[Fighter's Pit] Blade and Babble

by **Lorden Ladis** on March 14th, 2015, 1:51 am

30th of Spring, 515 AV

Lorden's dilated eyes widened, as Holland forced back against him.

There we go Rollandus!, the knight thought to himself, as he winced almost-drunkenly, through adrenaline-numbed pain.

Yet, as he attempted to push back even harder, the knight's opponent twisted his arm, which elicited ore than enough pain to cause the twenty-year old to squint. Lorden tried to resist the pain, yet, between the pounding of his head, and the bleeding of his face, he could hardly think; let alone resist the manhandling of his own wrist. More than reluctantly, the knight began to twist helplessly with the movements of blue-shirted man's hand. Lorden's stomach slowly rotated ninety-degrees away from his opponent, till it faced the air left of the man.

The swordsman grunted tiredly, as his expecting eyes caught the beginning motions, of Holland's sword arm.

"Foo-l... me.. twice," the man declared through ragged breaths, as he swung his buckler, from where it had come to fall ticks ago, after he had turned away from Holland's body.

Dammit Holland, the knight thought, as he swung the shield out, and pushed his enemy's hand to side. The knight didn't want to hurt the man, this was getting a bit out of hand.

Still, Lorden had only just begun his counter-movement, and as his shield collided with and skirted against and past his fellow swordsman's blade-hand, Lorden kept pushing his buckler and fist through the air; and began to rotate his torso in towards his opponent.

The knight's dominant arm was now in-between his dripping visage and Holland's sword, and the hand and buckler that stuck out at its end, were rocketing towards the other man's own face.

by **Holland Rolandus** on March 16th, 2015, 12:26 am

Following being stricken in the visage by the opponents weapon. Hollands visage began to leak crimson-hue aqua de vitae and it begun to drip from his visage. Holland proceeds to grit his teeth, and immediately push his cranial structure forward. Having been stricken directly in the forehead; Holland instinctively reacts. Pushing the opponents buckler back using no more then his cranial structure; whilst the blood continuously drips descending down his visage. Holland felt insulted as the opponent simply deflected being stricken by the weapon. Therefore Holland draws back his sword arm. Taking approximately three steps backward; Holland increases the distance between himself and his opponent. Holland raises both forearms simultaneously, and began taking up a very basic stance; planting his feet seventeen inches apart. Bending his knees slightly whilst bouncing upon his toes. Holland notices how much more light and mobile this type of stance makes him, and he would surely take advantage of it.

Holland attempts now to make a prediction, and if the opponent charged; he'd surely go about striking his opponent. Holland wanted to attempt destroying the opponents equilibrium; for now though he would focus on trying to breathe. Sweat begins to pour down Hollands visage with a combination of crimson liquid. Throughout the course of the entirety of the battle; somehow Holland maintained a smile. Despite the fact that he was practically overwhelmed with pain. He wasn't quite used to having to endure so much pain. Holland continues to learn throughout the battle; learning a new lesson, and that lesson was keeping a clear mind and being strategical during combat. Holland began coming up with a tactic in order to defeat his opponent, and for now that would be to stay at a distance.

Even if he couldn't maintain that distance; that simply meant Holland would have to result to different measures. If the situation became dire enough Holland would proceed to do anything in order to win. Even if that meant biting, elbowing, kneeing, eye gouging, and punching the throat. Holland didn't want to hurt his opponent, yet this combat situation was beginning to become a bit too much.

by **Lorden Ladis** on March 16th, 2015, 11:29 pm

30th of Spring, 515 AV

The knight felt a rush of pride, that was quickly tempered by worry, as his small roundel of a shield, slammed into Holland's unguarded face. The connection was strong and firm, and elicited an obvious gush of blood from his enemy's forehead. The sight, of the damage his buckler had caused, made Lorden's blue orbs cringe in a bout sympathy, that was mixed with a bit of disgust.

Had he gone too far?

When would he find the time, to clean the blood, off of his shield?

As Holland shoved Lorden's shield back, with only the force of his brow, the knight reluctantly allowed the blood-laced armament, to draw away from the man without much, if any resistance.

Following his show of restraint, Lorden's eyes shone with relief, as his blue-shirted rival stepped back. And on what he took as a hopeful note, the raven-haired man, took a breath through his heaving lungs, and lowered his sword; yet refrained from sheathing the weapon.

"Holland-," he said, drawing in another bit of air, the moment after he had spoken.

"That's enough, don't ye' think mate?," the knight said to the man, whom was positioned, only a few feet off from him. As he spoke, Lorden tried to fill his tone with a hearty twang, even through the burning pain, that his wounds and exhaustion, were now inflicting upon him.

Heaving after he had made his go at ending the fight,the twenty-year old could taste liquid iron and wet salt, as it filled his mouth.

Bloody Hai, I hope he puts that thing down..., Lorden thought hopefully, as his eyes drifted to Holland's saber. The blade had done quite a bit of damage, to his otherwise somewhat obliging visage. And it was because of the odd sword, that he could now taste liquid iron and wet salt, as it poured into and filled the bottom of his mouth.

The taste of his blood and sweat, made for a sour taste, Lorden noted, as he stood himself, most of the way out of his battle stance.

by **Holland Rolandus** on March 18th, 2015, 9:29 am

Having already been incredibly exhausted Holland simply nods in response to the males statement. Obviously he was fatigued, and a combination of sweat and blood continued to leak from his visage. Quite the peculiar smile crept about his lips as he responds. " Well then, Lorden.. Perhaps it is time to stop, after all we are both beaten and battered.. That would only make sense."

Spoke Holland as he proceeds to raise the hand that in which held the Rapier. Uplifting his forearm, and pointing the length of the blade heavenward. Admiring it's thickness, and absolute simplistic beauty; watching as the sun-light reflects off of the steel surface. Temporally tossing about small amounts of luminosity in the atmosphere. Bringing downward his hand, and flicking his wrist in a singular motion; the Rapier falls gracefully, and slowly toward it's scabbard. Now entering the scabbard, the remaining length of the Rapier is dropped. His hand releases the haft of the blade, and it descends before the pappen-heimer guard impacts the scabbards end. With a distinctive "Click" sound, followed by the sound of clattering steel exiting it.

Although in quite a bit of pain; he wouldn't bother to allow that to show on the surface. Holland proceeds to turn about, and uplift his right hand; waving it from left to right briefly. Before he finds himself pacing off into the distance; slowly, but steadily. He began to leave the vicinity, and not even bother to utter a word up until he nears the exit. Holland parts his lips, and begins to make a brief statement.

"I suppose this means you and I will be facing off again soon, and I hope that will be in a short period of time. After our wounds heal, and by after I mean immediately after. Hopefully I'll be seeing you soon, Lorden. For now you may as well consider me your Rival, and or your Friend. I'll leave that at your discretion; either way it works for me. Regardless of your decision though it's not like I'll bother to care too much. For as long as you and I battle I shall consider you to be both. Although you are a knight, and I have a gargantuan dislike for majority of them. "

Holland now exits the pits.

by **Orin Fenix** on April 5th, 2015, 5:45 pm

Grades are Served

Lorden Ladis

Skill	XP
Observation	1
Acrobatics	2
Socialization	2
Weapon: Buckler	3
Unarmed Combat	3
Tactics	1
Endurance	3

Lores

Unarmed Combat: Tackle
Unarmed Combat: Headbutt

Shield Points

3

Training

Extras :

Holland Rolandus

Skill	XP
Observation	3
Planning	1
Intelligence	1
Acrobatics	1
Weapon: Rapier	3
Unarmed Combat	2
Tactics	2
Endurance	3
Socialization	1

Lores

Training is everything
Rapier: Pommel Strike
Lorden: Rival in Training

Extras :

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