RP:Justice
Aoshi sat quietly one of the swords from his staff out and in the water of the lake. Using a cloth he runs the water down the back of the blade. He holds the weapon up to his eyes squinting at the silver for a moment before returing the weapon back to the water and scrubbing with the cloth dead center on the piece.
Hildegarde chose not to descend upon the area in a display of icy wrath and contempt as she was perfectly able to do, but instead enter as quietly as one in heavy armour might be able to do. The Silver watched the lad for a few moments, thinking of the decision she had come to and whether or not it was truly right. These things were rarely easily done. “Aoshi,” she announced, her voice soft yet retaining a natural air of authority and firmness to it that suggested she was not here for any kind of real pleasantry; more likely to discuss how he had absconded from the fort and subsequently her custody.
Aoshi curses with his head as he drops it down inhaling deeply. Placing the blade into the covert sheath he stands, bringing the weapon up with him. Placing the weapon in front of him, the bulk of the staff crossing his from from his left foot to right shoulder. A basic defensive stance when using a staff. He looks over the woman “Surprised I got this far.” he says as he shifts weight onto the left side.
Hildegarde ’s sole eye flicked over the boy as he assumed a defensive stance, even shifting his weight onto his left side. “Well, you wrote about wanting a head start… you got one,” she said with a relaxed shrug. Her posture is straight: neither offensive or defensive, as if she doesn’t expect to be attacked or anything of the sort. “You know what running away means, don’t you?” she asked in a soft voice, offering him something that is close to a sympathetic look but not quite there.
Aoshi remains in his stance holding his weapon in front of him. “I do.” he stands tall. “I made my move. There wasn't much chance for me there. Worst case, I am sentenced to death. I die. Next choice trial by combat. Fighting you, or another knight. I am confident in my skills, only because I know where I stand with it. So trial by combat... Unless Aramoth truly had nothing better to do and decided to toss favor my way.. I die. Thus leaving the best possible choice of banishment. Rather then test my luck with the other two, I took the best choice. I understand it wasn't the most honorable choice, but it's the one I made.”
Hildegarde shook her head, “You did not take banishment,” she told him, her voice briefly becoming terse and irritated. “You fled from my custody, Aoshi. You did not take banishment; banishment is something that is put upon you. It would have been me, formally banishing you before our people. You ran away. A dishonourable thing to do,” she said firmly. The Silver looked him over and sighed softly, “I must bring justice to the people. If you had *waited*, Aoshi, if you had just waited..! There would have been no need for any of this,” she said, fingers reflexively curling around the shaft of her halberd.
Aoshi keeps standing tall even with after admitting he knows he will lose to her should it come. “I took your ruling from you yes. I know it is dishonorable. And I know why you're here. Leaving your home to never return, by force or by choice. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” he says quoting famous bard Bill Shakesword. “By law, now that you have found me, I am to be executed for both crimes. Or take me back. But I will not go back.” The staff is lifted slightly off the ground but keeping in the same stance.
Hildegarde sighed gently as the boy explained that he knew his actions were dishonourable, that he had apparently accepting her ruling. “Clearly, you did not take my ruling. You ran away, with your tail between your legs,” she said with irritation, “and that is something I have rarely seen in any man from Frostmaw.” The City of War was a land that played host to many brave warriors and people; it was not known to host cowards. “There is no going back, Aoshi, and it is on the honour of Krager and his bereft family that I send you to your End.” The Silver waited for a few moments, “Do you have anything you wish to say before we begin…?” she asked, “Rarely are we presented with the opportunity to speak our last thoughts when faced with death.” Should Aoshi wish to speak something, the knight would also take the time to bow her head as if listening intently or in silent prayer to a god of her choice.
Aoshi inhales silently. “Aramoths blessing” he says lowering his head down into a bow “Suppose the next time we see each other will be when the victor crosses over into Vakamarathas' plane. The teen inhales looking over the woman a final study of the knight for a moment looking not only at her but her armor. “When you are ready Ser Hildegarde”
Hildegarde only nodded in response to the remark, not wishing to say that she hoped to find herself sitting in Aramoth’s Hall: amongst the venerated warriors of Frostmaw, the legendary warriors and figures of strength. Perhaps it was a prideful wish to want to sit in Aramoth’s great hall. Hildegarde looked the boy over again, considering his blue iron armour and stature. With that assessing glance completed, the knight is in motion: heading straight for the boy at full speed. The woman can certainly move, even with that mithril plated armour and chainmail, she is fleet of feet given her immense strength. The woman swings her halberd in a wide arc as her body twists with the strike, initially aiming for his torso and then for his legs as her body twists around in a graceful and practiced spin. If the boy were knocked off his feet, the halberd would swing down: regularly sharpened axe-head swinging down to cause maximum damage and certainly spill blood. Her aim is lethal; she wants his head.
Aoshi stands his ground watching as she began her charge. Keeping his stance, lifting the metal staff of his father watching the staff portion of the weapon. When the swing begins to take shape, the teen takes his steps moving inwards, stepping to close of range for the ax head. Intercepting the strikes path with his own putting the center of his staff into the handle of her weapon. Transferring the momentum from her strike into his own he continues with a rotating motion that would bring the foot of the staff up in a clockwise motion pushing the end forward slightly so that it would come into contact with the knight helm, and what was the top half of the staff into his own ribs. Weather the head strike would hit, or miss, at the moment the head of the staff comes into contact with the teens armor he would swing it forward, aiming for her knee. Resting the piece on his shoulder.
Hildegarde does not wear a helmet unless it’s for a joust, which is against her own advice. Of course, Hilde had a thicker skull than most. So as the boy deflects her halberd and that staff of his is coming down towards her head, her hand snaps upright to grasp hold of it firmly. Now, she stares at the boy with an ice cold fury: tugging the staff forward to wrench him forward, as her armoured knee swung upward to pummel into his gut while she roared out an icy blast towards his helmet encased head. With a head covered in ice, it can be rather difficult to breathe.
Aoshi grabs hold of his staff as it is pulled from him. Taking the end that wasn't in the knights hand and unlocking the latch, he manages to pull the small sword from its sheath just moments before the air is knocked from his lungs thanks to the knee. Clutching his stomach as he lowers down he instinctively sidesteps a couple of feet moving away from the arctic blast. He stands briefly tossing the short sword to his right hand flipping the blade in the process. Using the length of the short sword to his advantage he swings it like a small club aiming for her stomach.
Hildegarde is now left with Aoshi’s staff and her own halberd. The woman is known for being a brute in battle: she can take a beating and keep going. But a katana is no weapon for piercing armour, it is a blade of precision and speed: made to quickly pierce and slice before retreating. While it makes contact with her mithril armour and screeches across the metal, Hilde steps in and brings her arms down over Aoshi: both polearms bracing against his back as she pulling him tight against her cold armour, attempting to squeeze a good portion of his life and air right out of him before tossing him cruelly to the ground so she might drop his steel staff and swing her halberd at him once again. The axe-head of the weapon aimed right for his neck, determined to make contact; even if he moved slightly out of reach, he would still have the shaft of the weapon to contend with which might easily crush his windpipe. Providing that she does not separate his head from his body, she would swiftly charge after him with a mighty roar: pummelling her body against his to floor him, so she can smash her powerful fist repeatedly into his face and even his throat to crush his trachea.
Aoshi drops down, his breaths becoming shallower . As the weapon is brought forward, he rolls over onto his stomach. Taking the form one would during a push-up. He watches as the knight begins to charge toward him. Rolling to the side to avoid her charge when he gets out of her direct path he stands up and looks upon the knight. His breath grows quickly “I'm sorry Hilde.” he manages to say before his demeanor changes. Every detail from the way he stands, to even the look in his eyes change. A growl escapes his mouth. Hands move quickly, removing what ever armor they can as quickly as possible. The quick release ties coming in handy, as blue iron pieces begin drop, forming a small hill around his feet. Dropping down to his hands and knees the transformation begins. Bones pop loudly from his wrists and ankles. His fingers begin to grown before closing into fists, his ankles stretch out pushing in and bending. The teens muscles become more pronounced just before snow white fur sprouts over his body. And lastly, his face contorts. His jaw stretching forward until a full muzzle appears. The winter white wolf lets out an echoing howl followed by a small series of grunts and growls. Quickly the wolf begins to run in a large circle well out of reach of the halbred. The wolf's speed exponentially faster then the teens, as he continues to make circles around the knight.
Hildegarde is not one for animal cruelty, but this is a wolf wearing a man’s skin. Or at least, trying to shed the man’s skin to be the wolf. So as Aoshi has dropped down into this push up like position, the knight has reached him mid-transformation, given that their distance is not so great. Her boot careens towards his abdomen, intent on winding him greatly, though it certainly won’t stop any transformation. The Silver grasps hold of her halberd, spear-tip pointed down as she snarls at Aoshi, “This has gone on long enough,” she informs the boy as he is near the end of his transformation; for no lycan can transform in the blink of an eye! The point pushes swiftly downward, intent on spearing through the back of his head – be he boy or wolf.
Aoshi due to the pain mixed with the transformation wasn't able to defend, move or avoid the attack.