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Post by Trésor de Lys on Apr 29, 2017 22:25:53 GMT
Upon signing the registration and release forms for the upcoming arena battle, the individual signing up would receive a time and date for their arena battle, and would be instructed to come prepared with any armor, weaponry, or magical ailments they may need in the arena as it was kill... or be killed.
On the day of the battle, they would be met by a civilian guard at the gate, dressed in armor where the metal appeared worn and distressed - one can assume it would be from handling the beasts, ensuring they are "well behaved" until they met their maker. The guard would instruct the participant to follow them, their voice monotone and dark. The guard would lead them to an area within the arena that was sectioned off. The guard would first lift one gate to allow them into the section, which upon entering would slam closed, and would be before another iron gate - worn and scratched - that would lead them to the open space of the arena.
The participant would be able to hear the roar of the crowd from behind the bars. The guard, once instructed, would pull a chain that would lift the gate before them, and would send the the participant into the arena. Much of the crowd was from the third and second district. Many lower class people rejoiced as they thrived on the entertainment they got from witnessing a blood bath. Suddenly a voice would boom overhead. "Ladies and gentlemen, here today, you will witness one of the most epic - oh wait a moment. Well you will at least witness some blood shed here today ladies and gentlemen." Many participants were not fond of the announcer's quirky commentary. "Please, join me in welcoming... the opponent." The announcer would gesture towards the gate opposite of Aireth, from behind the bars, the crowing of a bird was audible. The crowing screech from behind the bars was painful to the ears, but what would be seen could not be compared to.
The great iron gate would lift, and a beast the size of a cat would emerge - but this was no cat. No what was released instead was a spracken, a beast native to Palico. Though it was the size of a domestic cat, and had the body of a fox, its head was thus of a raven's with eight haunting red eyes. The animal was completely black, and was quick moving. As soon as the animal was released, it sprinted around the arena, a quick moving target. It screeched once again, the sound piercing the eardrums of those within its range.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 23:31:42 GMT
The gate before him rattled up, revealing the battlegrounds of the arena. Head held high, hands resting casually on his weapons, he took a few steps out of the tunnel and into the sun. He thought he heard a few jeers and negative comments regarding his status in the city. Fuckin' rich people, 'bout time they get ripped apart and all that jazz. He ignored them because their opinion was as worthwile as they were, that is to say they were useless even as fodder.
He made his way to the center of the arena, because he wanted everyone to see his performance. He wanted everyone who paid to get in to get a good view. Beast or not, there was honor in this duel. He peered around the otherwise empty area and drew his Rapier, held it vertical near his face with his free arm held tightly against his back, then swished it downwards to his side. He then dug the tip into the ground and spun, drawing a rather large circle around where he stood.
He stood composed with one weapon drawn, tensing some at the first screech that pierced his ears. The second gate clattered up and out darted the small bastard of a feline and bird. Aireth, standing in the center of the circle, would turn to keep the creature to his front as he ran about. With his left hand, he drew his Arming Sword and adopted a fighting stance, Arming sword held above his head with the rapier directed forward for quick thrusts.
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Post by Trésor de Lys on Apr 30, 2017 2:31:53 GMT
The Spracken, as quick as it was, circled its opponent from a distance. Its eyes looking in various directions, keeping track of its opponent's ever movement, even from its peripheral - although it will never be known to them if the spracken has a peripheral or not. The swiftness of the animal was almost surprising, if it hadn't had the body of a small mammal.
The beast, anger in its eyes, fearful of the light, ran towards its opponent, in search of shade. The beast would claw at, and peck the ankles of its opponent, drawing blood as it did so. The animal would be too quick to puncture with a blade, as it was as quick as a chicken running with its head cut off. Damage could be done by oneself if one wasn't careful enough. The animal from time to time, would jump up at its opponent, bounding off of the arm, neck, and head - scratching every time.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 11:41:18 GMT
(Damn it. If only i had my cape.)
Aireth followed the creature's movement, attempting to predict where it would be when it was within range of his rapier. Little thing was quick and no larger than your average house cat, so this would make good practice, Aireth was sure, for the future.
In came the creature for it's first rush. Trying to lead it some due to it's speed, Aireth made a quick jab as it came within range only for it to do a quick sidestep around his thrust. Attempting to follow up with a slash from his arming sword before it got within range.
Hit or miss, the creature continued to dart between his feet, and Aireth lift one shoe up above the creature. He felt the claws dig into his stiff leather boots, making small punctures in his skin. The creature went out of range again and Aireth resumed his stance, however opting to have both blades down and poised for thrusts, opposed to the Arming sword being held up for a slash.
The beast came in again, and in response to the second Rapier thrust, it leaped up towards his face. He quickly released his grip on the Arming Sword and brought his armored gloved hand up, using his forearm to block the creature and protect his oh so pretty and important face. Soon as he felt the creature hit his arm, he swung it outwards and pushed his entire body forward in order to off balance the beast and send it flying.
The ground near the center of his circle was becoming somewhat more compact than the dirt on the outer edge due to his nearly fixed position inside it.
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Post by Trésor de Lys on Apr 30, 2017 17:16:39 GMT
The beast, as quick as it was, avoided any jabs, stabs or slashes. Overall, the beast was fast, and a small target. It would have to be beaten in a creative way. After attacking its opponent's head, the beast was thrown off the man, towards the other side of the arena. Much like a household cat, the beast landed on its feet with ease. The beast continued its circling, when it went to attack its opponent again - the pest that it was - it zigzagged, hoping to throw off the enemy. When it arrived at its opponent, it would jump on the arm which he had his hand armor on, and would dig its sharp beak into the skin of his arm, piercing a vein. The beast would then jump off the opponent, blood dripping from his beak, and would circle the man quickly and closely near his feet, scratching the surface of his skin often - almost as a tease. The beast began to notice that the man was unmoving, which irritated the creature to no degree.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 21:05:28 GMT
Aireth hooked the toe of his boot under the pommel of his Arming sword and kicked it away, out of the circle as the creature landed and began to circle him again. This time the creature began to serpentine as it came in again, once again jumping towards his face. Aireth held both of his arms up and grunted at a sharp pain in his arm. Once again Aireth leaned in and pushed the creature away, tearing a whole in the leather of his glove between two of the metal plates. During the brief lull in the fight, he gave the hole a quick inspection. One of the claws got caught between metal plates and tore a hole in the soft leather. Further up his arm, his white blouse sleeve was torn near in half and was beginning to go from white to a deep crimson. The actual wound itself wasn't too large, it was far larger than he would have liked, but it's too late now.
The beast was quickly back at his feet, ducking and diving between and around his feet. It was far too close for him to use his Rapier, due to it's quite long blade. It kept clawing at his ankles, most of the attempts stopped by his leather boots, but some digging deep enough to deliver a small laceration.
At one point when his foot was between the front and back legs, he kicked outwards to gain some distance, sheathing his Rapier and adopting a new stance with his hands raised in a pseudo-boxing stance. Delivering a kick as it came in for another attack soon as it was near his feet.
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Post by Trésor de Lys on May 1, 2017 1:53:57 GMT
The crowd went wild when the participant kicked away his sword. Though there wasn't much intrigue in a beast the size of a house cat, there was intrigue and suspense building from the choices of the handsome Aireth Handler. Gasps and exasperated cries could be heard from the audience as they leaned in their seats.
The beast's movement was consistently quick, and it didn't take much time to pause. However, the beast was caught off-guard as it was booted across the stadium. Not much of a punt, but it still knocked the beast far enough to give its opponent some time to think about their next move. The kick knocked the wind out of the beast, and cracked a rib. The beast let out a shriek that was haunting, and that could puncture an ear drum if the ears were not protected.
It quickly got back onto its feet, and sprinted back towards it opponent, paying no mind to the pain it endured from the broken rib. The beast was taking in shorter and faster breaths - almost like it was hyperventilating. The beast continued its tactic of bounding off of a body part of its opponent - in this case, the arm that had his glove armor - and aimed to scratch the chest of the man, with hopes to draw blood. While it tried to scratch its opponent, the beast also tried to extend its beak to puncture the face of Aireth.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 0:49:33 GMT
As the beast was kicked away, Aireth covered his ears in response to the ear-piercing screech, using his forearm for his one ear due to the hand still gripping the Rapier. During the next few free moments he quickly sheathed his Rapier, using his off-hand to guide the tip in using the side of his thumb against the flat of the blade. Once slammed into it's scabbard, the creature was nearly on him again.
This time would be different. Aireth wouldn't be getting the shitty end of this stick this time. The creature leaped towards his chest, and while it was beginning it's leap Aireth drew back a fist and threw it forward while the creature was airborn, smashing an armored fist into it. He put his full weight into it, rotating his body with his punch and taking a step forward to follow through. His foot came dangerously close to the edge of his circle. While that wouldn't really harm his chances of winning, Aireth would count it as a personal loss for failing his own self-imposed challenge.
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Post by Trésor de Lys on May 4, 2017 3:38:58 GMT
As the beast soared, aiming for the chest of its opponent, but was caught off guard as it was struck by Aireth's armored fist. The beast would land on all fours, similar to a cat, but took damage when the fist impacted its chest. Several of the beast's ribs would crack, the sound audible from where Aireth stood. This would cause the beast to be winded, but ever persistent, as it ran back towards its opponent, aiming to attack its chest once again. This time, if its opponent were to punch again, the beast would grab onto its wrist using its beak, braking the skin.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 23:44:14 GMT
His sleeve was becoming increasingly red from his arm wound. Not to mention it was a dull, burning pain that was beginning to cloud his attention. About time for him to actually finish this up. He brought his fist back and swung it upwards in essentially an uppercut. The creature grabbed ahold of his wrist with it's beak, digging into his glove far enough to deliver a laceration to his arm.
With the creature grabbing hold of hims wrist, Aireth brought both hands up to grab the creature, the gripped wrist clutching the underside of the neck, his free hand on back of it's neck. With a firm grip, Aireth raised the creature up and pulled it down, kneeling to smash the creature into the ground without releasing it.
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Post by Trésor de Lys on May 9, 2017 1:45:37 GMT
The beast would struggle in the hands of its opposing individual, and would begin to shriek as it grasped his neck. The noise would slowly fade as the beast was choked, then ceased to make any noise when it was slammed into the ground. The beast's break would shatter under the pressure, and its opponent would feel a snap in its hands - the feeling and sound the beast breaking its neck.
Overhead, the announcer chimed in "Finally, like chasing a headless spracken..." satisfaction is in his voice.
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