AU: Northlands

[Arden]

Galed quickly scrambles back on to his feet, striking at the sibbecai as he rises.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Galed quickly scrambles back on to his feet, striking at the sibbecai as he rises.

Galed's sword strikes upwards at a vicious angle, sliding between the plates covering the sibeccai's abdomen. He gives a choked grunt and falls.

 

[FaenFriend]

Kai-Moash claps his large hands and roars gleefully at Galed's win.

"That was a good match," he comments to those standing near him. "The sibbecai fought very creatively."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The final match is swiftly arranged; the ring is twice the diameter of previous fights, and bleachers have been hastily assembled from hay bales. Last-minute betting is furious, and the crowd's noise is almost deafening. Galed and the Darkling Blade enter the ring, and the stewards call for silence, bringing the sound down to a dull roar. The word "Begin!" cracks across the field.

The Darkling Blade blurs into motion, moving so swiftly that to those on the far side of the field, she seems to move before the steward's pronouncement. Two of her strikes slap into Galed's mail. The blows leave him reeling, but for the first time all day, someone has taken the Darkling Blade's blows and stood.

(23 subdual. Congratulations.)

 

[Arden]

Galed staggers from the impact of the blows, but stays on his feet. Deciding he needs to end the fight quickly if he is to have any chance, he drops his shield and attacks Darkling Blade with a wicked two-handed slash.

I'm putting 3 points into Power Attack. Longsword +6 (1D8+8). My AC will be 17 without the shield (or 18 if she's using swords).

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Galed staggers from the impact of the blows, but stays on his feet. Deciding he needs to end the fight quickly if he is to have any chance, he drops his shield and attacks Darkling Blade with a wicked two-handed slash.

Galed's blow hammers in hard, but the Darkling Blade sidesteps and catches the blow with crossed daggers. She steps in under the sword, both daggers driving viciously in a double thrust which creases one of Galed's belly plates, knocking him to the ground, gasping like a beached fish.

The crowd roars, and bets are settled with mixed glee and despair.

 

[Arden]

Galed slowly pulls himself to his feet feeling bruised and tired. He offers a weary salute to Darkling Blade and to the crowd before wandering off to find his companions.

 

[Arden]

Oops--double post.

 

[darkdancer]

esme the bitter

Esme winces sympathetically as she watches Galed pull himself up off the ground. As he leaves the ring, she smiles with grim compassion at him, saying, "Ya okay? that HAD to hurt...." she hands him what's left of her drink to replenish himself somewhat before going off to find something fresher for him... and for herself.

 

[Arden]

Esme winces sympathetically as she watches Galed pull himself up off the ground. As he leaves the ring, she smiles with grim compassion at him, saying, "Ya okay? that HAD to hurt...." she hands him what's left of her drink to replenish himself somewhat before going off to find something fresher for him... and for herself.

"Thanks, Esme," Galed gratefully accepts the drink. "My pride is more wounded than anything else."