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D'Angelo VS Black Rose Killer (Shidenblades VS Nightangel at the Mountain Monastery, Ranked Match)
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10 yrs ago
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D’Angelo could see that his words were having no outward effect on Jahar, which was a pity. The words, while filled with heat had truth in them as far as he was concerned. Yet, he knew that his truth would not be Jahars truth.
When Jahar’s claw came up and intercepted Kardia, twisting to lock it in place one of D’Angelos questions had been answered. Yes, enchanted weapons could stand up to the superiority of adamantine. He silently cursed magic for making things an even play ground, without that enhancement he likely would of carved straight through the claw and into his opponents hand. He knew It was a double standared.
Jahar had been partially right when he compared D’Angelo to an assassin. The man had trained extensively in the same weapon-set and skills as most classically trained assassins. He watched for the small tells a body gave. It was more than the rudimentary watching swordsmen did as far as body position, hand and foot placement; it was the shifting of the eyes, twitching of the nose and perspiration that almost always occurred. He watched so that he did not fall prey to his own style of combat, one filled with deception and tricks.
Of course, such a skill was far from full proof and could be tricked or countered. One way D’Angelo made up for that was by wearing a small bracelet around his left ankle, hidden inside his boot. That bracelet held seven out of eight possible charms, one of which vibrated with the use of magic within a hundred feet of him. It was not perfect, but in close combat situations such as this it had often proved the difference between life and death.
With his body square to his opponents D’Angelo knew he presented a large target to be struck at, all of the classical points on the body were ripe to be aimed at. Yet, it appeared that Jahar chose to attempt to hack his arm off below the shoulder. D’Angelo shifted his stance, stepping further to the right with his right foot and bringing his left quickly in line after that. Because his long sword was locked in place he had to turn his body to more of a fencer’s stance, only presenting his right side to Jahar.
The step would take him out of the Khopesh’s path so that it never neared his torso or head. His short sword was snapped out and down to block any follow up strike if Jahar attempted to reverse the downward motion with his one handed grip and swing it up, or level it off to a larger broader horizontal strike.
If Jahar still decided to unleash his blast of pure light then he would find D’Angelos left hand retracting from it and his head turning to the side, eyes closing as his opponent. It wasn’t a fear of being blinded, but rather an attempt to get away from what D’Angelo assumed would be a weapon erupting in a sheet of flame.
The result of the weapons blinding flash would be that the left side of D’Angelos face would be a bright red, as if sunburned, the rest of his body was protected by clothing. However, the blinding flash, while disorienting, would be mostly avoided by D’Angelos preemptive actions. He had the charm on his left ankle to thank for the briefest of warnings as well as his opponents tell-tale sign to avoid his own attack.
Either way there would be no counter attack from D’Angelo.
When Jahar’s claw came up and intercepted Kardia, twisting to lock it in place one of D’Angelos questions had been answered. Yes, enchanted weapons could stand up to the superiority of adamantine. He silently cursed magic for making things an even play ground, without that enhancement he likely would of carved straight through the claw and into his opponents hand. He knew It was a double standared.
Jahar had been partially right when he compared D’Angelo to an assassin. The man had trained extensively in the same weapon-set and skills as most classically trained assassins. He watched for the small tells a body gave. It was more than the rudimentary watching swordsmen did as far as body position, hand and foot placement; it was the shifting of the eyes, twitching of the nose and perspiration that almost always occurred. He watched so that he did not fall prey to his own style of combat, one filled with deception and tricks.
Of course, such a skill was far from full proof and could be tricked or countered. One way D’Angelo made up for that was by wearing a small bracelet around his left ankle, hidden inside his boot. That bracelet held seven out of eight possible charms, one of which vibrated with the use of magic within a hundred feet of him. It was not perfect, but in close combat situations such as this it had often proved the difference between life and death.
With his body square to his opponents D’Angelo knew he presented a large target to be struck at, all of the classical points on the body were ripe to be aimed at. Yet, it appeared that Jahar chose to attempt to hack his arm off below the shoulder. D’Angelo shifted his stance, stepping further to the right with his right foot and bringing his left quickly in line after that. Because his long sword was locked in place he had to turn his body to more of a fencer’s stance, only presenting his right side to Jahar.
The step would take him out of the Khopesh’s path so that it never neared his torso or head. His short sword was snapped out and down to block any follow up strike if Jahar attempted to reverse the downward motion with his one handed grip and swing it up, or level it off to a larger broader horizontal strike.
If Jahar still decided to unleash his blast of pure light then he would find D’Angelos left hand retracting from it and his head turning to the side, eyes closing as his opponent. It wasn’t a fear of being blinded, but rather an attempt to get away from what D’Angelo assumed would be a weapon erupting in a sheet of flame.
The result of the weapons blinding flash would be that the left side of D’Angelos face would be a bright red, as if sunburned, the rest of his body was protected by clothing. However, the blinding flash, while disorienting, would be mostly avoided by D’Angelos preemptive actions. He had the charm on his left ankle to thank for the briefest of warnings as well as his opponents tell-tale sign to avoid his own attack.
Either way there would be no counter attack from D’Angelo.
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The hairs on the back of D'Angelos neck stood on end when Jahar compared him to a common assassin. HIM, the second in command of the Veiled-Ones, someone that had earned his current position. D'Angelo seethed. Dark blue eyes flashed with the fury of an ocean storm, and the words caused him to abandon his stance and stand straight, long sword tip left to rest on the ground at his feet. He swirled his tongue between his lip and his teeth as if removing a bad taste. "Assassin?"
"You think the Veiled-Ones are... assassins?" D'Angelo paused mid-speech to add emphasis. His question was clearly rhetorical and he left no room for answer as he continued to speak, his tone low and simple, as if explaining something to a child. "Clearly, that was your first mistake. Oh Black-Vined one." He said with a mock half-bow. "However, if it is the matter of payment.." He reached into a smaller pouch that was near his back, pulled out a handful of coins, clearly not enough to cover even a small percentage of what the Veiled-Ones would have charged for a task.
He spit into his palm, on to the coins, and tossed them at Jahars feet. "We are not some dogs that you can merely command and point at a target. That is...that is..." He paused and raised an eyebrow. "...that is more your style, is it not? Point, and send the dog to go slaughter the target?" He nodded to himself, watching as Jahar pulled out a wicked looking claw, it came from the same bag that D'Angelo had seen necromantic magic emanating from. He would need to be weary of that.
He pulled his short sword, Tooth, from its resting place at his side. It was clear to anyone that had seen a weapon before that this short sword was not crafted, no. This was literally a large tooth from some ancient carnivorous creature, the which of likes Nicoli had never been able to figure out. But, its properties were extremely useful.
While D'Angel had unsheathed his weapon he mentally gave Kardia a command, switching its metal properties from the dark steel it had been to the equally dark adamantine. The only visible difference would be the lack of that minimum 'shine' quality that the sword had before, now it was simply a flat black. The sword was comparable in weight to what it had been, but now it was much, much harder and much sharper. While D'Angelo wasn't sure how it would fair against other enchanted items, he could and had stabbed right through un-enchanted shield and plate armor before, however, that was also while employing the Radiim technique.
He held both weapons out to his side for a moment, then stepped in the long sword in his right hand slashing across from right to left. His short sword stayed back and low, ready to be used defensively should the need arise. Regardless of what happened next D'Angelo decided that the 'time' for a traditional sword fight had passed, he would do what he had to kill this man, this individual who was even below assassins as far as he was concerned.
"You think the Veiled-Ones are... assassins?" D'Angelo paused mid-speech to add emphasis. His question was clearly rhetorical and he left no room for answer as he continued to speak, his tone low and simple, as if explaining something to a child. "Clearly, that was your first mistake. Oh Black-Vined one." He said with a mock half-bow. "However, if it is the matter of payment.." He reached into a smaller pouch that was near his back, pulled out a handful of coins, clearly not enough to cover even a small percentage of what the Veiled-Ones would have charged for a task.
He spit into his palm, on to the coins, and tossed them at Jahars feet. "We are not some dogs that you can merely command and point at a target. That is...that is..." He paused and raised an eyebrow. "...that is more your style, is it not? Point, and send the dog to go slaughter the target?" He nodded to himself, watching as Jahar pulled out a wicked looking claw, it came from the same bag that D'Angelo had seen necromantic magic emanating from. He would need to be weary of that.
He pulled his short sword, Tooth, from its resting place at his side. It was clear to anyone that had seen a weapon before that this short sword was not crafted, no. This was literally a large tooth from some ancient carnivorous creature, the which of likes Nicoli had never been able to figure out. But, its properties were extremely useful.
While D'Angel had unsheathed his weapon he mentally gave Kardia a command, switching its metal properties from the dark steel it had been to the equally dark adamantine. The only visible difference would be the lack of that minimum 'shine' quality that the sword had before, now it was simply a flat black. The sword was comparable in weight to what it had been, but now it was much, much harder and much sharper. While D'Angelo wasn't sure how it would fair against other enchanted items, he could and had stabbed right through un-enchanted shield and plate armor before, however, that was also while employing the Radiim technique.
He held both weapons out to his side for a moment, then stepped in the long sword in his right hand slashing across from right to left. His short sword stayed back and low, ready to be used defensively should the need arise. Regardless of what happened next D'Angelo decided that the 'time' for a traditional sword fight had passed, he would do what he had to kill this man, this individual who was even below assassins as far as he was concerned.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Arena Roleplay
The familiar feel of metal striking metal was something that D'Angelo welcomed. Other than in training he wondered how long it had been since he had last been challenged in open combat? This 'job' was highly unusual, everything about it was extremely unorthodox. Who was mad enough to take out a bounty on their own head? Clearly Jahar was. It was unheard of and something that D'Angelo couldn't grasp. His mind was too much like his fathers, there had to be an ulterior motive, something going on in the background that he could not yet see. A purpose beyond what was evident.
He let out a growl of frustration at his train of thought. It could very easily mistaken for the resistance his long sword met as it was pushed up high. He wouldn't let the attack compromise his balance and he so released Kardia with his left hand and let his sword be pushed high. D'Angelo then brought that left hand around from left to right, keeping it close to his chest. The result would be a make-shift palm strike that was used to defensively shove Jahars side kick to the right.
At the same time he pushed Jaharas attack wide he turned his body clockwise and shifted his right leg behind him so that it was behind his leading left leg. D'Angelos movement would end with the majority of his weight shifted to his rear right leg, his left hand was held palm facing his opponent with his fingers spread wide while his right arm was poised above him hand holding the sword above his head, blade pointed down at an angle so that the tip rested between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand without touching.
He held this stance for but a moment and let the dark ink like blackness that was covering him fade away, oozing downwards. He decided to act against his training and let a man foolish enough to sign his own death contract see the eyes of his killer. D'Angelo's grin was like that of a wolf, and like the predatory animal he began a slow walk to his right, Jahars left, without abandoning his stance. His movements were quick short steps in attempt to make it difficult for his opponent to catch him off balance should he choose to attack. It would also force Jahar to turn if he wished to keep his eyes on the target.
"You are lying to me." D'Angelo said, doing his best to keep his voice calm and void of emotion, though some anger was evident. He had decided that Jahar had called a Veiled-One here for a different reason, or part of a different scheme. D'Angelo simply couldn't accept that this was all out of simple curiosity.
He let out a growl of frustration at his train of thought. It could very easily mistaken for the resistance his long sword met as it was pushed up high. He wouldn't let the attack compromise his balance and he so released Kardia with his left hand and let his sword be pushed high. D'Angelo then brought that left hand around from left to right, keeping it close to his chest. The result would be a make-shift palm strike that was used to defensively shove Jahars side kick to the right.
At the same time he pushed Jaharas attack wide he turned his body clockwise and shifted his right leg behind him so that it was behind his leading left leg. D'Angelos movement would end with the majority of his weight shifted to his rear right leg, his left hand was held palm facing his opponent with his fingers spread wide while his right arm was poised above him hand holding the sword above his head, blade pointed down at an angle so that the tip rested between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand without touching.
He held this stance for but a moment and let the dark ink like blackness that was covering him fade away, oozing downwards. He decided to act against his training and let a man foolish enough to sign his own death contract see the eyes of his killer. D'Angelo's grin was like that of a wolf, and like the predatory animal he began a slow walk to his right, Jahars left, without abandoning his stance. His movements were quick short steps in attempt to make it difficult for his opponent to catch him off balance should he choose to attack. It would also force Jahar to turn if he wished to keep his eyes on the target.
"You are lying to me." D'Angelo said, doing his best to keep his voice calm and void of emotion, though some anger was evident. He had decided that Jahar had called a Veiled-One here for a different reason, or part of a different scheme. D'Angelo simply couldn't accept that this was all out of simple curiosity.
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D'Angelo said nothing else in reply, words would be wasted at the moment. The only thing that would convince the man before him would be actions. So be it. He thought. The only thing that bothered D'Angelo was his own willingness to cross swords with Jahar. While any True Veiled-One would never refer to them self as an assassin, assassinations is what they were known for, it was their bread and butter. He was thankful for the mask that covered his face so that his opponent could not see how hard is jaw was clenched.
As Jahar took the last few steps and then brought the weapon hoisted over his right shoulder down in a diagonal slash D'Angelo responded in kind. He shifted his weight at the last moment, he dropped to his back right knee, all his weight and pressured resting on that leg as he leaned his head back, he opponents Khopesh swinging by missing the top of his head by no more than an inch.
The evasive technique took only a moment. The knee touched down, the sword went by and D'Angelo kicked off that back leg while bringing his own long sword around in a two handed over-head strike that was aimed for Jahars lower right arm, the closer arm that was still gripping the Khopesh. It was a much closer target and easier to strike at rather than attempting to use time to close the gap and aim for his opponents body or head.
As Jahar took the last few steps and then brought the weapon hoisted over his right shoulder down in a diagonal slash D'Angelo responded in kind. He shifted his weight at the last moment, he dropped to his back right knee, all his weight and pressured resting on that leg as he leaned his head back, he opponents Khopesh swinging by missing the top of his head by no more than an inch.
The evasive technique took only a moment. The knee touched down, the sword went by and D'Angelo kicked off that back leg while bringing his own long sword around in a two handed over-head strike that was aimed for Jahars lower right arm, the closer arm that was still gripping the Khopesh. It was a much closer target and easier to strike at rather than attempting to use time to close the gap and aim for his opponents body or head.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Arena Roleplay
D'Angelo withdrew his left hand from his many pouches without opening them, perhaps he wouldn't need to result to any of his tricks. The dark unblinking orbs that hid his own eyes watched as Jahr pulled forth his larger than average Khopesh from his back. He remembered the particular aura that surrounded that weapon, something of the evocation school. But exactly what it was D'Angelo wasn't sure, given its origin and the unnatural way it shone light he had to assume some sort of fire enchantment. As far as enchantments on weapons went fire was one of the most common, he decided to plan for that outcome.
To D'Angelo it seemed that Jahar moved with a practiced ease, and wielded his enchanted bronze sword in a similar fashion. D'Angelo did not think for a moment that his opponents bronze khopesh would be as soft as one not enchanted by magic.
D'Angelo's left foot stayed where it was while his right slipped back, the whole of his body facing Jahar. Both of his arms were down, his right hand gripping the weapon up by the cross guard while his left seemed to rest on the pommel of the weapon. There was a slight tilt to the blade, the point of the blade pointed down at an angle and very slightly behind him. It was a common stance that many referred to as 'Iron Gate.'
"You will die up here." He stated matter-o-factly, hi voice unaffected by the darkness that covered his face despite that the inky like substance that covered his mouth didn't move to mirror his words, it was like a mask. D'Angelo held his ground, continuing to study the man that had lured him here. No, no lured he realized. Jahar had literally paid for his own executioner out of a sheer need for a challenge.
"Prepare yourself."
To D'Angelo it seemed that Jahar moved with a practiced ease, and wielded his enchanted bronze sword in a similar fashion. D'Angelo did not think for a moment that his opponents bronze khopesh would be as soft as one not enchanted by magic.
D'Angelo's left foot stayed where it was while his right slipped back, the whole of his body facing Jahar. Both of his arms were down, his right hand gripping the weapon up by the cross guard while his left seemed to rest on the pommel of the weapon. There was a slight tilt to the blade, the point of the blade pointed down at an angle and very slightly behind him. It was a common stance that many referred to as 'Iron Gate.'
"You will die up here." He stated matter-o-factly, hi voice unaffected by the darkness that covered his face despite that the inky like substance that covered his mouth didn't move to mirror his words, it was like a mask. D'Angelo held his ground, continuing to study the man that had lured him here. No, no lured he realized. Jahar had literally paid for his own executioner out of a sheer need for a challenge.
"Prepare yourself."
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10 yrs ago
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As a child Nicoli had been forced to fight others his age, boy and girl. Not only had he been forced to fight them but he had to kill them. He hadn't given it much thought, truthfully, but he suspected that's where his comfort with death stemmed from. The sound, coppery smell and taste, even how it felt were all comforting to the Veiled-One. It wasn't enjoyable, never that. But there was a certain amount of peace created by the scene around him. Yet, the disdain remained evident on his features.
There was no need to look around the court-yard again, Nicoli knew exactly where each body lay and in what position it was hunched. He lowered his left hand and tucked his necklace back under his shirt as Jahar reached the bottom step. The magic had shown him each of the mans magical items and Nicoli had been able to decipher what school each of them belonged to according to what his item showed to, but he still wasn't exactly sure what they did.
"Sloppy. But adequate." He replied as he reached up and undid the clasp of his own cloak. He gathered the heavy cloak up and tossed it far to his right, off of the raised platform and onto the sand below. His hands fell to rest on the swords at his sides as he worked over all the information he had on his opponent. Despite his professional distaste for the mess, Nicoli couldn't argue its effectiveness and the message it presented.
"You've set this up for yourself." He stated. "You hired us to kill you." He said again, piecing together Jahars words as he spoke about his choice of location. Nicoli knew that neither men had the whole picture of one another. While Jahar likely heard smatterings of the Veiled-Ones, Nicoli had heard the same about the individual before him. As part of their final test those wishing to become Veiled-Ones had been sent after this man before as a sort of test. None had returned, Nicoli figured he was about to find out why.
"You do not know what you've done." He said calmly, drawing out his black steel long sword in to his right hand, while his left fidgeted with the pouches on his belt, dancing back and forth over them as if deciding which cruel tactic to employ first. "But I will show you, I will bring the Angels unto you."
As he finished speaking a dark inky liquid started to cover Nicoli's skin, it wouldn't become evident until it reached his neck and face, covering them entirely so that his facial features were all but hidden beneath the dark inky veil. Every so often streaks of deep blue and dark red could be seen passing over his face, swirling as the magical concealment continued to wash over him. Where his eyes had been were two pitch-black pits darker than ink and they watched Jahar intently.
D'Angelo was ready for combat.
There was no need to look around the court-yard again, Nicoli knew exactly where each body lay and in what position it was hunched. He lowered his left hand and tucked his necklace back under his shirt as Jahar reached the bottom step. The magic had shown him each of the mans magical items and Nicoli had been able to decipher what school each of them belonged to according to what his item showed to, but he still wasn't exactly sure what they did.
"Sloppy. But adequate." He replied as he reached up and undid the clasp of his own cloak. He gathered the heavy cloak up and tossed it far to his right, off of the raised platform and onto the sand below. His hands fell to rest on the swords at his sides as he worked over all the information he had on his opponent. Despite his professional distaste for the mess, Nicoli couldn't argue its effectiveness and the message it presented.
"You've set this up for yourself." He stated. "You hired us to kill you." He said again, piecing together Jahars words as he spoke about his choice of location. Nicoli knew that neither men had the whole picture of one another. While Jahar likely heard smatterings of the Veiled-Ones, Nicoli had heard the same about the individual before him. As part of their final test those wishing to become Veiled-Ones had been sent after this man before as a sort of test. None had returned, Nicoli figured he was about to find out why.
"You do not know what you've done." He said calmly, drawing out his black steel long sword in to his right hand, while his left fidgeted with the pouches on his belt, dancing back and forth over them as if deciding which cruel tactic to employ first. "But I will show you, I will bring the Angels unto you."
As he finished speaking a dark inky liquid started to cover Nicoli's skin, it wouldn't become evident until it reached his neck and face, covering them entirely so that his facial features were all but hidden beneath the dark inky veil. Every so often streaks of deep blue and dark red could be seen passing over his face, swirling as the magical concealment continued to wash over him. Where his eyes had been were two pitch-black pits darker than ink and they watched Jahar intently.
D'Angelo was ready for combat.
Ah. My apologies. If I may, I suggest putting that somewhere down on the character sheet. I know you had it on there before, but it seems you removed the WIP during your editing.
I'm sure that once your character is finished and people see what she is capable of that you'll get a match.
I'm sure that once your character is finished and people see what she is capable of that you'll get a match.
So, your character confuses me HangedMan.
From reading it, it looks like you can make up whatever magic and items you want/need on the spot?
From reading it, it looks like you can make up whatever magic and items you want/need on the spot?
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With the red lens pressed to his left eye it took but a moment to spot the heat that the body gave off. Jahar, who would normally be all but impossible to see while hidden in the darkness of the opening, shone brightly through the red tinted lens. The man was near identical in body composition to Nicoli, perhaps slightly taller, but he couldn't be for sure at this distance, while staring up through his magic item.
Before he lowered his left hand, Nicoli shifted through the other three lenses on the necklace in a matter of seconds. It was only after he settled on the blue tinted lens that he shifted his view to the old mans head, his mouth open wide in a silent scream and eyes froze wide in terror. Again, displeasure coursed through the Veiled-One, who viewed creating death as an art, not as...well... whatever this was, he wasn't sure. A massacre maybe?
He shifted his view back to the man above him, standing at the top of the stairs in the open space of the door frame. Through his blue tinted gaze he let the magic of the lens do its work and show him any magical auras that surrounded the man or his weapons. While Nicoli wouldn't be able to devise the purpose of any such items or enchantments with the lens, it would, if given a several moments, allow him to garner what sort of magic was at work.
"You are Sahir'Ka." He stated, his voice carrying on the night sky easily enough. Nicoli assumed they were alone, for only death could be this still, this silent. With his right hand he gestured at the handful of corpses that littered the ground. "The Red Butcher." He clarified, knowing the man likely wouldn't understand the pseudo-language the Veiled-Ones had been developing for themselves.
Before he lowered his left hand, Nicoli shifted through the other three lenses on the necklace in a matter of seconds. It was only after he settled on the blue tinted lens that he shifted his view to the old mans head, his mouth open wide in a silent scream and eyes froze wide in terror. Again, displeasure coursed through the Veiled-One, who viewed creating death as an art, not as...well... whatever this was, he wasn't sure. A massacre maybe?
He shifted his view back to the man above him, standing at the top of the stairs in the open space of the door frame. Through his blue tinted gaze he let the magic of the lens do its work and show him any magical auras that surrounded the man or his weapons. While Nicoli wouldn't be able to devise the purpose of any such items or enchantments with the lens, it would, if given a several moments, allow him to garner what sort of magic was at work.
"You are Sahir'Ka." He stated, his voice carrying on the night sky easily enough. Nicoli assumed they were alone, for only death could be this still, this silent. With his right hand he gestured at the handful of corpses that littered the ground. "The Red Butcher." He clarified, knowing the man likely wouldn't understand the pseudo-language the Veiled-Ones had been developing for themselves.
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