Fight:Mercutious vs Thruen

Thruen drops his pack and bow to the sidewalk next to the building. He draws his sword and swings it around once or twice to limber up.

Mercutiouos stands at the western end of the street, his feet spread wide apart. With practiced ease his right arm propels slender leather glad digits to wrap themselves around the ivory hilt. It would be easy to tell with the dozen rose blossom that make the pommel of his katana. A marvel to wonder at the craft manship of such a fine handle. Even as he slowly begins to draw his blade out his body quickly adjusts to the others movements. The folded metals of platinum and mithril comprise the oval cross guard along with the blade, both gleam with a silvery blue accent. His left hand smoothly joins his right, yet halh a hand down so it rests closer to the bottom. Taking up his usual prefight stance, soft almond eyes watch the other man going through his limbering excercises. "Thats really good, I bet the bad guys like to give you notice in advance before they attack you." He makes perhaps a poor attempt at a joke.

Thruen cocks an eyebrow and moves into place opposite the other man. His broadsword is not nearly a match for the glitter and gaudiness of the katana. It's merely a common working man's blade, well used and well taken care of. He grins widely showing some fangs. "I wouldn't know much 'bout that. I'm just a normal hunter, not a bounty hunter or soldier." Since he had chosen not to use his shield for the spar, he adopts a similar stance, both hands on the hilt, blade angled up into a guard. He maneuvers a bit, watching Mercutious' reactions, before stepping forward and swiping his blade sideways at the katana, then forward into a thrust.

Mercutious steps forward as he matches footwork with the other man. Smoothly blocking the first slash and taking it as what it was, the beginning of the fight. His left foot smoothly stepping behind his right as the man starts his thrust , while his wrist smoothly turns the blade straight down. His second initial parry is soon followed by high slashes towards his chest and arms. His left arm trailing out behind him as he adopts a more fensive position. Even with the steady sound of metal on metal and the every so often bit of flash from sparks. Merc never takes his eyes off the other mans. With a quick change up he goes for a down low slash that should make the man jump over the his blade. Spinning around in one graceful fluid motion his left leg arcs out in a fast sabat kick as he guages roughly for his mid abdomen should his opponent have jumped over the razor sharp blade.

Thruen steps back from his opening thrust, then angles it upward to deflect the slashes. His blade is thicker than the katana, but has slightly shorter reach, so he doesn't try to try another thrust. As they spar he watches the other's movements carefully, trying to figure out his tells as they fence. He spots the beginning motions to the low slash and jumps up and over it, but also forward, attempting to get inside the other's guard and too close for him to use his katana effectively. As he leaps forward, he brings his blade around in a swing at his foe's shoulder. Too late he saw the kick and wasn't able to move out of the way while in mid-air, taking it in the gut as planned. Fortunately he was too close in for it to have been at full power, but it staggered him nonetheless.

Mercutious uses the kick to propel him away from his opponent in a sort of sideways roll. As Thruens blade passes along it's normal trajectory to whistle through the air. A few feet away the deputy finishes his roll to a guarded standing position. Finding a lull in their fight already Merc gives the man a warm friendly smile. "You fight quite well." Even as he gives the other man a compliment quick agile feet are already bringing him back into the fray, upon nearing the man he uses his vampiric speed to liven up the fight. In a flurry of fast slashes left, up, down, then right all down with fluid and grace trying to keep the man from getting past his guard. Not finished with his four moves he follows it up with a backflip as right leg first kicks out to the mans chest followed by his left foot towards the mans throat. With a single crunch of the terrain he smoothly lands on his feet with his sword angled downward just a bit readying himself for the finale.

Thruen is forced to step backwards as Mercutious speeds up the pace of his attacks. The sound of the blades clashing fills the air as they strike and rebound at lightning speed. Thruen's reflexes are faster than a human's but hardly supernatural, and he is hard-pressed to keep up. Merc's boot lashed up and caught him in the chest, knocking him backward several paces and nearly falling down. He pauses for a moment and shakes his head to clear it, a grimace on his lips and an unpleasant look briefly in his eyes. Then it clears away and is replaced by a feral grin. "Pretty neat trick that." His left hand reaches down and pulls a long curved single-edged skinning dagger from his belt. As his opponent rises back to his feet he posts himself into a new stance, sword pointed forward, dagger held point down along his forearm, edge facing outward. He moves forward quickly, slashing his blade quickly toward the edges of Mercutious' guard, keeping him on the defensive as much as possible, keeping the dagger in reserve to block another punch or kick, or to slash at an exposed limb if given the chance.

Mercutious eyes the skinning dagger now held in Thruens hands. In rapid succession he matches the other mans quick feints trying to get him to expose himself just enough to get a cut in with the other blade. Their combined feet work keep each other moving in circles as their spar takes up both sides of the street. Then Mercutious does the unthinkable he steps inside the other mans guard as he forces his broadsword up high to meet his own katana. As the metals meet sparks shower down upon their two bodies. While balancing on the ball of his right he drops down to one knee as if he had lost his balance. Blood Rose is spun and whirled down and up passing between his arm and his leather clad side only to be sent outward behind him. Should the man rush forward he would find her in his belly. In other quick action he pulls the blade out from it's position not waiting to find out by the others gasps if it found its mark. He quickly arcs the blade up and over his head to meet a powerful downward slash should it be present. With a roar he half jumps half leaps into the air with a pirrouete type of spin that arcs downward from right to left right at Thruens chest.

Thruen meets him blade to blade as they work their way around the street. As Mercutious forces his sword up and closes in on him he flashes the knife-blade forward, but it goes over his head as he dropped down to a knee. He gladly took the opportunity to throw a kick of his own while Merc was down, although he wasn't able to get a lot of force behind it. Then when Mercutious leaps spinning into the air, it is all he can do to get his blades up to keep the katana's edge from cutting deeply into his flesh, and is knocked tumbling across the street, losing both weapons along the way.

Mercutious stops suddenly as he sheathes Blood Rose back in her scabbard. Looking over at the fallen man he walks over and offers him a hand up. "I'd like to offer you a position as my Deputy of Larket. If you feel your up to the task you can usually find me at my office or in the tavern here." All of this is said with a smile on his pallid lips. "I don't think the broadsword suits you all that well. Talk with our Master smith Kain. Hard to miss the fellow. Tall in stature but short in size. One of the finest Dwarven smiths I have ever seen." Still offering the man a helping hand.

Thruen takes the offered hand and levers himself back to his feet. He brushes the dirt off his clothes and recovers his weapons. He takes care to wipe them off on his shirt then returns them to their sheathes. "Deputy, huh? Really?" He seems interested by the thought. "I'll have to give it some thought."

(Just a spar not a judged duel)