The Grindstone Tourney: No-holds barred.
A Preliminary Fight: Tausenadel Geispyrsyn versus U'roh Tia
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Tausenadel Geispyrsyn draws his axe, laughing. "Aye? Well, yer goin' to find yerself drownin' in the sea, adrift in pain an' mis'ry! Prepare yerself!"
Tausenadel's rant is stupid but his sudden charge is not. With a roar, he's surging forward, swinging a wide horizontal arc at U'roh's middle.
U'roh Tia was caught off guard by the sudden charge of the boastful Warrior, that horizontal arc finding its mark across his chest!
"Heh, so the tales of your strength are true!" he cried, his voice having the slightest hint of joy behind that helm.
Bringing his lance to bear after sliding a few inches back from the hit, he sought to counter with his own attack, a simple piercing stab to the right shoulder!
Tausenadel laughs a self-congratulating laugh, a deep "HAHA!". However, the expression of jubilation is quickly replaced with shock as the spear slides right through his haphazard guard. The point sinks deep into the meat of his arm before Tau can leap back out of range.
"Blasted hells, ye sharpen that on Titan's own arse?"
Tausenadel doesn't wait for a response, bringing the axe up high swinging it down with all his strength. A wood cutter's chop, right at his center of mass.
U'roh withdrew the spear and gave a twirl of the weapon over his right shoulder, re-assuming his practiced stance just like the guild taught him.
"I reckon it could pierce even that," he commented as he kept his momentum going and brought the bladed edge of the spear across Tausenadel's chest much like the blow he had taken moments before.
Tausenadel barely brings the haft of his axe up to spark against the edged end of the lance. With a grunt of effort, he swings once at U'roh, missing by a mile but he keeps the rotation. A wide spin, a whirlwind strike with the wicked edge of the axe aiming low for his legs.
U'roh twists his body once his lance impacts with the broad side of his opponent's axe, using that momentum to do a short hop over the now incoming axe. While mid-air he brought his weapon arm to bear, seeking to pierce the other shoulder just as his feet touch the ground.
"Such strength. Glad to see I am not disappointed for my first match." he speaks again, doing momentum-keeping twirls of his lance and re-assuming his bent-over, lance-out posture.
Tausenadel ends the spin as fast as he can, his eyes locked to the jumping miqo'te.  He curses a string of words that would peel paint off a hull, seeing his own opening just as U'roh exploits it. The spear makes its mark even as Tausenadel begins another chop, a great two handed slice hoping to catch his extended arm.
U'roh widens his eyes at that string of cursing, though one would be hard-pressed to see under his armor. Bringing himself forward for a sudden lunge after his second attack, he seeks to end it here; a simple, straight blow for the right knee with a battle-cry leaving the Miqo'te's lips!
Tausenadel roars back at U'roh, matching his challenge only to be completely fooled by the angle of the attack. His leg is skewered, the point jutting out the back of his thigh.Â
Tausenadel starts to step forward for a swing and finds he can't move his leg. Looking down, his face falls. "Bloody son o' a milksop...urk..." The axe bites into the dirt; Tausenadel staggers and falls to the side. The match is done.
The Grindstone Tourney: No-holds barred.
A Preliminary Fight: Y'el Vhez versus Siobhain Surtsthalwyn
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Y'el Vhez nods to Siobhain Surtsthalwyn.
Siobhain Surtsthalwyn sniffs in feigned indignance, reaching with her left hand to unfasten the buckler at her back. Once this is fitted to her arm, she grasps the hilt of her gladius, sliding this free with a hiss of metal on metal. Her stance is broad, weight on her hind leg.
"As you say."
Y'el takes a deep breath, exhales. Her stances shifts, but her hands remain open.Â
Y'el takes another deep breath, exhales, and leaps at Siobhain like a wild animal.
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Y'el attempts to rake her fingers across Siobhain's face. Up close, it's apparent the light appears to have gone out of her eyes, leaving them black as a shark's.
Siobhain exhales heavily, noting the change in her opponent. Her expression remains utterly stoic as she draws back-- perhaps a hair beyond the Miqo'te's reach.
Rather than stepping to one side or retreating, she swings forward with her shield arm in an arc aimed for the woman's abdomen.
Y'el is less than focused on defending herself, given... whatever state she just entered. She staggers back as the blade rakes cleanly across her abdomen, opening a gash. She looks down, somewhat bemused, and pokes the wound, then reaches up and touches it to her tongue. After that moment, her empty eyes turn back on Siobhain. No retort, no congratulations, just a hollow stare.
Y'el licks her lips and leaps at Siobhain again with an ear-splitting, animal shriek, the intent to throw the full force of her weight... as much as there is for a miqo'te... at the woman's chest.
Siobhain narrows her eyes at the feral nature of the smaller female. Again, she waits, and again she moves with the least amount of effort-- shifting her weight onto her forefoot to support a swift pivot. Again, she dodges the smaller female's momentum entirely, this time lashing out with the flat of her gladius towards the wound she laid before.
Y'el is knocked back, losing her footing entirely and falling to the ground. It's hard to tell if the crunching sound accompanying is the rocks she hit or bones breaking, but the gash most definitely opens wider, spilling blood down her pristine white skirt.
Y'el slowly gets up to her feet, the wound looks nasty; she moves stiffly, and yet she laughs a little.
Y'el staggers.
Y'el stands there bleeding silently, a sick grin on her face.
Siobhain waits, as politely as one can given the circumstances, until the girl is back on her feet. Only then does she lash out again, thrusting forward with the gladius. At the last moment she diverts the tip, sweeping towards the Miqo'te's thigh and her femoral artery.
Y'el Vhez is hit again, and this time the blood that gushes forth is either impressive or horrifying depending on one's point of view; but maybe it's worse than it looks. She doesn't cry out in pain. She just takes it and bleeds and laughs harder than ever.
Siobhain retracts her blade arm, holding fast in her position. She glowers at the smaller woman, not lowering her guard as the Miqo'te has yet to concede despite her new, potentially hazardous wound.
Y'el seems insensible to the pain, and the bleeding, and the fact that she should yield. Words are beyond her.  Instead, a low growl starts in her throat and then she leaps again, shrieking loud enough to draw attention from the city.
Siobhain snarls as she realizes the woman has no intention of stopping. The gladius is flung away as she drops to her knee, reaching out with both hands despite how the buckler twists her wrist. She catches the other female by throat and abdomen, aiding her momentum upwards and over.
Y'el Vhez howls in animal fury as she's throw up into the air. She lands neatly, so to speak, on Tausenadel. Her injuries are dire. She bleeds all over him, yet she is still hissing and clawing like a rabid animal.
Due to blood loss, she's as feeble as a kitten about it.
Tausenadel Geispyrsyn hisses at the touch, beating a fist into the dirt at the initial contact. "Nnngh!" And now he's knocked back flat onto the dirt, a kicking, screaming Miqo'te clawing at him.
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELLS!?" Tausenadel bellows as pain radiates through his leg again.
Siobhain exhales heavily, giving a brisk shake of her head. She reaches for her gladius again, using it to gesture towards the Miqo'te before sheathing the blade.
Siobhain Surtsthalwyn points at Y'el Vhez.
Siobhain growls, "Get to her before she dies."
Y'el Vhez manages to get a few weak scratches in, not even drawing blood, before she passes out. She, meanwhile, is still bleeding profusely.
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