest of night, raising up despite his wounds, citing but one thing. "Abandon hope." His claws open wildly as the beast of a vampire hurls himself upon Victor, slashing with all might and weight behind his blows. This fury is only surmounted by the vampire as he unhinges his jaw, seeking to unleash a hellish plague, darkness essence, into the man's face. Such power would see Victor robbed of vitality and shriveled, useless husk fallen at the side of the road.
Victor stood back up and readied himself watching the deathknight in action, sure the human was scared, sure the human had never faced a vampire before but that did not matter as he gulped and remembered the battle of frostmaw, the dragon and his servants so he focused. His mana charging and flowing all around him as he muttered words that echoed in the darkness. This left him open but that was his plan as the Vampires slashing tore his chest plate off and again slashing his chest but this time deeper than it was before, this left the human a lot weaker and with all his other injuries his spell finally took affect and was released which would use the pain to empower himself. When the Xzarren went to finish him with his hellish plague he sprang away from the grab and from the Vampire with increased speed straight to his shield which he grabbed in a roll and back to his feet. He was wounded badly and the spell would not last long so he braced himself with his shield letting the runes on it glow and emblaze the it to look like a round fiery shield which covered around him then strengthened by his other spell to burn away any plague with sheer magical fire. He would then wait for his time to strike but heavily breathing, wounded badly he could not wait long and Victor for once felt fear more than he ever had.
Winner Round
Xzarren 's jaw reattaches itself, the fiendish vampire's well of poison ran dry. He sets upon Victor with abandon, knocking the emblazoned shield from his grasp. The man takes a stout boot to the chest, dropping him to the ground, allowing the heavy armored form to straddle the soon to be broken warrior. His heavy iron gauntlets ball into tight fists and soon a rain of punches descends on Victor. "I am the Knight of house Azakhaer, and house Trintus," Following his next blow, "I am a warrior, and I am a force to be reckoned with!" His punches snap down with brutal force, pummeling the man underneath him, cracking bone and producing the sound of beaten flesh. "I decide..." He says, queuing his last loathesome strikes, raining down with ire, "I decide, who will live and who will die! I decide who dies!" He yells. Throwing one last brutal punch at the downed warrior he knocks him out cold. Grabbing the man's collar the vampires shoves down the bested and stands off him. He spits in the general vicinity of Victor as he turns away into the night, victorious.