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Post by Tiz on Jul 6, 2015 15:23:39 GMT -6
The sound of clashing metal rang through the hair.
Sweat dripped down Tiz's face as he was caught in a sword guard lock, the wrapped metal blade of his weapon biting heavily against the thicker, wider blade of his opponent. The crowd cheered wildly, fists going up the air and shouts and yells of both anger and excitement rang through the two men's ears. This was his third round, and he had won his first two with ease, managing to stay in the ring longer than anyone else had that day. It was half-expected; most of the people in the ring with him weren't military trained vets, and the ones that were had been fresh blood, people that had either recently joined and wanted to test their mettle and their metal. He hadn't faced anyone worth writing home about yet, and while Tiz didn't mind it, he was looking for more excitement.
He'd finally found it in this third match.
The man he faced was a large, brutish man with a wide, heavy blade nearly the length of Tiz's body. His upper body was more muscular than Tiz's was, but Tiz had the fortunate advantage of being infinitely faster, and while he may be unable to strike as hard, or have the breadth of attack range, he could outmaneuver the man with little effort. He smiled, leaning into the guard lock as the man grunted. This was the first one that they'd head, and Tiz was finding it difficult to stay in place. His feet were firmly rooted in the earth, but the man could so easily just push against his blade and push Tiz right along with it.
"Tough guy, huh?" Tiz asked, smiling, through gritted teeth. The man didn't speak, but laughed in response. He pushed again, almost knocking Tiz off balance, but the young swordsman leaped back, bringing his slender sword down with him as he did so. The man recklessly charged; this was his advantage, as unwise as it might've looked, simply because of his size and ferocity. But Tiz was faster.
He lifted himself up on the balls of his feet and dashed effortlessly to the side a solid six feet as the man came down with a strong, vertical slash that might've actually killed Tiz. It worried him a bit, since the rules stipulated that killing your opponent would result in execution; these were games, after all, and it was easy enough to win without causing any damage. The first strike to land: those were the rules. The first to strike true would be the victor, no matter how minor the hit. Tiz had advantages in these fights because of his speed, and while he was certainly strong, this man had him beat sixteen times over in brute force.
As Tiz dashed through the air, he brought his sword up diagonally, coming from his lower left, and slashed at the man right as he landed beside him, his feet kicking up a cloud of dust. He'd done it.
Very gently, he had cut the man's arm. The wound was shallow and small, but it bled nonetheless. The crowd cheered just as they had before, and Tiz sheathed his weapon.
Smiling and chuckling, as he always did, Tiz shook the hand of his opponent. "Nice game, buddy." He said authentically, patting the big man on his shoulder before he exited the ring.
The referee shouted out into the crowd as Tiz slowly took a drink from his leather water pack.
"Who's next?!"
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Siegfried Aschdenne
Mercenary
"You can never end a cycle of hatred with death. So long as there's life...you can start a new one,"
Posts: 54
Profession: Freelance
Affiliation: Ilia
Guild: Ulfric's Mercenaries
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Siegfried Aschdenne
OoC Alias: Siegfried
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Post by Siegfried Aschdenne on Jul 6, 2015 15:34:58 GMT -6
Siegfried and his company were in good spirits. They had just finished up a decent paying job in Laus with few complications. It was the typical droll work: escort timid merchant from point A to point B, but it was easy and it paid well. Ulfric certainly wasn't complaining, and if he was happy then the entire company was. Since the job had just finished the company was celebrating it's usual down time
And down time was interesting.
While Ulfric and the other higher ups in the company did some scouting for more work, everyone else was free to do as they pleased. Siegfried, being the hard worker that he was, tried to get a spar out of his comrades. None seemed to be in the mood and were more interested in finding a good tavern or brothel in the area. So Siegfried wandered a bit instead, looking for something to do. He could train more on his own but nothing really matched the raw experience of clashing blades with another.
That's when he heard it: the shout of a referee. Was it a jousting tourney? No, there was no way. Those were held in grand stadiums with nobles lining the audience.
Siegfried made his way towards the source of the noise and grinned as he saw two men going at it. He watched them dance the dance of blades and saw that the smaller fellow with the quicker arm drew first blood, and took the victory. It seemed to be little more than a dueling competition, and the sight brought back some fond memories from Siegfried's past. Memories of going toe to toe with the members of his village: who were nearly all trained in some form of combat like most Ilians these days.
He couldn't help but step forward when the referee shouted for a new challenger.
"I'm game," He stated with a confident smile, his hand gripping the handle of his sword as he approached the brown haired myrmidon.
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Post by Tiz on Jul 6, 2015 15:43:58 GMT -6
A wide smile broke out across Tiz's face as he watched the new guy come into the ring. A man likely 7 or 8 years younger than he, by the looks of it, but a fair man, a man who looked hardened by battle, but above all, confident. Tiz liked that. He was happy that timidity didn't exist in the ring, and to see someone so forward when presented with the chance to fight, especially in a friendly competition, made him happy.
Cracking his neck as he moved his head towards either of his shoulders, Tiz smiled at the new guy, and stepped back to his starting place in the ring, right behind a white line. He offered his hand out for the man to shake before resting it on the hilt of his weapon. "Nice to meet ya, I'm Tiz." he said happily. He looked over to the ref, who stood a good deal away from them with his hand raised in the air, indicating that it was not yet time for the two to begin.
Tiz crouched down low, his legs spread apart, resting one hand on the sheath of his weapon and another upon its hilt. This was good. Armor. Shorter than he, but not by much. Cape. Fair features... But eyes of fire. This kid meant business. Great, Tiz thought, business is what he wanted. He drew the layered blade just a touch out of its hilt, the metal glinting in the sun. He wouldn't draw it fully yet... He had new tactic in mind, something he didn't often use. He smirked at the new guy.
"Tell ya what," he said to his new friend as the ref controlled the crowd. "You beat me, I buy you lunch. Let's jam."
The ref lowered his hand and Tiz crouched a little lower, leaning in towards his opponent with a coy smile on his face. "Your move, big guy."
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Siegfried Aschdenne
Mercenary
"You can never end a cycle of hatred with death. So long as there's life...you can start a new one,"
Posts: 54
Profession: Freelance
Affiliation: Ilia
Guild: Ulfric's Mercenaries
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Siegfried Aschdenne
OoC Alias: Siegfried
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Post by Siegfried Aschdenne on Jul 6, 2015 17:08:32 GMT -6
"Well met, Tiz. I'm Siegfried," Siegfried replied as he sized up his opponent. The brunette was taller than he was, but he was a slimmer build. He'd be a quick on in battle, for sure, and his armour and clothing seemed lighter than Siegfried's. Sieg reckoned he'd have an advantage in pure strength and maybe durability, but when it came to speed and stamina Tiz would likely have the edge. Sieg was confident, but he knew better than to underestimate his opponent. He learned that lesson the hard way when he first met Ulfric.
Siegfried drew his sword and held it in front of him with both hands, taking his stance and smirking at his opponent's proposal. "Lunch eh? You're on,"
As soon as he heard the ref's signal Siegfried dashed forward. He tilted his sword and slashed it diagonally at Tiz, but yet the swing was not meant to be a deathblow. Siegfried was more than familiar with the rules of a duel: you aim for a checkmate such has having your weapon at the enemies throat if they're downed, disarming your opponent, or force them to yield.
If Siegfried's swing was parried then he would do his best to pull back, and if it was evaded then he would try and parry Tiz's counterstrike.
Tiz had yet to draw his sword, so Siegfried didn't know exactly what to expect.
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Post by Tiz on Jul 6, 2015 19:44:43 GMT -6
The smirk across his face grew wider as this Siegfried introduced himself, then charging forward with the ref's call. This was good. He was ambitious, forward, and diligent; a trained fighter, no doubt, both from the looks of him and by his actions. His eyes looked forward and ready, filled with the same confidence that he carried about his person. If there was a personality type that Tiz enjoyed fighting, it was these, the people that were as headstrong and passionate as he himself was. This was great.
"But if I win, you buy me lunch!" Tiz shouted over the noise, leaping a solid eight feet backwards at great speed as the man charged. Tiz still didn't draw his sword, and he knew he didn't need to jump back so far, but he wanted to test his muscles, test his speed, get a feel for the fight he was about to have. The slash from his opponent was wide and covered a great area; the diagonal swing would've been tough to dodge from the side, and probably a pain to parry; Tiz could've done it, but feeling out his opponent was more important. If this fight wouldn't be easy, and he expected it wouldn't be, he didn't want to be reckless.
Once his feet landed in the dust behind him, in one swift and fluid motion he drew his slender, curved blade from its sheath and spun it once around in his hand, and then let it fall in place in his right hand, bringing then his left down below it, holding it to the side. The tip was curved and pointed sharply, but the slender blade was not made for slashing through armor like his. Fortunately, he didn't need to kill him.
Tiz found it fortunate that he had always neglected to wear armor except his Swordfaire Division pauldron; it kept him light and fast, and kept the bulk to a minimum.
Lifting himself up on the balls on his feet, Tiz slowly stepped forward, then with great speed, dashed forward, coming at the man with a charged lunge, pointing his blade straight forward towards the man's middle. His strike was fast and fierce; his aim was to gain ground, since the blow could likely be easily dodged with a jump to the side or, if the kid could do it, a leap back as far as the one he'd made. His best options were to lunge and follow through with a slash, but he would worry about that after the man decided his course of action. Flying through the air, Tiz kept the smirk wide on his face. He was excited.
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Siegfried Aschdenne
Mercenary
"You can never end a cycle of hatred with death. So long as there's life...you can start a new one,"
Posts: 54
Profession: Freelance
Affiliation: Ilia
Guild: Ulfric's Mercenaries
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Siegfried Aschdenne
OoC Alias: Siegfried
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Post by Siegfried Aschdenne on Jul 6, 2015 20:27:33 GMT -6
"Of course! I was expecting nothing less!" Siegfried laughed as Tiz evaded his atack.
Siegfried was impressed with his opponent's speed, but at the same time he had expected his opponent to be the speedy type. He brought his blade back in front of him to ready himself for Tiz's first strike, which he had no doubt was coming after a leap that extreme.
However because Tiz had created so much distance between himself and Siegfried, the latter had ample time to prepare himself for the former's counterattack. Siegfried pivoted as Tiz neared him, angling himself so that his body was no longer lined up with that curved blade. Siegfried raised his sword up to his shoulder but not above his head. To lift the sword too high up would leave him open for a quick strike at his torso before he could even swing. This would be another diagonal swing, with the bonus of giving him good position to press an offensive even if his swing were to miss or be parried.
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Ulai
Myrmidon
Nothing to be done.
Posts: 37
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Ulai on Jul 6, 2015 20:48:19 GMT -6
Ah, the lusty smell of a city at war with itself. Only in a world filled so vibrantly with hot blooded adventurers could the stench overpower the nostrils at that first sting felt so long away from the actual bounds of an urban center. Yet without the vibrant blood boiling feeling of the darker parts of a city, is there any true flare for something so romantic as life? No, it is in the flaws of humanity that we see its true beauty, and that is- Ulai abruptly put down his quill and ripped the page out of his journal. That was complete and utter trash, and Ulai should slap himself for writing it. Ulai got up from his seat, or rather down. He had taken a somewhat seat, somewhat lay on a wall that separated two city streets. Dropping the few feet, Ulai set his feet to walking.
He did not make it far before his nostrils were stung with the scent of lusty blood being- no, that line didn't work at all. Not at all in a book, not at all in his mind. Anyway, Ulai had stumbled upon a sword fight. Two men, both skilled, but one looked to have the advantage. The lighter one, in blue. He was more experienced, or at least the more experienced duelist, but he was tired. This was not his first sword rodeo (of the day). It made for an interesting match up. Most of those in attendance stood around, but Ulai took a different approach. Stretching his legs out in front of him, Ulai took a seat.
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Post by Tiz on Jul 6, 2015 20:50:55 GMT -6
"Great!" Tiz shouted as he came forward with his blade. This was good. He was in a good place, with a good opponent. This would be fun, and afterwards, they could eat. That was what he wanted most right now... He hadn't eaten all day, and he'd been in the ring for quite a while.
Tiz's smile grew wider as his opponent sidestepped his attack, bringing his sword up and down across the way, throwing another diagonal slash right at Tiz as he had lunged forward. This was fine; Tiz used the momentum he still carried from his lunge to tuck himself forward into a roll. "Nope, sorry!" He said playfully as his somersaulted forward, pivoting himself around as he completed his roll. He had rolled cleanly past the strike, so he picked himself up quickly and brushed the dirt off of him. He cracked his neck again to both sides... His other opponents hadn't really pushed him; this man was going to give him his money's worth. Finally, Tiz thought. If he could do this forever and not worry about actually killing anyone, he'd be in a good place.
"Alright," he said, exhaling deeply as he took a few slow steps to his opponent. He brought his sword down to his right, pointing it at the dirt in front of him. His left hand remained on his left side, extended out, as if he were going to grab hold of the dirt underneath him. He wanted to ask the man his story, but he could do that later.
Tiz closed his eyes a moment, declining to attack right off. He pictured himself looking at his own body, standing from the outside. He blackened his surroundings, collecting the natural energy building up inside of him. He breathed in deeply, feeling his toned leg muscles beginning to tingle as the energy collected around his thighs, calves, and feet. Gently, Tiz lifted himself up onto the balls of his feet, and specs of dirt and dust moved ever so slightly around them, away from him. He opened his wild blue eyes, and with absolutely no warning, augmented his celerity and dashed forward at the man, at a blinding speed that blurred his entire frame, almost rendering him invisible.
With a would-be reckless charge, Tiz shouted and brought his blade, which was pointed back, up and forward, in an upward diagonal slash towards the man. To block the strike would surely send his opponent backwards a good ways, because of the force of his skill, but dodging, as Tiz knew, would be next to impossible at his speed. This skill was something he'd honed when he fought Dak, and he was beginning to get a feel for how to use it.
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Siegfried Aschdenne
Mercenary
"You can never end a cycle of hatred with death. So long as there's life...you can start a new one,"
Posts: 54
Profession: Freelance
Affiliation: Ilia
Guild: Ulfric's Mercenaries
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Siegfried Aschdenne
OoC Alias: Siegfried
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Post by Siegfried Aschdenne on Jul 6, 2015 21:13:08 GMT -6
Siegfried only grew further impressed at his opponent's movements. The fact that he had managed to evade his counterattack so readily despite the position he had put himself in was admirable. The man looked Sacaen, at least a little bit...that would explain it. Sacaen's were known for sharp eyes and swift steps to make up for a bit of power in their swings. Tch, Siegfried mentally chided himself for not noticing earlier.
When Tiz began to use his skill, however...Siegfried was shocked. In his years of sparring, dueling, training, and fighting...he had never seen someone do anything quite like that. His opponent dashed with speed Siegfried would have thought to be inhuman had he need just bore witness to it. There was no way in hell he would be able to dodge a strike such as that.
So instead Siegfried relied on instinct. He hastily brought his sword in front of him defensively, in the hopes of blocked the next attack, and when it came the velocity behind the blow was enough to send Siegfried stumbling backwards with a grunt. He hid the ground with a groan and had to take a second to catch his breath.
This feels familiar... He couldn't help but think. He was reminded of that time when Ulfric first bested him, but the man had used no crazy technique like Tiz had. Ulfric had bested him with sheer experience, power, and swiftness. Simple swordplay...
He couldn't help but grin, even as he knew he would lose this duel. That there was so much for him to learn, so much power and skill for him to obtain, and a new belief that Siegfried's mentor definitely knew techniques such as this one but hadn't even needed to use them for as long as Siegfried has known him...how could he not be excited? Even with this loss Siegfried had learned so much so quickly.
He tried to sit up, his hand still gripping his sword, and gave his opponent a grin, "I've never faced an attack such as that,"
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Ulai
Myrmidon
Nothing to be done.
Posts: 37
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Ulai on Jul 6, 2015 22:20:25 GMT -6
By the beard of Rayl Torien, the man was fast. Ulai had never seen such a burst of speed. It was like a drop of rain- No it wasn't. It was like a man moving incredibly fast. And by the lance of Alan, it was something incredible to watch. Ulai sat up, rocking himself up so that he rested with his elbows on his knees. The other man represented himself well. Ulai was unsure if he would have been able to defend himself against such an attack, but then again he had little experience with one on one fighting. Most of his training was like a battle, hectic, and he was glad for it at times when his life had truly been on the line. Still, even these men who were fighting in a manufactured situation could probably handle him.
Ulai watched as the slightly larger swordsman tumbled to the ground. The man tried to rise, and gave his opponent an honest compliment. The dark swordsman was surprised at the man's resolve as well as his good attitude. He didn't know many fighting men, or men in general, who would rise so casually from being put down. Well, rise metaphorically, though Ulai didn't think rising from such a fall would be easy. Ulai allowed himself to fall back once more, clearly annoying a few of the other spectators, but he didn't mind. They could all see over him, or find another spot. Ulai unclipped his sword from his belt, and lightly tapped his fingers against its leather sheath. A small smile lit his face. He'd have to see if there could be any more challengers before he threw his hat into the ring.
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Post by Tiz on Jul 6, 2015 22:34:30 GMT -6
Tiz smiled happily, pleased with his opponent. He faced someone not only of skill, but of good sport, and seemingly of good character. He had faced him fearlessly, come forward without hesitation, and had even accepted his fate, though in all honestly, he may not have been down for the count, since Tiz didn't push his attack forward. The Sacaean swordsman laughed a big belly laugh, sheathing his slender blade with a nice click as it met the end of the case at his waist. "So that's it, then? Get ready, kiddo, there'll be more than that headed your way." Tiz laughed, walking towards the man a bit, but not closing the distance completely.
He seemed to have faith that this kid would do some spectacular things, and he thought this because there were indeed many things that could be shared in battle that couldn't be shared in conversation. Skill and determination, as well as ambition, were three of those things. Having sensed them all in this man, Tiz was pleased enough. He'd gotten what he wanted, and he wasn't in this to win, he was in it for fun.
Unclasping the entire sheath from his waist, Tiz tossed his weapon to the ground at his side.
The crowd gasped, then grew silent. The ref looked his way, and Tiz shot him a smile. Disarming your opponent was a way to win automatically... And Siegfried still had his weapon. Tiz did not. "Well, looks like the fourth round did me in." He looked over to Siegfried and winked, then walked over to the ref and shook his hand. "It's been fun," he said honestly, nodding to the man as he did. Tiz walked over to Siegfried, still composing himself, and offered him a hand up.
"You've got guts and skill, two things you need to be good at what you do. That was a good fight." He smiled at the man, patted him on his shoulder once, then turned to the ground, offering the man up to everyone there.
"Anybody out there think they can take my conqueror?"
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Siegfried Aschdenne
Mercenary
"You can never end a cycle of hatred with death. So long as there's life...you can start a new one,"
Posts: 54
Profession: Freelance
Affiliation: Ilia
Guild: Ulfric's Mercenaries
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Siegfried Aschdenne
OoC Alias: Siegfried
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Post by Siegfried Aschdenne on Jul 6, 2015 22:55:19 GMT -6
Siegfried blinked, a little shocked at Tiz's actions. Not only had the man thrown away his streak, but he now owed him lunch technically. Tch, Siegfried didn't like that part. He'd still make sure the food they ate later came out of his pocket and not his opponent's. He could admit defeat and give a compliment, but he still had his pride.
The blonde haired man stood up and gave Tiz a nod, "I appreciate the compliments, sir, but lunch later is still on me. You had that match fair and square, we both know it,"
Siegfried had been right not to underestimate the Sacaen myrmidon. He proved himself to be quite the swordsman and an interesting character as well. He didn't boast about his victory...or even really TAKE his own victory. It had been a good fight, as not every battle lasts for an eternity, but it inspired Siegfried even further to improve himself and face new challenges. Though the idea of taking this false victory still left him feeling a bit off.
Still, Siegfried was a little happy he'd have the chance to have another go. He wasn't quite exhausted yet, far from it in fact. He had loads of energy bundled up now after Tiz's display and felt a strong urge to keep going until he lost again. He was certain that if he did taste defeat again today that his opponent would not have the same odd spirit that Tiz had.
Sure enough one man stepped forward. He was a little older, up in years, and he had a bit a of stutter to his step. Too much ale in his belly, it seemed. Siegfried frowned a little but took his blade up. He wasn't one to say no to a challenger, even if they were a touch drunk.
The referee, however, was. He rudely shouted at the drunkard to sheathe his weapon and step out of the arena. The drunkard cussed and spat in anger, but one of his mates ran up and dragged him back. Siegfried felt a bit relieved at this. He was certain he would have just made a fool of the drunk and wanted to avoid that particular scene. The referee then went on to ask if anyone sober wanted to challenge him.
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Ulai
Myrmidon
Nothing to be done.
Posts: 37
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Ulai on Jul 6, 2015 23:53:23 GMT -6
Ulai watched as the men talked with each other. A bond forged in a trial of steel, how interesting. Maybe that was what Ulai should write about. It seemed existentialist stories of how big the world was no longer held Ulai's interest when it came to writing. That, or Ulai simply had no talent for them. Iron Bonds, there was something of a ring to it. Then before he knew it, he was invited to step into the ring. Well, really anyone was, but Ulai chose to accept.
Quick as a cat Ulai was on his feet, walking forward into the ring. He let his sheath fall to the ground as he pulled its blade from it. He spoke up, his lazy voice rolling out of his mouth like a cat stretching in a beam of sunlight, "I'll take a quick fight. Name's Ulai friend." The Nabatan smiled, then took his stance.
His left foot drifted a few inches forward in the dirt. He set his right foot solidly a good foot and a half from the left, and rested his weight on it. Bending at the knees, Ulai lifted his sword arm, the right one, over his head, pointing the tip of his blade down at his opponent. His other arm he held close to his chest.
Smiling, the Nabatan swordsmen said, "Please, this is your arena now, you get the first move." Despite his taking a very active stance, his voice still held that same air of ambivalence, though he was not in the slightest uninterested. Despite the fact that neither man shared his style, the Nabatan Dance, the man in blue probably fought more like he did than the opponent Ulai would face, fast and dodgy. This man was doubtless stronger than Ulai, and he needed to keep that in mind.
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Post by Tiz on Jul 7, 2015 9:09:50 GMT -6
"Hah!" Tiz offered another delighted laugh, playfully punching the merc in his chestplate. "Yeah, whatever. I just want to eat." Tiz kept it in his mind that he would be sure to pay; it wasn't a huge deal to him, and the sooner he could get some food in his stomach, the better. He had, although, left the man in the ring; he could continue fighting should he so choose.... And regardless of the hunger in his stomach, Tiz hoped he did; he wanted more time to assess the man's skill and style. This was a fun day; why end it early?
Walking back towards the center of the ring, Tiz retrieved his sheathed weapon and reattached it to his hip, giving it a nice shake to make sure it was attached. He rested his hand atop the pommel, though in truth his blade didn't have much of one. Tiz raised an eyebrow, confused, as a drunken opponent stepped into the ring... Great, he thought, this is how people die. This is what turns games into accidents. As he was about to address the issue, the ref took care of it, and Tiz sighed happily before turning to give a wave to his former opponent, excited to step out and take sight of what would happen.
As he did, another man, dark-skinned and broad, stepped into the ring with a carefree attitude and offer. Tiz stepped back, near the edge of the entrance gate, so he could get a good view of both fighters. He leaned his weight against the fence railing, letting his arms lean over it lazily as his green eyes followed both figures. Ulai and Siegfried... He wondered who would win. A smile drew itself upon his happy face as he internally placed his bets.
This new man took a stance he wasn't familiar with... It looked sloppy, but purposefully so, as if he would be on his feet frequently, perhaps with ballet-esque twirls and smooth dodges, but he wasn't sure. It was completely new to him; he hadn't faced anyone to take such a stance. Sieg took his stance, it seemed, as before, and Tiz leaned in a bit as the ref gave the call to start the match.
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Siegfried Aschdenne
Mercenary
"You can never end a cycle of hatred with death. So long as there's life...you can start a new one,"
Posts: 54
Profession: Freelance
Affiliation: Ilia
Guild: Ulfric's Mercenaries
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Siegfried Aschdenne
OoC Alias: Siegfried
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Post by Siegfried Aschdenne on Jul 7, 2015 12:01:38 GMT -6
Siegfried chuckled at his former opponent. It appeared he was too hungry to continue fighting. Well, he supposed that was as good a reason as any to take a break. Siegfried could use a bite himself but he was far more interested in getting at least one more good match while he was here. T'would be a waste otherwise, plus he'd be left unable to take some honour from this experience if he left with just one loss.
As the drunkard was dragged off a new man stepped in, and a sober one at that. He was dark skinned and red of hair, a Nabatan. Siegfried didn't often get the chance to test his mettle against one of the desert people, but he had heard that they often fight with a foreign grace. A little similar to the Sacaens yet very unique. He was certain to get a good battle out of this one.
This man in particular took what Siegfried would call a "relaxed" stance. It wasn't a tense or particularly readied one himself, but it also wasn't one that Siegfried could take lightly. If the other man was quick enough it left a number of options left for him to take once Sieg himself made the first move. Tch, he'd have to be careful not to make the same mistakes he made with Tiz earlier.
"Well met Ulai," Siegfried responded, taking his stance once again, "My name is Siegfried,"
Once he made his introduction he waited but one second before rushing the man. Instead of opening with a diagonal slash like before Siegfried instead went with a horizontal one, again taking care to ensure that if his slash struck it wouldn't be a death blow. If Ulai parried the blade Siegfried would try to push him back and overpower him. If the man dodged Siegfried would do his best to follow up with another slash, not willing to give up the offensive this time around.
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