[Fighter's Pit] Sword and Spell... and Sword?

by **Lorden Ladis** on March 3rd, 2015, 4:48 am

He could give in, he could end the aching and burning in his muscles, Lorden realized, as the top of his hair-covered head connected with Holland's chest; as he had been forced to realign his charge, when his opponent had moved back.

It hurts, Lorden noted, through tarried breaths, as sweat coalesced down his brow, and his lungs demanded air faster than he could provide it.

The knight's eyes widened, as his blue-shirted opponent's arms, all but sprung out to the sides of his torso. For a moment, the exasperated Lorden entertained the ache-induced notion, of simply going limp in the man's arm. Surely, Holland would not continue to beat a man, after the point in which he realized said man wasn't fighting back?

No he would not be the one broken this day!, the knight resolved through his clouded mind, and lowly beating temples. Acting on instinct, the novice-unarmed-combatant, brought his own arms up and pushed his biceps against Holland's ribs. Hearing the settling of Holland's armament against the soft sand, the knight allowed his buckler and arming sword to slip from his grasp, and fall behind his opponent. His hands now free, Lorden interlocked his fingers behind his sparring partner's back, and lowered and pressed his head into the man's stomach.

What now?, the knight questioned himself. He had exhausted the abilities of his instincts to direct him. Worse still, the knight noted that his enemy was now in a firm position to manhandle him if he didn't act, as he brushed past the man's outstretched arms. What could he do?

"Why not just stick with your first plan?," a coy inner-voice bubbled to the surface of the swordsman's mind. Lorden's eyes drifted along the ground, until they moved behind Holland's legs, all the way to his own fallen arming sword. Was it talking to him? Gods, he hoped this wasn't happening again.

"Destroy him," the blade prodded.

Lorden shook his head, as his heartbeat exhilarated even further; this couldn't be happening, not now, not in public. No, it wasn't happening, the knight resolved. His instincts hadn't run their course, they had just taken on a new form... that must have been it. The knight nodded internally, not all that convinced, as his eyes drifted from his blade worriedly, and up to Holland's knees. Odd as it was, his 'sword' had, had a point.

Shyke. How didn't I think of it, in the first place?, Lorden thought as he allowed his legs to slip back behind him, the action allowing him to lower his body further.

The swordsman still held a firm hold behind Holland's back, as he lowered himself. As the knight slipped down the length of his partner's body, his arms fell down quickly with the rest of him, before they found themselves resting on the soft skin behind the man's knees. Sighing, Lorden began to squeeze his arms in to his chest, pushing against the back of Holland's legs inexpertly. The knight had no way of knowing where to apply pressure to achieve the maximum result, but he did know that joints bent; hopefully anyway. And thus, Lorden gulped, and pushed through his growing physical depletion, as he pulled on the blue-clad man's legs and leaned forward, in an attempt to lock Holland's knees and pull him to the ground.

He would not break. He wouldn't.

NotesIf you haven't guessed, Lorden has been developing issues. The 'sword' has spoken to him in his past threads, yet, it's really just a way to cope with his own dark desires. The descent is slow going, at least so far. So, the blade won't really play a major part here. I just thought it'd be fun to give a peek at a future plot of mine. Foreshadowing for the win, and all that. ^.^

by **Holland Rolandus** on March 3rd, 2015, 5:17 am

"Agh!" Screamed Holland at the top of his lungs.

The moment the opponents cranial structure was caught within his grasp he refused to let go. He was currently attempting to endure pain and agony which shot throughout his embodiment. Fighting each and every passing moment of it that he possibly could. Regardless of the pain he continued to hold on and nevertheless not release his grip. His arms were now both simultaneously wrapped around the opponents neck. He flexes what minute amount of muscle he does have in his arms. In order to increase the tightness around the opponents throat and seal off the air ways. Holland had to break the opponent and attempt to ensure that he would be the victor. Even if he were to get stabbed in this battle; Holland wouldn't look weak.

His pace of breathing begun to increase; Holland has reached the fullest extent of his endurance. Hardly able to continue pushing on to battle he uses his last resolve of strength. Immediately proceeding to jerk his entire embodiment to the right. Leaving the pair to tumble over and whilst the opponent grasped hold of his joints he screams. Refusing to let go and once more he jerks his embodiment again. Hollands back arches as his armor impacts the sand, only further cutting off the opponents air ways.

Hollands muscles began to tremble as he attempted to uphold this position. Although he wouldn't be able to hold it for very long at all. His grip begun to fall short and loose. Before he released the opponent and proceeds to roll over onto his back. Breathing heavily, extremely heavily and at this point Holland knew he was at his physical limitation.

No longer could the battle continue due to how exhausted he was. Holland was now on the verge of passing out and remaining here. Hollands eye-lids began to feel rather heavy. His pace of breathing now decreased, and he'd fallen unconscious right here in the middle of the pits. Although he didn't even know his opponents name; He would want to do so at a later time.

Perhaps for now he had found a rival, and a friend simultaneously.

by **Lorden Ladis** on March 3rd, 2015, 5:35 am

Lorden eyes widened as Holland shrugged himself to the side, it was in that moment that the knight knew the man had won. He had nothing left, nothing to give, and no reserves to draw on. He was simply, and utterly exhausted. And his sweat-drenched body, and pounding temples attested to that fact. The knight felt like he might pass out and puke at the same time; not to even bring up the feeling that now permeated his chest; if he could even think right now, Lorden might be worried his lungs would pop.

But the knight couldn't think, and he wouldn't be able to anytime soon. He was falling, having been tripped up with the man's sudden movement to the side, the knight had lost his hold on Holland. There was nothing but frozen, surreal time, for the swordsman as he plummeted through the morning air; and nothing but admiration for the man, who had driven him to his limits and beyond. And as Lorden's head rapped against the sand, he might have even smiled, if all his voluntary functions hadn't been instantly put out like a light, as a result of the hard impact of his skull.

NoteShort but sweet, this is my ending post. Unless you want to play the two waking up. Otherwise, we will continue our plots I'm sure. I loved this thread, it was quite the enjoyable writing challenge, and a good read concerning your posts, at the same time.

by **Orin Fenix** on March 28th, 2015, 7:22 pm

Lorden Ladis :

Holland Rolandus :

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If you have any questions or concerns about your grade please feel free to send me a message. Especially seeing as this was my first grade chances are I messed up somewhere

Skills	EXP
Weapon: Arming Sword	4
Weapon: Buckler	4
Observation	2
Socialization	1
Endurance	3
Tactics	2
Unarmed Combat	3
Wrestling	1

Skills	EXP
Observation	2
Socialization	1
Intimidation	1
Tactics	3
Weapon: Rapier	2
Endurance	3
Unarmed Combat	1