Post by Psy on Feb 3, 2008 0:44:57 GMT -5
[[Feel free to join in at any time, although since this is a one on one match in the arena...]]
The Arena. One of the most famous city landmarks of the Imperial City of Cyrodil. Where warriors from all over Nirn gather to test their prowess of might with each other. The price of losing in such tests of might, however, is dear. Death was the price for failure to appease the crowd. Ever since slavery was banned, the Arena's use dropped dramatically. However, every so often, there remained warriors foolish enough to challenge the Arena. Or criminals so savage that the authorities let loose to draw blood freely. All the same, the spectacle wasn't for the weak-hearted.
"Welcome, one and all, to the Arenaaaaa!
Today, we have two challengers from the far corners of Nirn.
Welcome, on the blue team, Rex Hino, the great nordic warrior from Skyrim! And on the yellow team, Talvin Athdernil of Morrowind!
Now, let the match... Begiiiiiiin! "
Rex
The voice, magically projected, was heard all over the arena. Rex tightened his grip on his two-handed greatsword. He had no future waiting for him without the blade, and he was here to prove it. Even so, the crowd was deafening in their cheering. Knowing next to nothing about his combatant, he would have to rely on his experience to overcome the foe. He was confident in his abilities to win.
"Begin!"
That was his cue. The gates began to lower, and even before it was a quarter down, he leapt over the gate, and gripped his two-handed nordic greatsword in front of him, placing it horizontally, the double-edged blade prepared to block any assault. They were allowed to bring their own equipment to the match. As such, he didn't even know what kind of weapon his opponent would be wielding. He would ascertain the Dark Elf's ability before doing anything rash. He grinned to himself. There was no chance that he'd loose.
And then, from nowhere, a throwing knife appeared, deadly accurate in it's intent to kill.
It's going too fast for me to block it-
Talvin
The dark elf seemed very relaxed for someone who was about to put his life on the line for a bit of cash. He was smiling to himself. Compared to the nord, who was visible and raring to go, Talvin kept in the shadows. His most important element would be range, and agility. Two shortswords hung from either side of his belt, and several pouches lined the leather. He already had the contents of one in his hand, a sharp, perfectly balanced knife. His ears picked up many thing. Men were passing wagers, and speculating. They know nothing about me, he grinned, But that's for the better, I suppose.
"Begin!"
That was the signal, but Talvin didn't move until he saw the barbaric nord leap out onto the battlefield. Foolish... he grinned wickedly. Moving just enough to get clear aim at the barbarian, Talvin prepared to throw his knife. The barbarian wasn't moving one bit, stoic in his stance. Still, the sword looked too ungainly to bring up in an attempt to block his knife. On top of that, it was double-edged. Rex could very well hurt himself if he did anything rash with the weapon. Overconfident, hm? We'll have to remedy that, wouldn't we. Remember children, pointy ends to the enemy.
In one quick, fluid movement, he had released the knife, then quickly sent one to the lower-right of the nord, knowing well that that was where he would attempt to dodge. Quickly drawing his two shortswords, he finally appeared from the shadows, moving rapidly towards the nord, hoping to catch him off-guard as he recovered from his attacks.
The Arena. One of the most famous city landmarks of the Imperial City of Cyrodil. Where warriors from all over Nirn gather to test their prowess of might with each other. The price of losing in such tests of might, however, is dear. Death was the price for failure to appease the crowd. Ever since slavery was banned, the Arena's use dropped dramatically. However, every so often, there remained warriors foolish enough to challenge the Arena. Or criminals so savage that the authorities let loose to draw blood freely. All the same, the spectacle wasn't for the weak-hearted.
"Welcome, one and all, to the Arenaaaaa!
Today, we have two challengers from the far corners of Nirn.
Welcome, on the blue team, Rex Hino, the great nordic warrior from Skyrim! And on the yellow team, Talvin Athdernil of Morrowind!
Now, let the match... Begiiiiiiin! "
Rex
The voice, magically projected, was heard all over the arena. Rex tightened his grip on his two-handed greatsword. He had no future waiting for him without the blade, and he was here to prove it. Even so, the crowd was deafening in their cheering. Knowing next to nothing about his combatant, he would have to rely on his experience to overcome the foe. He was confident in his abilities to win.
"Begin!"
That was his cue. The gates began to lower, and even before it was a quarter down, he leapt over the gate, and gripped his two-handed nordic greatsword in front of him, placing it horizontally, the double-edged blade prepared to block any assault. They were allowed to bring their own equipment to the match. As such, he didn't even know what kind of weapon his opponent would be wielding. He would ascertain the Dark Elf's ability before doing anything rash. He grinned to himself. There was no chance that he'd loose.
And then, from nowhere, a throwing knife appeared, deadly accurate in it's intent to kill.
It's going too fast for me to block it-
Talvin
The dark elf seemed very relaxed for someone who was about to put his life on the line for a bit of cash. He was smiling to himself. Compared to the nord, who was visible and raring to go, Talvin kept in the shadows. His most important element would be range, and agility. Two shortswords hung from either side of his belt, and several pouches lined the leather. He already had the contents of one in his hand, a sharp, perfectly balanced knife. His ears picked up many thing. Men were passing wagers, and speculating. They know nothing about me, he grinned, But that's for the better, I suppose.
"Begin!"
That was the signal, but Talvin didn't move until he saw the barbaric nord leap out onto the battlefield. Foolish... he grinned wickedly. Moving just enough to get clear aim at the barbarian, Talvin prepared to throw his knife. The barbarian wasn't moving one bit, stoic in his stance. Still, the sword looked too ungainly to bring up in an attempt to block his knife. On top of that, it was double-edged. Rex could very well hurt himself if he did anything rash with the weapon. Overconfident, hm? We'll have to remedy that, wouldn't we. Remember children, pointy ends to the enemy.
In one quick, fluid movement, he had released the knife, then quickly sent one to the lower-right of the nord, knowing well that that was where he would attempt to dodge. Quickly drawing his two shortswords, he finally appeared from the shadows, moving rapidly towards the nord, hoping to catch him off-guard as he recovered from his attacks.
