Kreig couldn't help but place a palm on his face as he heard the senior knight call, albeit in a forced tone, a pussy. This was simply ridiculous from beginning to end. He had to admit he was amused by Clair calling the knight 'a wrinkly ass' and didn't feel the need to correct her, even if he did gander a guess where she learnt such a word. It was worth seeing the look of shock on his even if his equally shocked voice had the that odd boasting tone going.
Before the fight began Kreig took the time to analyze ser Wade's armor and found hiself annoyed. It was the order's trademark knight armor, the armor often worn by scouts or the orders more secretive members whose duties involved gathering information and stealth operations. The armor was often preferred by the other members because it was much lighter than the order's plate armor, obviously it did not offer the same degree of protection, but it was still quite protective with its mix of plate, chain and leather pieces. Kreig would have loved to obtain the same armor but it was the kind that was only available to the knights and not their squires.
Kreig's own personal armor; consisting of a breastplate, grieves and a pair of studded gauntlets, but they were back at the dormitories so he didn't have any degree of protection other than his combat skills and ability to take blows and deliver them with considerable force, much to most of his opponents surprise and detirement.
Kreig also brought to mind that Ser Wade was known to be a great swordsman, better than his own patron even and comparable to the weapon masters at the training ground. He concluded that he had an obvious amount of experience in combat so he could perhaps tell when a feint is coming and when an opening is a trap, it was possible he followed the same tactics as well. But he doubted he fought like Kreig, meaning he’d likely not throw sand in Kreig’s eyes or perhaps return a head butt…. Or basically outright cheat to win like Kreig was ‘taught’. And there was one other thing Kreig could take comfort in, even if it’s an assumption on his part, was that Kreig was perhaps one of the few people in the order who had significant skill with fighting barehanded than anyone else, though he did heard that a stewart knight rivaled him roughly in his choice of combat. So whereas Ser Wade influenced over the sword, Kreig influenced over the fist and the knight was in his territory right now…..
Ser Wade then started the battle by loudly announcing it and making the first move, starting it with a three punch combo. The first was at arm’s length, his right fist narrowly avoided Kreig’s head as the brawler swayed to the left, the second from his left also narrowly missed but it seemed that Ser Wade was closing in as the punch travelled past Kreig’s head than the previous punch. Kreig however made certain to watch Ser wade’s shoulders as when it came to arm movement it all started from there, each punches’ movement and position started from the shoulder. The problem came in that he was getting closer which meant he obscured his vision from seeing his legs. Kreig’s fears were confirmed as the left uppercut came and he dodged it by quickly moving to the right, Ser wade swiveled to his left ‘Well Shyke’ Kreig couldn’t help but grin as he knew he couldn’t avoid the oncoming knee strike, although he could adjust himself to make it so that it hit his side ‘Still…’ It did not mean he could not return the favour as he swung a right backhand strike to the Knight’s face as his knee strike dug into Kreig’s side,. He gritted his teeth as despite knowing such an attack was coming and didn’t make it hurt any less, simply meant it was less surprising and he could endure it more than an attack he didn’t expect.
Ser Wade however didn’t seem to have expected the back hand to the face, the knuckles of Kreig’s right fist perhaps doing as much damage he had to Kreig’s side. However he quickly regained his composure and blocked an incoming left knee strike to his left side by raising his leg and lowering his arm.
‘Petch, you’re as experienced in battle as I thought old man’ His unarmed moves were practiced, that much was obvious as Ser Wade countered back with a left hook punch, Kreig jumped back to avoid the attack easily and quickly lowered himself, using his backleg as a spring to launch himself forward with an extended left fist. All his weight was in the punch as Ser Wade blocked the attack with the back of his arms, taking the brunt of the blow as his body was pushed back slightly. Ser Wade still had the perpetual frown, Kreig noted; so it was hard to get a gist of his emotions although he must be sensing the pressure.
Petch, he so wanted to talk right now but he feared Ser Wade would have Sera Natasha put him on extended training drills ‘I must be getting to him though’ Kreig thought as Ser Wade had yet to lower his guard, a wise move as the Brawler followed up with a couple of trademark hard punches, but to Kreig that meant he now had the senior knight was now not only in his playing field, but also caught at his pace. The Brawler have be a reckless man, but he did begin to notice such things after so many fights. Still the knight had the advantage of armor, so Kreig’s only practical target was Ser Wade’s head if he wanted to deliver a full forced blow like that backhand from earlier ‘petch, I’m certain my spring punch would’ve been more effective at breaking through his defense if that weren’t the case’ Kreig thought, still at least the armor didn’t seem come with a pair a gauntlets, just a pair of leather vambrace that also serve as fingerless leather gloves, which meant Ser Wade’s punches weren’t enhanced in anyway.
Kreig followed up with more attacks, varying up the punches with kicks, elbow and knee strikes. But Ser Wade seemed to be avoiding some and blocking the rest ‘Why isn’t he attacking? Was he hoping I wear myself out?’ But that was not it, Ser Wade was in truth waiting for just the right opening, just the right moment to deliver a devastating punch that not even the likes of Razkar or Ximal ever delivered to the brawler. And he had found it…. Kreig could see the punch coming, he saw it! But could do anything against it as like lightning the left punch struck his abdomen, Kreig let out a loud gasp as his jaw was left agape ‘Sh-SHyyyyyyyyyke’ Was this the power of Ser Wade’s punches? Kreig looked at Ser Wade’s eyes, and it seemed even he had fear of his own punch ‘Was he holding back against me?’ Kreig wondered, and from such a powerful blow he’d think so.
The truth matter was that what struck Kreig was a blow enhanced by the magical discipline of flux, the blow Ser Wade unleashed would also take a toll on his own fist as such an attack and the discipline itself’s ultimate price was the user body. As such it needed to be used sparing and to end fights quickly, Kreig still stood however, his legs were shaky and he was breathless but nonetheless he was standing although quite unaware of the origins of that strength
Kreig mustered what little energy he had at the moment as he raised his fists and brought them close to cover his face as he breathed quickly, slowly that quick breathing slowed into a long and deep one, and Kreig hid a grin behind those fists ‘Such a blow, petch….that is what I want dear knight’ Kreig thought, the pleasurable feeling of adrenaline rushing throughout his body ‘This is BATTLE’ Kreig almost giggle, almost. But he needed to focus the adrenaline, the pleasure; if he wanted victory he needed that but he also wanted to return the blow with a powerful one of his own. His eyes scanned around the make shift arena… there were mostly toys, furniture and some large stones that layed around the backyard ‘Good…’ He thought.
Kreig moved in quickly, he needed to use this surge of adrenaline as much as he could. Kreig had a plan and he would enact it quickly before he loses what energy he had left or endure another powerful blow, first he began with a series of punches, each as much a serious blow as they were a distraction ‘They need to be’ Ser Wade was valiantly blocking and avoiding the attacks once more, but Kreig wanted him to, because with each movement they were slowly changing positions, with each rotations for a knee strike to the side he was going around Ser wade and they switched the initial directs they faced as the battle began.
Kreig allowed for an opening from himself, hoping for Ser Wade to take the bait and quickly he did as the knight began returning his blows. Kreig guarded and avoided but surprisingly they lacked the same power ‘Did he need to gather strength for that?’ He wondered ‘Or was he growing tired as well’ It didn’t matter as the brawler allowed himself to be pushed back to the edge of the ring, behind Kreig was a nice chair ‘Its now or never’ Kreig placed his a back leg against the edge of the of the chair, lowering it and then pushed forward like a sprin, his left knee extended to strike Ser wade in the face while the chair fell back. As Kreig predicted the knight raised his arm to block but as he was too close to avoid but not too close that blow would be able to push him down, back but not down, but Kreig had arms raised, his hands clasp together and ready to bring down the most devastating blow he could upon the knight ‘Take this SER!’
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