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Post by Beowuuf on Apr 23, 2008 16:21:27 GMT -5
Beowuuf feels a sense of deja vu, and his hand bleeds freely again as he drops his own sword to grab the edge of his startled opponent's blade - though he does not pull it free right away.
First he rips the green stone off his bracelet and holds it to this weapon, hoping the stone will dissolve before he bleeds to death.
The green glow of the gem suffuses the sword, turning turquiose then a vibrant blue which swarms across Beowuuf's body, reparing damage where it touches.
"This is what a Vakeros Commander does," says Beowuuf, ripping the sword from his retroactively healed leg and leaping towards Sarra.
Morgan restrains the warriors and mages who jump to their feet as Beowuuf stabs the Vakeros knight through the heart, for she must guess what is to happen.
Sarra realises every inch of her body is being soothed and healed, the very minor cuts and bruises she possesses disappearing even as renewed energy floods her limbs and most amazingly a sense of courage and purpose fills her heart.
Sarra could perhaps wonder why she does not have the same powerful sensations in her mind even as her brow cuts heal, but the sight of the sword sliding out without a single drop of heart's blood is a distracting one blocking thought.
Beowuuf throws the bluesteel blade far away and thumps his finger into Sarra's forhead, hissing, "now show me what a Vakeros warrior can do."
8 sentences - 1 free (activation of green gem sentence), 5 normal, 2 from gem
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Post by Sarra on Apr 23, 2008 17:11:49 GMT -5
This was quite the turn of events as now Sarra and Beowuuf were both weaponless. Invigorated from the healing process of the stone Sarra jumped to her feet and approached Beowuuf with as much an air of confidence that she could muster.
Taking a page from Beowuuf's own book Sarra drew back her fist and strikes Beowuuf in his nose as hard as she could. The Vakerine stepped back, feeling that the blow had dislocated two fingers but she could see that Beowuuf was not unaffected by the thrown punch.
Sarra grimaced and quickly thrust her fingers back into their sockets, refusing to yelp out in pain.
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Post by Beowuuf on Apr 23, 2008 17:36:37 GMT -5
Thab's whab a Vaperob cam boo?" asked Beowuuf astonished, shaking his head and holding his snout as blood poured from it, cursing throwing a healing and extremely sharp sword away for many reasons.
The Vakeros shook his head again as he cracked his cartaledge back into place, and suddenly to the relief of the crowd leapt at Sarra with unnatural agility.
"This is what a strong wolf creature can do," he said as he landed solidly under her guard and broke a rib with a powerful uppercut.
"This is what a weak Vakeros warrior of Daernath might do," he clarified as he murmered words including the power word of 'Gloar' to blow Sarra backwards violently on a wave of magical energy that captured her.
"And this is what Vakeros Commander, even a former one, will always do," finished Beowuuf, closing his eyes, standing with arms outstretched and presenting a tempting target.
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Post by Sarra on Apr 23, 2008 17:55:49 GMT -5
Sarra grimaced as her ribs sparked in pain but adrenaline was now running through her veins and she was determined to not be slowed down by her wounds. Rising to her feet, Sarra invoked the Valos Battle Magic of Battledance. The young Vakerine immediately felt the effects and quickly ran towards Beowuuf's proud form.
"Your overconfidence will be your downfall," said Sarra as she pressed the attack with quick strikes from her tightened fists.
Sarra was an agile person but tiny in comparison to the brute size of her opponent and as such had to ensure that each jab hit hard.
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Post by Beowuuf on Apr 23, 2008 18:10:21 GMT -5
Beowuuf opened his eyes to retort and instead looked on in shock at the power displayed by the Vakeros knight.
More like a rabbit in the hunter's bowsight than a powerful contemptuous wolf, Beowuuf's non-movement was not entirely voluntary as he began to be buffeted by the flurry of abuse from Sarra's fists.
He was now glad not annoyed that he had used the gem to heal himself fully earlier, for otherwise he would be vanquished under the onslaught of devastating blows.
Internally Beowuuf reminded himself not to tempt skilled warriors nor luck so much in future, while externally he tried to convincingly bark with laughter.
"Do you have the will to take this further, to strike mortal blows if your desire is victory?"
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Post by Sarra on Apr 23, 2008 18:22:30 GMT -5
While Sarra's muscles ached and hands throbbed from her assault Beowuuf only laughed away her punches. The young Vakerine rushed forward, dodged to the left and kicked out at her opponent's unsteady feet in an attempt to trip him up.
"I don't need to strike mortal blows in order to obtain victory here today, for I have achieved my goal already even if I fall now."
While Beowuuf contemplated what she could have meant Sarra jumped as high as she could, spun in midair, and brought her right foot around to connect with the side of Beowuuf's head.
Even as she landed on steady feet she thrust her right hand right hand forward, connecting with Beowuuf's unprotected chest.
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Post by Beowuuf on Apr 23, 2008 18:37:46 GMT -5
As Sarra's foot strikes out at Beowuuf, he grabs it and yet cannot hold on to it, and he is reminded of similarly costly mistakes in training times past.
They say you only hurt the ones you love, and the single offensive mental ability Beowuuf learned under Gralms proves it - the Mar-Orem
Originally researched to combat the Drakeros of legend and useful only to deep undercover agents or the hunters of traitors, this ability allows one to bend an opponent's will so the mind can either buckle to one's own, or be broken.
The unhelpful paradox is one must know and love the mind one tries to ensnare, and while Sarra reminds Beowuuf of Sahmas it required the dangerous move of becoming Alasi for Beowuuf to fully connect to the young knight.
Further dangers are incurred as one leaves oneself vulnerable when spending time and energy goading, using words and gestures and specific magical energies at the right instances to slowly erode the target's psyche.
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Post by Sarra on Apr 23, 2008 19:00:23 GMT -5
Sarra's body was quickly beginning to tire and the young girl knew that this match would now end, one way or another. For the last time Sarra turned to her opponent and prepared for a final assault. She knew that when she struck she would have to make it count, as it was her only chance of being the victor here.
The young Vakeros suddenly took of running towards Beowuuf, her right fist clenched and ready to punch. Sarra knew her target: one hard jab to to Beowuuf's left knee would bring the giant creature crashing down...but could her aching body follow through with the attack...?
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Post by Beowuuf on Apr 27, 2008 15:12:37 GMT -5
Sarra's blow landed with pin-point precision, and Beowuuf's knee buckled out from under him. The Valos warrior took the opportunity to smash the wolf's nose again causing a howl of pain.
"You will not...win..." said Beowuuf with difficulty but somehow with certainty. Sarra stopped, looking incredulously. The wolf still bore the bruises of the previous beating, and miraculous healing could't erase the memory of his terrible injuries before. The crowd obviously expected Sarra to finish the wolf off, and the only reason she could see not to was Beowuuf's own insistance on barely fighting back.
Sarra'a fist fell, and she walked back a step. Beowuuf was right. He had healed the wounds she had given him, he had laughed off beatings and blade wounds. She had tried to show her powers and her worth to a superior and had been shown lacking. He had hadn't even thought he worth enough effort to fight seriously, even here. She-
-was only aware later what she had done, saying she yielded and stepping away to the edge of the arena. It was madness! The wolf hadn't fought back much and certainly she was refreshed, invigourated, and confident of her victory. She'd had him cold! It was like she had been in a dream, hypnotised. She looked on with both wonder and frustration, awe and anger. What had the Vakeros Commander managed to do to her?
The crowd, meanwhile, were equally uncertain. It had been lacklustre in terms of agression, the wolf creature who they had hoped would try to tear apart the girl doing nothing. The only blood letting had seemed by and large incidental!
There was stunned silence when the Vakeros gir had yielded, and the wolf unsteadily got back to his feet. No one felt like cheering the wolf's strange victory. It was not viceral, just like most of his moves. Invisible blows and now invisible commands did not good sport make. However, no one felt like jeering him either - he had demonstrated powers they did not think possible, becoming a hero of legend one moment, and using a sword blow to heal the next. Some small part of the crowd tried to jeer Sarra instead, but they were quietened down quite quickly by the rest - for she had proven her worth with her speed, tenacity and blows.
The wolf walked off the fuzziness in his head while recovering his weapons and Sarra's, not looking at nor acknowledging the crowd. He walked over to her as she came back to herself, offering her the discarded mace and the bluesteel sword.
"When you have the opportunity to impress a superior officer, don't try, do it," said Beowuuf. Sarra bristled at the comment and took the weapons coldly. Beowuuf laughed. "I did not say this was aimed at you, I was making a simple observation." Beowuuf then bowed to the young Vakeros.
"Do you ever mean anything you say?" she asked.
"From earlier, or now?" asked BEowuuf. "Either is the same thing - I meant every word. What I meant by them - teaching, delaying, or subconsciously attacking your psyche, well, that's another matter." Beowuuf shiethed his weaponry and turned fully towards Sarra. "Scne you cannot tell which is which, let me say it plainly - for what it is worth from this underhanded ex-commander, you have impressed me with your skill, your courage, and your gaul. I would be honoured to fight a fairer fight later in a real match of skills, and no doubt . Perhaps lady Morgan may even approve it in public!"
Beowuuf did not say he was concerned that he had managed to successfully stir up demons in her that had eventually beaten her. He hoped that the measure, created to both hide his own carelessness at the start of the fight and to ensure he was not allowing a young warrior to potentially meet such a dreadful foe as a Nad adez Konkor was worth it. That these demons, now risen, would be submerged again and now recognised never allowed to surface. Beowuuf did not even admit to himself yet the possibility that he had, in his pride and arrogance, possibly planted those demons that were otherwise never truely there.
Lady Morgan started clapping, cheerign the end of the fight, though few joined in which much enthusiasm. Beowuuf however gestured to his beaten fellow Vakeros, and the cheering increased significantly.
MEanwhile, Beowuuf realised with this first hurdle out of the way, he had a clear uncomplicated run. He either have the fun challenge of friendly contest with fellow allies in the Kai and the Dwarfs. Or, he had the opportunity to perhaps beat those of darkness, pirates and konkor and giaks. Destroy their standing and ruin their power base among their fellows.
Again, Beowuuf looked across at Sarra and hoped he had not blocked a good warrior more able than he from taking on such dark forces this day.
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