ShidenBlades

Nicoli V.S The Guardian

The tip of his sword moved lightly across the man’s armor, cutting it, but doing no damage to his opponent. Damn. Nicoli thought as he watched the agile warrior role away, lightly come up to his feet, only to turn about and with unnatural speed and power, leap high over him.

Nicoli was in somewhat of awe at the audacity of the man, one part brave and two parts foolish he thought. He turned as Guardian passed over him, always keeping his dark humorless eyes on the warrior, so when a foot shot out to make Nicoli loose his balance he took a step back and away.

Then he watched his opponent come at him like a snake, short sword and dagger moving in a pattern of slashes to try and find an opening. Nicoli was quick to the defense, flipping his long sword around to hold it reverse he brought it back and forth to deflect the attacks from one weapon while his short sword worked in a furious circle to guide the other weapon away rather than block it out right.

Footwork is what kept Nicoli out of harm’s way, he moved backwards, turning slightly as he did so, to make sure he always had an opening if he was forced to make a full retreat. But, for now he was content to let the mans furry play out. Perhaps, he mused , he could help push the man over the edge further.

“Do you wonder how your Princess was captured? Why so many of our less than worthy assassins were sent after you or her? Do you believe we would be so foolish?” He asked contempt and disdain dripping like acid from his tongue. “You never saw me coming did you, never knew she was gone until it was too late.” He said with well practiced arrogance. “You are less than worthy.”

Nicoli V.S The Guardian

Hey Rush,

I do not mean to insult your intelligence, but you seem somewhat new to this style of fighting. Allow me to give you some pointers to help you in the future. First, try to be more descriptive with your wording. As of right now your attacks are vague, you do not state the angle or direction, speed or strength they are coming with, which leaves me to guess all of that. I give your character the benefit of the doubt when it comes to skill, but others may not be nearly as nice as I am.

Also, please try to visualize what exactly your character is doing. As an example, in your last post you state you leap in the air, and land behind me, try to sweep my legs off the floor and then slash at me with a series of slashes. That is a lot of actions in one post.

How high did he jump? Keep in mind I do have a long sword, so unless you are jumping near 12 feet in the air it would be pretty easy to simple reach out and slice the bottom of your legs/feet. Now, take in mind the time it takes someone to leap that far and land, turn around, then sweep at my legs. Compare that against what it takes for someone to merely turn around.

Again, I am not trying to insult you or make fun of you. I’d simply like to help you improve on your technique a bit. I enjoy this sort of combat and am extremely laid back, so I will let this sort of stuff go in a non-tournament setting such as this.

If you have any questions, or if I fail to be clear in my posts, please let me know. Thanks.

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Ryuku wanted to follow, to step inside that range even as Arctrurios began spinning that deadly weapon. He knew he could avoid the blade if he kept himself extremely close. But, he did not, staying on top of his opponent and preventing the use of his weapon, while smart, wouldn’t be nearly challenging for the Monk.

So, Ryuku took a step away from Arctrurios, then merely stopped and let his opponent play out his dance. Spinning the weapon with deadly furry, he would find Ryuku unmoving, only smiling as he watched the display of skill. “Excellent. Truly excellent.”

After a moment his smile became somewhat of a grin that came ear to ear, Ryuku was enjoying this. “I will wait until you have collected yourself, I did not mean to rattle you so soon. My apologies, warrior. But, perhaps now you have learned some respect, yes?” His tone was far from mocking, and he was actually sincere, he meant to impart knowledge on the man – even if that came at the end of a fist.

“Are we ready?” He finally asked, lowering himself once again while at the same time rising to the balls of his feat, his balance evenly distributed, a mirror stance to last time.

Nicoli V.S The Guardian

While Nicoli couldn't makeout a the facial features of Guardian behind his mask he could watch the way the man moved, how he struck and his footwork, it was very similiar to his own, then again when using the dual weapon style of fighting there were often many similiarities.

Nicoli was not one to relenquish his advantage of reach, so when Guardian came forward again Nicoli once again danced back. This time he also moved slightly to the left, bringing his left foot back and around he litterally spun around the tip of his opponents blade, an inch from death, and brought his long sword around with his right hand, slashing straight down at his opponents exposed back.

In the Darkness of the Night

D’Angelo was a man of practicality normally. Generally he preferred doing things in the most simple fashion, however, with his wounds what normally would have been a joke turned into a threat worth dealing with. The man, in life, had been nothing, and now as a running corpse he was a mass of flesh that needed to be dealt with.

Sheathing his short sword he took his long sword in both hands and waited for but a moment, he then let himself fall to the right, swinging his sword with both hands, the dagger skimmed his side and caught in his cloak, but compared to the wounds he had, it was a minor thing.

He lashed out, swinging from right to left at the zombies neck, if he hit the sword would cleanly tear out the creatures throat and even possibly remove its head. His roll was not very graceful, and a he came up on his knees rather than his feet, long sword held defensively in two hands before him.

Arena Chat Thread

I think that putting the explination somewhere easier to find would be beneficial.

Nicoli V.S The Guardian

To the onlooker, the Prince, as Nicoli was sure that everyone else up there was dead or dying, the speed at which the fighters moved was no doubt impressive. While Guardian was clearly a man on the mission, and was the aggressor in this case, Nicoli was merely fighting to keep his ground, he wasn’t ready to commit to the sort of assault that his opponent was. He wanted to have his fun first.

He felt the weapon in his left hand , his short sword, get locked up with the dagger in his opponents right, effectively neutralizing them both for the moment. Since Nicoli had used his long sword to deflect the attack inward, in a hope to slash it that had been foiled, his opponent had to bring the weapon back to attack his right leg, that moment gave the assassin time to step back, leaving his left foot as the lead leg now.

His right arm would come back and then thrust out, the long sword aimed at Guardians gut. At the same time he would twist the wrist of his left hand to disengage the small barbs from his opponent’s weapon and retract it close to his body as a defensive measure. He wanted to know what this man was capable of. There were legends of the Guardian, and Nicoli was a man to test legends, to pit his own against the best, and so far he was still alive to tell the tale. His opponents were not.

Arena Chat Thread

Ah ok. Makes sense to me.

Thanks!

In the Darkness of the Night

One, two fingers broke, bending at an awkward angle as it stuck Daxius’s left arm. That technique was not made for striking hard surfaces, or perhaps it was, but either way D’Angelo didn’t have the skill to pull it off without injury. He held back the pain, broken joints and bones had been a part of his earlier training.

D’Angelo was going to reply to Daxius’s words but they had reminded him of what he had momentarily forgotten about in the single mindedness rush that had over-taken him with the use of his Radiim technique. But, now that he registered the creatures words he could hear the shuffling sounds of the rushing creature. Without much of a thought D’Angelo dove forward, over the kneeling Daxius.

The dagger of the creature would be of no threat to him, however, the weapon that Daxius had acquired from D’Angelo a moment before tore into his calf and the ripped out, blood would flow easily, following him as a trail in the air, likely gushing across and onto Daxius with his leap. D’Angelo would come up from his dive in a role.

With both legs now injured he favored his left, the one that had been stabbed. While he wasn’t sure how bad the damage to the right leg, the one that had just been torn, he did not think it would support him for more than a few moments if he put all his weight on it. Worse, the use of his technique was going to make him tired and sluggish. Of course, he could use it again, but that only meant the effects would compound, or kill him if done too much.

He looked now at the running-shuffling zombie thing and the Cat-Demon. He knew one of his opponent’s arms was of little use, but he did not know the true strength of the undead that he had raised to fight him. Perhaps it would be wiser to flee, he thought? Then again, it likely wasn’t as he was sure that Daxius would probably track him the same way he found him earlier in the night.

Arena Chat Thread

Is there page describing the difference and limits of the three power-levels that can be selected for fighting?