Fight:Lionel vs Ameno
This is a Warrior's Guild RP.
Summary: Ameno, a draconian with honorable ambitions, completes the final step toward official Warrior's Guild membership.
Frostmaw: Snowless Training Yard
Lionel tilts his left leg at the knee, twisting his upper body slightly sideways as he withdraws a single sharp one-handed sword… which he chooses to wield in both grips. He swerves it around to whip up a zip of air, then charges toward Ameno at a forward arc. Midway, however, he swerves to the east and then forward again in a thinly-veiled attempt to catch his fellow warrior in a strike from behind. In a sudden leap from Ameno’s left side, Lionel lifts his sword above his head with apparent impulse to slice downward and hit the draconian on the skull. Yet as Lionel descends, he reveals this was but a feint; he’ll abruptly swirl the blade horizontally and toward Ameno’s hip, hoping to have confused him into improper defense.
Ameno stood one foot in front of the other in a stance best suit for recieving heavy blows. In his hand he held his two handed hiltless sword, gripping it by the bottom the blade where he had intentionally dulled it for grip, as Lionel charged Ameno saw his blade slash the air once and then raises his sword to block the blow only to miss and which in turned put him off balance causing him to tumble when lionel was behind him, and his blade when out of his hands as he soon felt a blade slash across his left hip.
Lionel hops gracefully to Ameno’s side, temporarily holding his sword into upright in one hand as he fetches his opponent’s weapon and holds it forward. “I’d offer a hand, but we’re not quite finished yet,” he smirks. “Take it, stand, and we’ll go one more round for today.” Once Ameno presumably accepts his sword, Lionel will dart thirty-odd paces toward a nearby statue to give the man some breathing room. Now, the Knight-Commander will pivot his knee for the second time, zipping and strafing toward Ameno at odd and unpredictable angles. He zigzags, more like a performer than a proper soldier, and once he’s crossed a decent distance, he jumps, twirls his lithe frame -- briefly exposing his backside! -- and whips the sword at an angle to seek Ameno’s legs.
Ameno took the sword as he lifted himself up the wound to his hip freezing over even in the cold air, sheathing the sword and placing it quickly on the rock he retrieves his long quarterstaff. and returns quickly as Lionel is already on the charge. Without blinking he leaps having seen the tauntness of Lionels legs as he leapt. Ameno sharing his dragon traits along with his preklek hertiage was able to leap higher and in a flipping motion while whirlling his quaterstaff thrusts on to lionel exposed back while in midair.
Lionel takes the blow, the impact knocking him multiple meters off-kilter. The blunt force sends him groaning, but the acrobatic antics of the man allow him to land on his feet not unlike a feline. He slides, half-tumbling, across the dirt until he catches his footing and salutes. With a smirk and a sheathed sword, he calls out. “Very good. The object of these initial spars is, on a surface level, to determine new members’ fighting styles. Secretly, however, I want to see how long it takes ‘til you recruits see an opening and go for it. You were quick, Ameno.” Lionel reaches into his pocket, all rather casually, fetching a certain metallic object and tossing it to the draconian. “Oh, right. And welcome to the Warrior’s Guild.”
Ameno takes the metalic object while leaning on his quarterstaff. He smiled. "Thank you."