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Post by Bo on Feb 17, 2014 20:28:32 GMT -6
Bo leaned back as he sat on the creat near the arena, he knew the cold wasn't favoured by many but was really no one ready to spar today? He looked around...no one to be seen.
"Oi...this is troublesome..." He sighed. Watching his breath fade away in the slight breeze of winter. He was going to fall out of shape if no one sparred with him all winter season, and that wasn't something he wanted. There was only so much you could do with a non moving target. Looking forward again he took note of his mace. A two handed companion who has had his back for many a battle.
Smiling as his gaze washed over it counting ever ding, splinter and blemish. All where good times indeed. How he loved battle, it was more of a sport to him then anything. However he knew when there was a time for it...most times.
"I give it more hour, then I'll take my leave. The ale at the tavern won't drink itself." He sighed again displeased looking out to the arena. Another day was to be wasted yet again it seemed.
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Post by Thistle on Feb 17, 2014 23:13:24 GMT -6
Thistle was returning from his rounds, which had been uncharacteristically uneventful, when he spied a lone, unfamiliar silhouette by the arena. Changing course to greet the stranger, Thistle's hand drummed restlessly on the shaft of his glaive, which was itching to be used.
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Post by Bo on Feb 17, 2014 23:50:48 GMT -6
Slowly Bo's head turned as he heard crunching in the snow. from the look of things it was a string bean of a monk, itching for a fight. a fight that he would get. Bo smiled devilishly at the monk as he got closer and closer. "OI! String bean, What you are doing in a place of muscle and strength? you look like you should be, i don't know...sweeping in between the benches of a church?" picking up his mace and slinging it on his shoulder.
Bo slide down and on his feet standing up straight, the smile never leaving his lips. lets see what this little side dish had in him.
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Post by Thistle on Feb 18, 2014 16:04:41 GMT -6
Thistle's jaw clenched as the warrior spoke. This was just the thing, a way to alleviate the stress he had been under lately. "String bean?" Glancing down at his body, an expression of mock astonishment on his face. "Look's aren't everything, you know. I'm giving you fair warning: I'm definitely not your run of the mill monk."
With that, Thistle leapt straight at the warrior, so that he would come down in front of him, with the sun at the monks back. Unsheathing his weapon mid-jump, he sized up his foe. Large, and strong, he was clearly a veteran of battle, judging by the wear on his weapon. Thistle decided to use his speed to his advantage, as maces were primarily a slower weapon.
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Post by kilindyl on Feb 18, 2014 19:52:50 GMT -6
A couple reason brought Kilindyl to the street that day. One was out of sheer boredom with sitting in a tavern all day, two was to learn the lay out of the land better, and three was nothing more than to enjoy the day. Walking leisurely along a snow packed path, the back garbed man hooked his thumbs over his belt and sighed. The weather was nicer today that it had been, the bitter wind that cut through his armored jacket and cloak was gone and replaced with a cool breeze. Despite his acclimation to the warm weather of the south, the assassin really quite enjoyed days like this. As he passed the normally empty arena, his keen eyes immediately fell on the battle participants. Stopping literally mid stride, the man turned his head to watch. He had seen little fighting since he'd arrived not a week previous and was curious as to the battle prowess of the citizens of the town. And if nothing more, watching would at least appease his boredom and give him something do to.
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Post by Bo on Feb 19, 2014 2:09:16 GMT -6
his smile widened as as the monk lunged at him. it had been a while sense he had a chance to fight with someone with such spirit. "lets begin our dance then shall we? he spoke calmly as he undid his cowl and cloak with haste, ripping it off and casting it aside. revealing his horns one broken, short black hair and battle scared face. this leather armor was repaired many times but still held its own in a fight, decorated in appropriate furs. as Bo breath out his noise the cold air made it appear he exhaled steam from his pierced nose. quite fitting for an Ox. if this monk though Bo was slow, he had another thing coming.
Bo charged forward quickly bringing up his mace to defend against the blow. however he ready himself to leap to the side, in case the quick little monk had something up his sleeve. oh yes indeed it was a long time sense bo had felt this way. heart racing, adrenalin pumping yes, it had been far to long. even if he lost he would enjoy this.
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Post by Thistle on Feb 19, 2014 22:09:21 GMT -6
Cursing as the warrior revealed himself, Thistle landed, feinted at the ox, then flipped backwards, keeping the kintu at a distance. Reaching into his belt, thistle whipped out a number of throwing knives, and sent them hurtling towards his hulking enemy.
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Post by kilindyl on Feb 20, 2014 0:59:47 GMT -6
Crossing his arms over his chest, the assassin watched the battle unfold. He raised his brows surprised when the monk loosed his throwing knives. A Monk? That seemed more like something he himself would pull. And certainly not in a sparring match. He chuckled slightly, a smile spreading across his face under his scarf. Ooooh, how very dangerous this man seemed. Both of them in fact.
It had been a while since he had ever seen a combatant move with the speed and agility that he boasted. But his speed and agility came from his elven heritage. This man seemed nothing more than a human....hmmm....perhaps he was something a little more.
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Post by Bo on Feb 20, 2014 3:03:54 GMT -6
Bo's eyes managed to catch the angle of the blades and dodged, but as he did he could feel the rush of wind near his ear, neck and arm. After recovering from his rolling dodge he bolted toward the monk. Impressive... he thought, approving of the little twig's speed and determination.
Letting out a blood chilling batter cry he shifted his movements to hope confuse the monk, who he now was mere inch's away. swinging his mace upward aiming for his shoulder or torso, either would be a delectable hit.
Dodge this monk he thought excitedly
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Post by Thistle on Feb 20, 2014 13:54:52 GMT -6
"He's good..." mused Thistle as he watched the brute dodge his blades, and rush headlong at him. Unsure of where the beast would strike, Thistle planted the tip of his glaive in the ground, ready to pivot around in any direction. As the blow finally came up from below, he spun around, using his weapon as a fulcrum, ending up beside the ox, with his blade speeding towards the ligaments in the Kintu's leg.
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Post by kilindyl on Feb 22, 2014 18:30:47 GMT -6
Cocking his head to the side, the half-elf watched curiously. The kinto was a lot better than he expected. But would brute strength be able to take on speed and agility? In his experience, no. If that was the case, he himself wouldn't be standing here.
He stepped gracefully over to a nearby tree, settling comfortably against his bark. It didn't matter how human he acted, his elvish side still yearned for nature. Leveling his eyes on the combatants he watched expectantly.
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Post by Bo on Feb 23, 2014 1:40:29 GMT -6
Noticing the monks aim for his leg, he spin away using his mace now as leverage to jerk him into the right direction, after he recovered from his dodge, Bo could feel a stinging sensation on the opposite leg the monk aimed for.
Looking quickly, sure enough a descent cut appeared on his upper leg. His spin was slightly delayed, causing the blade to miss his one leg and skin the other.
"Damn I am out of shape, nice moves monk."
It has been a long while sense Bo had sustained injury, this made his heart race, finally someone worthy enough to give him a challenge! Raising his mace back up to his shoulder, he charged again this time slamming his mace as hard as he could on the ground launching him in the air.
Recovering in the air Bo managed to bring his mace up again aiming for the monks location with a powerful ariel assault.
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Post by Thistle on Feb 23, 2014 23:20:45 GMT -6
After a flurry of blows, Thistle made contact with a limb, before dodging out of the way again. Wondering why the ox would come from above when Thistle clearly had the upper hand in speed, he decided against taking the predictable action, and instead jumped up to meet the beast halfway, keeping out of reach of the mace. His glaive whirled, going for the wrist. This gave Thistle the upper hand, as he could hit the ox from farther away, and the ox had no way of changing his course mid-jump.
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Post by kilindyl on Feb 23, 2014 23:30:23 GMT -6
The assassin snorted, leaning back. The ox was a seasoned fighter....but had he never before fought anyone who's specialty was speed? Because that certainly was a foolish move. As soon as the mans feet had left the ground he put himself at a major disadvantage. You couldn't so easily maneuver mid-flight.
But perhaps the kinto had an ace in the hole. It was to early to come to conclusions, so instead the cloaked man just continued to watch.
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Post by Bo on Feb 24, 2014 12:46:48 GMT -6
With haste Bo moved his mace In front of him letting the monk blade run across it, instead of his flesh. As Bo there weapon collided, Bo meet with the monks stare, with a smile. If this 'Wildgard' has this good of fighters perhaps he will stay a while, maybe learn something.
Finally Bo landed on the ground, keeping his feet firm as the soles of his feet slide on the snow. Skidding but standing as if nothing happened at all, as if he where standing there the whole time.
As he stood there, he could feel the rage and blood lust boil inside him. Today was a good day indeed.
"Oi! Where did you learn to fight?" He asked swing the mace back up on his shoulder, he readied himself incase the monk lunged at him again but curiosity was getting the better of Bo putting him in a more defensive strategy. Who did someone so...tiny, be so Much of a challenge in combat?
The battle field wasn't a normal place to talk, and if it was weapons did the talking, let's see if the string bean is willing to communicate.
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