Sidhe Li vs. Godric!
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Berandor
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Wicht said:
Last comment before I leave you to your challenge:
I can fully understand. When I wrote and read that part of the Darkwalker's history, it was a very thin line to walk, and I hope I haven't crossed some final borders there...
but it felt right to mention - and if I'd mention it, I wanted to portray the utter brutality of such a despisable act.
Even so, when i read it for the first time, I felt a bit squeamy, but decided to leave it in.
See ya - and good luck with your seven fights winning streak! (hopefully without losing three first)
Berandor
Left-handed Hummingbird
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OoC: Godric will fight you.
I prefer strategy matches with the moves generated by the judge, but as I answer to your challenge I won't insist on anything.
Turning a corner the young fighter finds himself facing three riders on heavy warhorses. They are all clad in heavy grey travelling cloaks, but because of the warm weather their hoods are down and the cloaks are only fastened with a single hoop.
State thy name and thy cause? the rider in the middle barks at the fighter. He is clad in colorful embroidered tunic, on his chest is a silver lion on a ruby red background. From his cloak the handle of a heavy sword juts out.
I don't know, why don't you ask him if he is evil, Wild Helm? the woman to his left laughs. Her hair is as red as Wild Helms beard is golden. Her tunic is white with the black silhouette of a bird in flight. She seems unarmed.
Come now, whether good or evil, he hardly seems to be of any threat to us the third rider rides a step forward. Ever since I arrived in this wretched country of yours, I've tried to find someone worthy of a fight. Pity. I guess we'll have to keep looking. this rider clothing are remarkable colorlesss compared to the others. Completely black in fact, matching his hair.
Have some manners, Godric the woman snaps, her green eyes flaring.
Godric turns in his saddle and grins Huh? Ailbhe? Past "aquintance" of yours?", he whistles.
Pardon my friend's manners, stranger, Wild Helm forces a smile, but he is still eying the stranger suspiously.
Oh snap out of it you two. he dismounts and hangs his cloak over the saddle. A long curved sword, hanging from his belt, is now visible.
Looking at you I doubt you will be able to put up any fight, but hey, let's find out? He draws his sabre and whirls it around a couple of times. It is obviously an attempt to appear intimidating, but it is hardly spectacular.
I find your countrymen to be unkempt, your city to be tiny, and your kung-fu to be empty.
I prefer strategy matches with the moves generated by the judge, but as I answer to your challenge I won't insist on anything.
Turning a corner the young fighter finds himself facing three riders on heavy warhorses. They are all clad in heavy grey travelling cloaks, but because of the warm weather their hoods are down and the cloaks are only fastened with a single hoop.
State thy name and thy cause? the rider in the middle barks at the fighter. He is clad in colorful embroidered tunic, on his chest is a silver lion on a ruby red background. From his cloak the handle of a heavy sword juts out.
I don't know, why don't you ask him if he is evil, Wild Helm? the woman to his left laughs. Her hair is as red as Wild Helms beard is golden. Her tunic is white with the black silhouette of a bird in flight. She seems unarmed.
Come now, whether good or evil, he hardly seems to be of any threat to us the third rider rides a step forward. Ever since I arrived in this wretched country of yours, I've tried to find someone worthy of a fight. Pity. I guess we'll have to keep looking. this rider clothing are remarkable colorlesss compared to the others. Completely black in fact, matching his hair.
Have some manners, Godric the woman snaps, her green eyes flaring.
Godric turns in his saddle and grins Huh? Ailbhe? Past "aquintance" of yours?", he whistles.
Pardon my friend's manners, stranger, Wild Helm forces a smile, but he is still eying the stranger suspiously.
Oh snap out of it you two. he dismounts and hangs his cloak over the saddle. A long curved sword, hanging from his belt, is now visible.
Looking at you I doubt you will be able to put up any fight, but hey, let's find out? He draws his sabre and whirls it around a couple of times. It is obviously an attempt to appear intimidating, but it is hardly spectacular.
I find your countrymen to be unkempt, your city to be tiny, and your kung-fu to be empty.
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Berandor
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"Heeeeeeeeeere's Li!"
A middle-aged man appears on the street, wearing a perfectly cut suit of white silk. His smile is all-encompassing.
"Once again we have come together for a fearsome fight. Both fighters are white belts still, so this will be a battle of newcomers. The silence grows as the aduience waits for the judges decision on the insult rounds... here it comes:
Insults to Sidhe Li!
Now, as ancient rules require, one of the judges will call out the traditional setting of the fight...
The ancient masters have decreed this match to take place at the pond north-east of the Graveyard of the Undying on the dusk of the thunder.
And now, the winner of the insult round will determine the length of the match, before the judges hand out a small parchment with a choice of five moves each, for the first three rounds..."
A middle-aged man appears on the street, wearing a perfectly cut suit of white silk. His smile is all-encompassing.
"Once again we have come together for a fearsome fight. Both fighters are white belts still, so this will be a battle of newcomers. The silence grows as the aduience waits for the judges decision on the insult rounds... here it comes:
Insults to Sidhe Li!
Now, as ancient rules require, one of the judges will call out the traditional setting of the fight...
The ancient masters have decreed this match to take place at the pond north-east of the Graveyard of the Undying on the dusk of the thunder.
And now, the winner of the insult round will determine the length of the match, before the judges hand out a small parchment with a choice of five moves each, for the first three rounds..."
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