Torman
Fighter
Mankind will have nothing if men lose faith in one another.
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Post by Torman on Sept 9, 2013 18:27:14 GMT -6
Torman's guess had been right. Tiv had made his move toward him. Torman was glad he'd readied himself or else Torman wouldn't be walking for a while. He jumped over the swordsman's low sweep and moved back from him. Xeon would be sure to strike at Tiv now that the sword user was occupied attacking Torman. The fighter felt like a chess master, moving the pieces so the favor fell upon himself. But no use dropping his guard now.
Gotta keep on your toes, Torman, or else you won't have many left to stand on
Torman waited for Xeon to make his strike and then, we would make the finishing blow. What a nice way to win fifty gold.
[OoC: Yeah, this would be the perfect time for that]
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Post by Valcrist on Sept 11, 2013 17:42:54 GMT -6
"You know, if none of you move this is much less a sparring match and more of a staring contest. You can't all be on the defensive." Valcrist sounded mildly annoyed as he gazed at each of them. Just standing there. Waiting for the others to strike first. It was something he did as well, but it was kind of ridiculous to see three different people do it at the same time. Still Valcrist could see holes in each of their stances, and was pretty sure he could poke them full of holes without any trouble. Tiv made the first move, which instantly upped Val's opinion of him, and took to trying to take down Torman who replied to the attack by... doing nothing. Opinion dropped. Sure he could understand where the axe man was coming from, but trying to use another person to fight your battle for you was cowardly and definitely not something Valcrist condoned. If he won, Valcrist would still give him the gold, he was nothing if not a man of his word, but he would be sure to avoid him afterwards. Maybe talk to Tiv, Valcrist could definitely give him some pointers.
Xeon didn't really do anything, except stand there shirtless and spin his spear around in a silly fashion that was far cooler looking than actually effective. A normally armored fighter fighting unarmored is usually not a good idea, getting the feel for battle and the danger of trying to fight with absolutely no protection was something that had to be learned, trained. I was so different from fighting in armor, he knew the difference, he had fought countless armored men in his life, as well as countless unarmored ones. They were both so very different, to try to go from one to the other was never a good idea. Valcrist had to watch his self, have perfect situational awareness, a stray blade or arrow that another man could shrug off would kill him. His reflexes were honed to a point that was as sharp as his blade. All three of them felt like they barely knew their way around a blade, and he wondered how on earth they could call themselves mercenaries.
Though... perhaps he was being too hard on the mercenaries? It was hard to imagine, but perhaps Valcrist was simply exceptional as hard as it was to admit. Somewhere he still thought of himself as that scared little kid who could barely hold a blade in his hand, an unskilled child who fancied himself a swordsman. A boy who couldn't even kill a single mage, who had to be carried out of battle so he didn't slow everyone down, forever looking up to a swordsman that he barely knew. He held Kenshin, Yaen, both of them on such pedestals. He felt like he was thousands of miles from both of them, but... somewhere along the line Valcrist became... something else. Someone else. Looking at people who were how he once was, maybe he was being harsh on them simply because he still was so harsh on his self?
Or maybe he was being overly existential at an inappropriate time, and the three really were just newbies.
Regardless of the reason, he wanted to have fun. "Go Sparrow, wooo! Sword power!" He called, maybe a bit more sarcastically then he had wanted, but less sarcastic then he had hoped.
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Post by Tiv Sparrow on Sept 16, 2013 15:49:39 GMT -6
[Ooc: Xeon's taken quite some time to reply so I'm going to post now then wait for him to get back.]
Tiv readied himself after failing to hit Torman, despite having the upper hand to him, he was still a slippery target. Taking a second to steady his breathing, he wasn't winded, gods pray if he got exhausted that easily. Yet he was surprised at the fact that Xeon had not attacked when the opportunity presented itself. He figured that since he hadn't attack, he'd take the initiative to attack again, seeing as how the other two played it defensively. "You know, you'll never win if you rely solely on a defensive strategy." Tiv taunted, trying to invoke a more aggressive battle.
Tiv sighed as Valcrist joked at Tiv. What would he know? Tiv asked himself, Probably a lot. He then realized, being a fellow merchant at heart, there where several times when he may have needed to take up arms to ward off would be bandits for his own supplies. Without a second thought he once again recklessly charged Torman, this time aiming for a mid-body slash.
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Torman
Fighter
Mankind will have nothing if men lose faith in one another.
Posts: 53
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Post by Torman on Sept 16, 2013 21:35:05 GMT -6
[OoC: I hope Xeon's cool if I continue our fight]
Torman saw Tiv's blade slash at him. He tried to bend around it, but the tip nicked his chest, opening a small cut. Torman's face grimaced but he didn't move. His hope hadn't happened, so he'd have to fight the swordsman himself.
Ow
"You're right, Mr. Sparrow, but defense keeps you alive," Torman responded as Tiv was still swinging, "and you know what they say, the best defense is a good offense!"
Torman slashed horizontally at the recovering swordsman. But why was there this nagging feeling in the back of his head.
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Torman
Fighter
Mankind will have nothing if men lose faith in one another.
Posts: 53
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Post by Torman on Sept 27, 2013 14:32:14 GMT -6
(You think we should skip Xeon for a while he hasn't been on in a while)
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Post by Tiv Sparrow on Sept 29, 2013 12:11:26 GMT -6
(Yeah, it would seem he might not get back on.)
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Post by Valcrist on Sept 29, 2013 21:11:49 GMT -6
Valcrist let out a long languid sigh, tilting his head up to look at the sky instead of the two fighting. While his eyes weren't watching, his ears still picked up the movement they made to provide him with a pretty decent mental picture. He simply stared at the clouds above, half aware of the situation, next he closed them so he wasn't looking at anything at all. Instead he let his mind wander, thinking and wondering, something slowly floated into his mind. It was a... feeling, in his gut. It was tugging, dragging, and pulling at his attention and he knew better than to ignore it. It's saved his life more than once in the past, he's always had a strong sense of intuition. So he opened his eyes again and looked around, at the horizon and ignored the flurry of movements about his and focused on the little sounds and smells from far away. He couldn't entirely prove what he was feeling, but he knew he was right.
He reached down at the blade at his hip, but suddenly stopped, biting his lip. This wasn't what he wanted to do, remember? So what he chose to do was much more mild, and he broke off from his spot up against the mast snapping his fingers. "Hey guys, sorry to interrupt you but the battle's over." He looked around once more, his eyes positioned at a large boulder jutting out of the water that he noticed earlier but never thought more than once about. It wasn't a rare thing, but this one caught his attention for being the perfect size to fit a medium sized ship and then hide it from view. "It's good you have your weapons though, because I'm pretty sure you're going to need them." It was obvious now that he was looking for it, he needed to find Heygus or Varen and warn them. It was a bit late for that though, as he saw the bow of a foreign ship slowly pass into view as they sailed past the boulder in the sea that hid them. "Time to earn your keep."
They only had a few minutes before they were close enough to be boarded, and with those cannons pointed at them they were in no position to disobey. A merchant's ship like this probably had the bare minimum in naval artillery. No, if they wanted to have a chance they would have to do it when the were boarded. So Valcrist could only sigh. "I knew this would happen, I told you so Gus."
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Torman
Fighter
Mankind will have nothing if men lose faith in one another.
Posts: 53
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Post by Torman on Oct 3, 2013 20:10:36 GMT -6
Torman stopped himself mid slash. The jeering shouts and cheers of another ship nearby distracted him. He looked up and saw a pirate ship that was fast approaching. He smiled.
"About time something of interest happened," he said. He straightened up and walked to the edge of the ship, "Come on you pansy sea dogs! Come and get us! You think your tough, but I'll show you how a true warrior fights."
Torman looked back at Tiv and Valcrist,"You with me, Sparrow," Torman asked the swordsman. He focused on Valcrist, "We could use your help, Valcrist. You have a blade and we could use all of those we can get. I can also guess you would want to protect your goods, so I think you will fight."
The fighter looked back at the pirates. They were sliding boarding planks onto their ship. Torman grinned wickedly and charged the first pirate across. The fighter dodged around the pirate's swinging axes and planted his own into the pirate's neck. Torman pushed the lifeless body off the edge of the boat and prepared himself for more fighting. His eyes were wild and adrenaline pumped through him.
"Come on, you lot. Give me something I can enjoy!"
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Post by Tiv Sparrow on Oct 5, 2013 11:03:12 GMT -6
Tiv hopped back to avoid Torman's blade, but he had seemed to stop. Looking out into the horizon as another ship was coming. Pirates? He wondered, but didn't one of the merchants say that there was nothing to worry about? Regardless he welcomed the enemy ship with sightly open arms.
The idea that another ship was incoming though worried Tiv though, but only slightly. There was a chance that they would be vastly outnumbered very quickly. He looked to Torman, "Right I'm sure there's really no big deal about this." Then he looked back at Valcrist, "I guess it's time to earn our keep then."
Trying to board their ship would be suicide, I guess the best plan would be to wait for them to start boarding and head them off there. The mercenary thought, then started to snicker. This was more to himself for having those optimal thoughts really, not at anyone particular.
As the ship pulled to up to their's Tiv readied his sword, there could be any number of enemies on that ship. Their shouting and jeers made him believe that his may be a long fight.
[OoC Are these Pirates by class or are there things like thieves, archers, ect. Since your the one who brought them in Valcrist, I believe that you should be the one to choose that.]
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Torman
Fighter
Mankind will have nothing if men lose faith in one another.
Posts: 53
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Post by Torman on Oct 10, 2013 21:09:22 GMT -6
Torman watched the boarding planks slide onto their ship. The eager pirates began to step onto and run across them. Torman jumped up himself and waited for the scourge of the sea to meet him. Or rather, meet his axe.
Torman swung viciously at the Pirate running at him. The axe caught the sea dog in the side of the head and he tumbled off the ship. Torman blocked the next one's axe before burying his own into the man's chest. He kicked the lifeless body into the next one and both tumbled into the sea. A fourth ran up and got a lucky slash on Torman's arm as the fighter was recovering. Torman flinched, but stayed steadfast. He kicked the man in the grok and buried his axe into the pirate's back. The ones at the end of the board were slightly skittish now and didn't really want to fight Torman. The fighter grinned. Excellent. He could hear the captain shouting at them and ordering them to continue attacking.
Torman kept on grinning, "How you holding up there, Tiv?"
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 18, 2013 9:41:47 GMT -6
Valcrist sighed as he looked about. He was going to tell Torman off for having the audacity to try and order him around, seeing as he was the boss not the employee. Now really wasn't the time though, even if he wasn't planning on fighting he didn't want to draw the attention of those that were. He lightly pulled the iron blade from it's sheath, it was a simple and almost pointless weapon. It was what he wanted to use though, it was unassuming and it looked regular, uniform. No special designs, no unique flair, nothing, in a way it was almost beautiful in it's simplicity. A thing he's learned in his journey, there was really little point in making things 'cool' or 'beautiful' they get stained with blood either way. If it didn't help him fight better, it was just a waste of time to facilitate his own ego. It didn't mean he'd stop making weapons like that, he just realized just how unnecessary and potentially condescending it was. After all, Fang shattered just like every weapon used like it was does eventually. No amount of designing, engraving, and jewelry would change that.
His blade made a sort of 'shing' noise as he slowly drew it out. He wasn't worried for his self, these pirates all moved about like lumbering idiots. Befitting cowards who attacked unarmed merchant ships upon a straight known for its safety. It just proved that the safer something was supposedly to be, the more likely you were to run into to trouble. Perhaps he was just jaded, but he was really getting tired of stuff like this. He sort of just wanted to stick in one place and make a life at this point, traveling stopped being fun a while ago. All the people he met that then left, all the awkward situations he ran from, all the stupid situations he got wrapped up in and then they all go to hell. He was getting tired of it.
A man with an axe came close to him, a bit closer then he would have liked. He looked around for Torman, or Tiv, Xeon was proving worthless. Both of them were off on the other side of the ship, so Valcrist sighed. He'd have to take care of this, perfect. What was the point of bodyguards if they weren't going to guard your body? He didn't want to have to fight, but of course, fate had a different idea in mind. It liked to toy with him like that. The man had just begun to wind up and get ready to swing the blade, his mouth opened to say some stupid thing that was probably overly typical and cliche, but all that came from it was a loud groan as Valcrist's blade jabbed itself right into his throat. Blood came rushing from his mouth as his body slumped over, and Valcrist simply kicking him off his blade without a single emotion besides maybe boredom. Somewhere along the way, he simply stopped caring.
His eyes took to the horizon as he followed it to the pirate's ship, boarded with theirs. He slowly began to walk. There was three boarding planks, but that wasn't the only way they were getting on. Swinging across ropes like a bunch of crazed monkeys. He saw two swinging over right now, but a sudden gust of wind sliced the ropes they held on to and they fell into the sea. Valcrist continued to slowly walk, iron sword in one hand and his wind edge in the other. He was going to finish this stupidity his self, he didn't want to spend hours getting it done which it surely would if he did not personally step in. There was some magic in pirate ships, they seemed to carry more people then should really be possible. If he cracked it open, they'd probably spill all over like a sack full of grain.
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Torman
Fighter
Mankind will have nothing if men lose faith in one another.
Posts: 53
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Post by Torman on Nov 4, 2013 20:52:30 GMT -6
Torman sliced a few more of the pirates overboard until he heard a commotion not too far away. Torman looked over and saw Valcrist fighting. It was a sight to behold. He was dual-wielding swords and looked dead serious. He approached edge and walked over the board to to their ship. Torman instantly regretted anything he did to insult the man. Just then, a pirate charged over the board and sliced Torman across the chest. Now he regretted being distracted.
Fool Torman thought. He should have been paying attention. Torman sliced back and knocked the pirate off of the board. Torman prepared himself for more.
"Come on, you cowards!"
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 9, 2013 14:52:37 GMT -6
A man came crashing down upon him with his deadly axe, jagged and ready to rend his flesh like a serrated fish scaler. He was a man, like all the others, but Valcrist paid little attention to him as he caught the man's strike and parried the blow. It sent him crashing, his axe biting into the wooden deck. He had no time to worry though, as Valcrist killed him before he could even register what happened. You see, these pirates were embarrassments. They were nothing like the wyvern rider he fought in Bern, nothing compared the master warrior Clair, they were nothing compared to the dragon he combatted, nothing to the trained soldiers of Bern as they hunted him down through the woods, there were less than specs of dust standing before a mighty gale. The disparity between them was fierce, and impossible to gap. Torman fought with all his heart as the men combated him, swinging their axes with vigor and earnest. They were an even match, in fact Torman was a bit better then them if Valcrist could gauge them right. The thing was, Valcrist was simply at another level. It wasn't him being cocky, or arrogant, it was simply the truth. A truth they will die learning, he hadn't wanted to fight but he felt he had no choice. He didn't want anyone to get injured just because of his inaction, they were still rookies. To be cut down by pirates? A fate not fit for any man.
He turned his head to watch the fighter fend off pirates, and lazily swung his sword as a bandit tried to take advantage of his distraction. A bladed gash of air shredding his flesh and sending him flying off the ship all together. He heard some furious shouts from somewhere, and he was sure they said words, but they didn't even register to the swordsman. Another man came at him, but Valcrist didn't even bother striking at this one, sliding under his strike and smacking him in the back of the head hard with the hilt of his blade, the man tumbling over in unconsciousness. These men weren't who he traveled onto this ship for, they were just ants who tried to scurry and bite as soon as he walked in. They stopped though, and instead simply stared in fear as he walked. He paid them no attention as he made his way to the biggest, most burly of the bunch. What do you do if you wanna stop a serpent? You cut off the head.
"You." Valcrist held his enchanted blade straight towards the man. He stood seven feet tall easily, with a thick unkempt beard and countless scars decorating his face. He held an axe that was larger than a child and remained completely shirtless, with thick corded muscles littering his entire body. He was clearly the ring leader here, he heard him shouting orders earlier with that deep booming voice of his. If there was ever a pirate captain, he was the perfect example, as if he taken straight out of a child's picture book.
"Lemme guess." He said with a loud laugh. "You'll give me one last chance to escape." His laughter filled the air as the fighting began to die down as everyone stopped to look at the spectacle about to unfold.
"Oh no, I'm going to kill you." Valcrist corrected him, sounding rather annoyed with the whole situation. "You don't deserve a chance to run."
His face grew red as he was taken aback, muttering angrily as his grip on his axe grew tighter, his dirty knuckles turning bright white. "Kick his ass Valcrist!" He heard someone call, and it made the swordsman chuckle. A man holding a long hafted spear and his brother with a long bladed sword were hanging back and trying their best to not get killed by the pirates. They were able to manage themselves well enough, those twins, but they were no means fighters.
"Torman! Take care of Varen and Heygus while I deal with this guy!" Valcrist shouted, but never taking his eyes off the man. You see, unlike the pirates he led, this man could potentially be dangerous if Valcrist allowed his self to get distracted. "I'm going to kill you, and if your pirates don't have the good judgment to flee, well I'll kill them too."
"Who the hell do you think you are to threaten the black flag pirates!?" The captain shouted and nearly spat.
Valcrist simply smiled a cocky grin as he stared at him. "Just some merchant who's tired of this."
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Torman
Fighter
Mankind will have nothing if men lose faith in one another.
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Post by Torman on Nov 10, 2013 14:33:10 GMT -6
Forms kicked another pirate off of the gangplank when he heard Valcriat shout for him to protect the other two merchants. Torman looked back and saw the poor fools trying their best to fend off semi-trained warriors (people, not the class). Torman killed another pirate and sighed. Some people just don't know what they're good at.
Torman saluted the swordmaster with a smile, "You got it, boss."
The fighter charged and jumped off of the gangplank. He somersaulted when he hit the deck and started running again. He sliced one pirate out of the way and snapped another's neck. He smiled at the struggling merchants.
"Mr. Varen, Mr. Heygus," Torman said cheerily, "You look like you could use some help."
Torman fought off a few more pirates, one losing his head and the other losing his arms. He look back at the merchants, "I would like a pay raise for having to try even harder and protect you two. Next time, please stay below decks."
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 11, 2013 7:55:11 GMT -6
"Heheh..." Varen chuckled nervously holding his sword. "You got it." Heygus finished for his brother, giving a thumbs up to the axeman. "It's just that we needed to protect our merch." "And besides you, none of the bodyguards are... well bodyguarding." "We also wanted to watch Valcrist fight." "You can't just hear about his 'past conquests' without being a little bit curious." "Don't worry, you'll get a raise." "It's the least we could do."
The swordsman smirked at the berserker as he hefted his giant axe into the air. He was quick, but he wasn't quick enough. Valcrist could see his every move as if he was going in slow motion, how his muscles tensed as he rose that beast of a weapon he called an axe, how his every move was filled with pure force and power, more then enough to cleft Valcrist's flesh from his bones. It could easily slice through bone as easily as it could through silk, a single blow from that would spell the end for anyone unfortunate to be on the other side. The thing though was that he'd never get that far, it was a sloppy strike. Filled with fury and strength, but no finesse or skill. This was a man who used his sheer brute strength to power through everything, he never gained any skill because he simply never needed it. When you had power like this, you didn't need speed. You didn't need finesse. He was a giant of a man, and he fought like one, slinging his weight around like it was a weapon itself.
The axe came crashing down like a guillotine, but it only found wood to splinter as it smashed through the floor of the ship leaving a thick gash in the ground, he pulled it out splintering the wood even further as Valcrist stood a few inches away from the impact zone with a mocking smile. He lunged again, but once more he missed by just inches. The berserker's eyes narrowed in what Valcrist could only assume is anger as he swung even more wildly than before. The more he missed, the more furious he became. His strikes coming out randomly, and strong enough to smash crates and barrels lazing about the ship without even slowing his swings down. It became even easier to dodge, while they were random strikes they were also completely without thought. The pirates all backed up as they watched their captain go on a rampage trying to strike the flighty swordsman. Each missed hit only fueled him with what seemed like limitless energy, while Valcrist had yet to even break a sweat. It wasn't completely the berserker's fault though, of course. A swift flighty swordsman is the mortal enemy of a hatchet wielding axeman.
He swung once more and Valcrist lept into the air, catching onto the netting that was used to hoist sails. He had one arm and one foot holding onto it, his other hand holding his wind sword with his other two blades in their sheaths. The man couldn't reach him and Valcrist made a mocking face at him. He tossed that giant axe like it was a tomahawk, putting countless force into it. Valcrist swung his enchanted blade and as it sliced through the air it whipped up a mighty gust of wind that knocked the flying blade away where it found its new home in the skull of some unfortunate bystanding pirate. The berserker rushed to the fallen pirate, frantic to get his weapon back, but as the whole theme of this battle demonstrated, he simply wasn't quick enough. Valcrist leaping from his place on the netting, and diving with his blade out, landing directly on the pirate captain, the blade rending through his unarmored soft flesh with little thought. The man crashed forward onto the deck where Valcrist stood on his back, yanking out the bloodied weapon with a single pull.
The man was laying there, a pool of blood forming around him. Valcrist looked at the blood on his weapon with disinterest, maybe even a little annoyance. "Blood's so messy and such a pain to clean up." He whispered with a frown. "Alright then!" He sheathed the blade without another word, raising his voice loud enough for all the pirates to hear. "I killed your captain, so you better get your butts out of here before I come for you too. Trust me when I say you'll be no challenge whatsoever!" He calmly walked forward once more, pirates rushing by him in a hurry to get off the merchant's ship. If there was one thing you could count on pirates to be, it was cowards.
"If I ever catch you guys in this strait again, you'll be worse than dead." He sounded terrifying casual as he walked the gangplanks back unto his ship, knocking them into the sea once he was done. He drew his enchanted, blood stained weapon once more, standing for a moment as if he was thinking about something, before making a precise swing which resulted in a precise blade of wind to tear through the air. It found the mainsail of the pirate's ship, and shredded it to bits. Small shreds of canvas hanging limply onto the deck itself, covering the corpses of the Pirate captain and man with an axe in his head. Valcrist smiled and nodded. "Good job Val." He patted his self on the back. They weren't dead in the water, but they wouldn't be able to catch up anytime soon if they tried. Hopefully they had enough food for the long trip back to shore, or things were gonna get kinda gross.
"Torman, Sparrow, Xeon, Heygus, and Varen. You all alright?"
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