[IC] Tristwich vs Typhon

[Tristwich]

A scar is the best one can hope for, when it means winning a fight that could have cost you your life. Just wish it wasn't such an ugly one on my neck...

In time the angry red scar on her neck would heal, a reminder of how close she was to death when fighting against a spellsword. If not for her own powers, the gem her opponent launched would have gone straight through her neck...

"Sorry" she said to her opponent as she shook her head of the previous fight she had before stepping once more into the arena. It was a cloudy day that day, one that held multiple spots of shade lazily moving across the sandy ground of their area. The crowd was excited, as they had apparently taken a liking to the young swordswoman and her skill. From what she had been told most of her fans were hoping for some other grizzly wound to befall her, like the gem getting lodged in the side of her neck at the last battle she participated in and still pull out a win.

Personally she would rather not have any kind of disturbing injury that requires careful surgery to remove and to heal her. Of course the gem itself made for a pretty trophy, one that stood in her quarters as a reminder of how close one could be to both victory and defeat. If only she had time to clean the blood still on the damn thing.

Her opponent stood fifteen feet away from her, and from what she could tell, he would be a difficult one to beat. On her next exhale, she would begin to go into her stance as preparation for when the signal was given. Right shoulder was parallel with her right elbow, the other bent down to protect her gut, the tip of her blade aimed directly at her opponent's face, her right foot in front of her left. This stance worked well for her last fight, maybe it'll work out well again for this one.

"I'm ready" she said as the call was given out to the arena participants. Annabelle now waited for the signal to be given, her confidence blooming as she felt ready for anything. With every battle she learned a little more, and hopefully she would one day become the legendary warrior she dreamed of being.

[Sewer Rat]

Odum had strapped on his armor as quick as he can, his face tense thinking who he will face in the arena...

Looking out into the sky he saw it was cloudy, he hoped this wouldn't slow him down. He stopped and looked at his opponent.

"You know, I've never fought a Elf-thingy before, this would be interesting..." Odum had entered the arena, a guard had held out his Halbert and two rolls of wrap, one sliver, one gold. After wrapping his hands he grasped the Halbert and streched.

"Ready...To have some fun!" He said in a very deadly voice, not looking at anyone but his opponent not underestimating them because she is a lady." So, wanna shake hands or..? Ya know what? I'm going to start!!" He yelled, and threw his Halbert with a huge amount of his strength and aim toward her, at least this was a near shot, hopefully making her blink, giving him time to charge at her.

[Tristwich]

An eager opponent, one that she felt may have been a little too eager to get the fight started. Such a bold move as throwing your weapon was dangerous, especially if you had no other weapon as your back up. With the weapon hurtling towards her, Annabelle side stepped to her right, the halberd sailing past and clattering to the ground several feet behind her.

As Odum came charging at her, golden psionic energy exploded out of her body. This was the physical representation of her use of a Mantel of Awakening on a Memory of Jubilation, augmenting her speed so that she could better fight this man. He looked strong, but her training would see her through on this day, that and her physical augmentations. As Odum came charging towards her, she would prepare her next move.

Keeping to her stance, it appeared as if she was going to attempt a thrust into the upper torso of her opponent. Such an attack was sure to do some damage, either a piercing of his lung, or nicking an artery, or even going through the wind pipe. What mattered now was waiting to see what Odum would do, as he wasn't quite close enough to be in range of her strike.

[Sewer Rat]

Seeing the elf change into a stance he has to change his plans somehow.

As he charged , he stopped, dragging (Dirt?) Across the arena, once close enough, he used his least dominate leg, right, to a backwards kick, if she dodged, like he knew she would might, his leg would stomp down, and behind him, his Halbert.

[Tristwich]

As the leg cam towards her body, Annabelle stayed in her stance, keeping her legs braced for the eventual impact. When it was coming towards her midsection, she brought down her blade so that his foot connected with the flat of her blade. The force of the movement caused her to be pushed back, but she did not wish for him to have easy access to his weapon. Using her left hand to push against the other side of the blade, she would push back against her opponent.

"Good move, now watch this!" Once more her body exploded in golden psionic energy, a Mantle of Awakening activating a Memory of Courage. Taking a step forward she would do a lower right to left slash against Odum's legs, going for his unarmored knees. With her enhanced speed and strength, there was a good chance a knee was going to get sliced open, if not completely severed by the force. A warrior like Odum required his legs, so she would do all she could to cripple those legs.

[Sewer Rat]

His slight arrogance had almost got him, using every bit of speed he had, he did a mix backwards handspring and a round off with one hand, and using his other hand, grabbing his weapon. As he landed perfectly, for a split second he thought to himself,Can't keep dodging forever..., and finally began his turn. Using the hand with the blade, the left side, he sliced it toward her in an upward motion using his strength, then, either sliced or not, used the momentum and bent backwards and using his right leg to kick upwards as well, he had aimed to knock her down, so he can finish it quickly.