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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sir Providence Date: July 18, 2014, 7:36 pm
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Hatchet's attention was easy enough for Peridot to catch once
the stallion realized that she was both his opponent and a
crystal pony from the similarly named empire to the north. Being
a pony who made a living chopping wood outside and away from the
city, he'd never had the opportunity see somepony from those
chilled lands and found the fact that her coat was shining the
way it was to be rather neat and interesting. It was the kind of
thing that he would normally have wanted to strike up a
conversation about, though the current situation meant that the
chances for such a talk were low. He did however give a quick
nod in greeting to be friendly and all that.
Cool sparkly coat or no, Hatchet still seemed confident with
himself even as the mare readied a bow for when the word to
begin was given, his lack of armor meaning he probably didn't
want to stay grounded for the entire fight, his wings stretching
out to warm up as he started thinking about how he could use
just his body and the hatchet he carried to their best, the
weapon being bounced idly in his hoof as he waited and thought.
"Zone eight," a judge called out, Hatchet's ears perking up as
he heard the words both he and the mare across from him were
waiting for, "You may begin."
Meanwhile, Fritter in zone four was... well...
"You may begin." Almost immediately Fritter flinched at the
words as if expecting the sounds themselves to somehow knock him
over instead of the mare with the big wrench that walked into
the same area he'd been standing around in for the last few
minutes. The sounds and sights of the other fights nearby had
been enough to definitely assure him that this had been a big
mistake and he had only grown increasingly nervous even despite
the much less warrior-ish appearance of the pony he had been
instructed to battle.
Now that his match had officially begun though, he had no idea
what to do. Looking over at Golden, Fritter decided the best
course of action was to screw his eyes tightly shut then hold
out the club he'd brought with him. There it hovered for a few
seconds until he remembered that weapons were usually swung
around and what not, so, without opening his eyes, he began to
flail his club back and forth with the simplistic weapon
swatting at little more than air as he did this a good distance
away from Golden.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Honey Dew Date: July 18, 2014, 8:34 pm
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Rapier. Fast, agile, used more for thrusting. The rapier's speed
meant her katana would be near useless. To do so would have been
foolish. She could try to take the mare out with an Iaijutsu
strike, but if it failed that would leave her open with her
katana the only means for combat. So that was out. All that left
were her tessen. They were arguably just as quick as the rapier,
and combined with Wing Chun, she had a better chance for
survival. When the announcers said that she and her opponent
were okay'd to begin their match, Honey bowed in respect to her
opponent, before pushing herself up on her back hooves and
taking on a wide, rock-steady stance with her hooves held up
with her center line. As she did this, she took one of her fans
with her magic, flicked it open with a loud, crisp 'SNAP!', then
slowly began fanning herself with it, the blades of the fan
hidden to Grace behind its black cloth. This is how she stayed
as she watched Grace, body still as a statue as she declined the
offer to make the first move.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Foxtrot Date: July 18, 2014, 9:34 pm
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Foxtrot's ears snap into attention at the sudden cry given by
his wily opponent, already tensing as he charges forward without
even waiting for the judge to finish. Seeing how direct Feral's
attack is, Foxtrot drops onto his back, keeping his hind hooves
just at the right angle. As the katars pierce the air towards
the unicorn's chest, they end up falling a bit more towards his
face due to his new stance. However they only stop a few inches
away from his face as the unicorn presses his back hooves
against Feral's vest; with a short grunt Foxtrot launches his
opponent back towards his original position, adding a little
more kick to his move for good measure. With Feral once again a
good distance away, Foxtrot gets back up and pulls out his
katana as it still lays in its sheathe. The unicorn's breathing
becomes controlled as he analyses his opponent; expecting more
frontal attacks, he devises some strategies for his next move.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: July 19, 2014, 11:06 am
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Mesa continued scanning the other competitors until the other
ponies entered, and she turned her attention to them, the
pegasus’s wings twitching with building eagerness. Her ears
perked up when the stallion called out the third pair of names.
Foxtrot? It couldn’t be the same one, could it? she wondered.
She remembered the tan unicorn's skill with the katana, and
smiled slightly. I’ll have to see if I can watch any of his
fights.
A look of faint disappointment crossed her face when her name
wasn’t called, but she shrugged it off, deciding it might be
more useful to watch the first fights and get the feel of some
of the other competitors, anyway. Seeing several other ponies
head to watch the first round, Mesa trotted after them. She
blinked as she made her way outside, studying the makeshift
zones, then walked down beside them, examining each combatant
she passed. She caught sight of Foxtrot, already fighting in the
third zone. Gravitating towards a familiar face, she approached
a few other ponies who were already observing the brawl and
stood with them as she watched curiously, making sure to keep an
eye on the other fights as well. It was never too late to try to
catch a few tricks she could use later on.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Kite Date: July 19, 2014, 5:05 pm
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Kite's ears perk up when he hears his name called, and he gives
Mesa one last nod before heading off to his zone. He can
understand the want to have multiple matches at once, in order
to save time, though the number of them going at once he finds
odd. With so many, you'd need a large number of judges to keep
track of everypony, and it seems to him that it would be enough
trouble that taking a little extra time would be worth it. He's
even more unsure when he emerges into the arena and sees the
zones. There was hardly any room for a proper fight in each, and
ponies that rely on mobility to fight would be disadvantaged. He
wouldn't be able to use his lance effectively either, though
thankfully his opponent looked like the knight wouldn't have
much trouble even despite his relatively mediocre sword skills.
He looks the earth pony over as he sets the lance aside and
enters their zone. He didn't look much like he'd know what he
was doing, but Kite wasn't about to get complacent. Looks could
be deceiving after all, and he knew better than to let his guard
down around even an inexperienced opponent anyway. Drawing his
sword, he comes to a stop opposite the other armored pony and
waiting for the judge's call to begin.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Peridot Frost Date: July 19, 2014, 6:24 pm
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As soon as the judge finished speaking, Peridot grabbed the
arrow with her teeth and drew it back, but waited to see how
Hatchet would move before she fired. She had seen him fluttering
his wings just a moment before and didn't want her aim thrown
off by a sudden takeoff. Sure enough, the large pegasus flapped
upwards, creating air currents that could have deflected the
path of her shot. While Peridot tried to determine the best way
to aim her arrow, Hatchet continued to gain altitude. He stopped
for a moment about six feet off the ground, then began zooming
towards the crystal pony. Peridot quickly made up her mind and
fired at the pegasus's right wing. The arrow caught in the
primary feathers, and then covered them with a sheet of ice that
rendered the wing unusable.
Although Peridot had managed to limit Hachet's ability to fly,
his momentum was still carrying him straight towards her,
hatchet first. With no time to draw another arrow, or even to
duck, Peridot brought her bow up in front her. Supporting the
wood with both front hooves, she blocked the handle of the
hatchet a few inches below the blade and deflected it to the
side. The weapon glanced off of Peridot's right side, slightly
denting the armor, instead of hitting her square in the face.
She noticed her opponent stumble, thrown off balance by the
sideways motion her maneuver had caused him and by the growing
weight of the ice on his wing. Peridot took the moment to nudge
the pegasus's shoulder with the tip of her bow, directing
Hatchet's momentum towards the far side of their zone. He
stumbled a few more steps away from her, giving the archer
enough time and space to draw another arrow from her quiver and
place it on her bow.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Golden Gear Date: July 20, 2014, 3:55 am
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Fritter's... Confident, first move confused Golden. The stallion
was just flailing away like a raging beast. Too bad he was still
standing in the other side of their zone. Golden looked at the
judges, as if to somehow ask "can i hit him now?" But of course
the judges wouldn't answer her nonexistent question. Golden
began to move slightly closer while still keeping a safe
distance to the flailing club. She tried to spot an opening she
could use to strike, but from the front side Fritter's "defense"
was impenetrable. Golden kept her weapon ready for any surprise
moves and decided to wait a bit longer. Maybe the stallion would
wear out soon.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sir Providence Date: July 20, 2014, 4:16 pm
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Grace was watched as her opponent ignored her challenge and just
stood there, waiting for her to make the first move and
occupying herself with a fan. The rapier wielding mare watched
for a moment, eyes going from the sword Honey carried to the fan
held in her magic. Grace's expression didn't change, no sign of
confusion or shift in confidence as the opening to their match
remained uneventful in the beginning seconds, an eventual
narrowing of her eyes showing that she'd come to a decision as
she finally advanced cautiously. She couldn't know for sure,
but, hey, if she was wrong than that would simply mean that this
was going to be easier than if she was right. It took only a few
steps for her to reach a comfortable range within the small zone
she shared with Honey, the magic grasping the hilt of her rapier
allowing her to maximize her weapons reach as she took full
advantage and opened with a slash of her swords tip aimed for
the belly above the legs Honey was balancing on, the slash being
readied and delivered masterfully with enough speed to almost
cause the blade to vanish as its tip whistled through the air
towards its target. Whether or not the slash made contact, the
rapier would be pulled back to follow up with an equally fast
redirection of the sword to deliver a thrust upwards towards the
mares chest.
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Feral, upon being launched by Foxtrot, twisted his body in
mid-air so as to purposefully hit the ground hard and limit any
sliding or rolling that may have resulted from the redirection
of his leap as he immediately recognized his inability to
recover more gracefully. Crashing into the ground, Feral right
away was less pushing and more tossing himself back up to his
hooves, whatever pain may have been caused by the landing and
the kick delivered by Foxtrot evidently being ignored as he,
once stable, again burst forth to limit the distance between him
and his opponent. What breathing room Foxtrot had bought himself
was being drastically cut down very quickly as Feral closed
again, the wild pony already reaching the range necessary to use
his blade ended limbs and rearing back onto his back hooves so
as to rain down a flurry of stabs and slashes with his daggers,
all the while almost snarling savagely as he pressed his attack.
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"Zone six, you may begin." A judge alerted the pair of armored
stallions in their slice of the arena, Hurtle making a loud
clanking sound as he reached a hoof over to draw one of his
swords, a couple of arrows in the quiver balanced on his back
falling loosely to the ground from the movement. Hurtle didn't
seem to care... but maybe he just hadn't noticed from inside his
helmet...
"I, good sir, shall give you one chance to walk away!" he loudly
assured and or promised Kite as he balanced his sword in one
hoof and tried to pull up the visor of his helmet with the other
so as to rid his voice of its muffled tone, "Simply turn around
and walk away and you won't have to suffer the embarrassment of
being bested by one as well prepared and trained as I! Hurtle P.
Triumph Esquire of the Eastern Derby Dust Diggers!"
The two judges paying attention to zone six gave each other
confused looks as neither recognized what the heck Hurtle was
talking about.
"None will think less of you for dropping out early once they
learn that you had the misfortune of squaring off against me! So
fear not for your reputation, as merely meeting me here on this
field of battle has most likely improved it beyond your wildest
expectations! Perhaps even more than the tournament itself ever
could!" Hurtle stumbled to his left as he tried to flourish his
sword as he said this, him recovering before he could fall over
and then waiting to see what Kite would do.
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Fritter's flailing slowed after a few more seconds of wild
swinging, his limb starting to burn from the exercise while his
breathing became heavier and demanded more of his attention to
maintain. Eventually going from a wall of defensive of offense
to a weak and slow swatting to his left and right, Fritter then
plopping back onto his rear as he gasped for breath from his
exhaustive display of combat prowess, eyelids still tightly
squeezed together as he almost decided to lay down on his back
as he attempted to catch his breath. After about a second of
gasping the stallion dared to crack open one of his eyes and
flinched to see that not only was Golden still standing after
his relentless attack but she had managed to find a way to sneak
closer. Thinking fast, Fritter switched which hoof was holding
his club and again took up his flailing with his fresh though
less dominant leg, head leaned back with his eyes again closed
as he both tried to protect his face and didn't want to see
whatever would happen next.
"Give up yet!?" He shouted, attempting to sound tough but having
his wavering voice reveal his question to be the hopeful request
that it really was.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Honey Dew Date: July 22, 2014, 8:29 am
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Honey wondered briefly how long they'd stay there, staring each
other down like that. They couldn't have had all day--surely
there must have been some sort of time limit. That realization
only made Honey curious. How long would it take before the mare
that was her opponent would get fed up, and make the first move?
Would that extra stress from a lack of time cause her to make a
mistake? Finally, the mare seemed to be finished with just
standing there and approached Honey. No doubt the mare was going
to open up with a thrust... Readying herself for that, she
tensed her muscles up and concentrated on her magic, holding her
breath and waiting. She watched as, inch by inch, Grace closed
the distance, before the calm before the storm was shattered by
the first struck blow.
Moments before Grace's rapier struck out toward Honey's
midsection, the violet glow of her magic surrounded the other
fan still hidden in its holster on the belt of her sword and
immediately ripped it out of its home, snapping it open with a
second crisp 'SNAP!' as she brought it in front of her. This
second fan that she swiftly positioned in front of her, ready to
deflect the incoming thrust, looked to be made of some sort of
folded metal
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/>quite likely used for defense rather than offense. It was in
this manner that she used her second fan as she deflected the
rapier's first thrust off to the side, giving her enough time to
quickly step in and counter with a swipe of her bladed fan
towards Grace's unguarded throat.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Kite Date: July 22, 2014, 8:28 pm
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Kite takes a glance over at the judge's when they give the call
to begin, two of the four ponies already watching another match
in the neighboring zone. His attention turns back Hurtle when
the pony goes to draw his sword, spilling several arrows on the
ground in the process. He watches the armored stallion calmly as
he goes on about how apparently amazing he is and that he should
just give up now. Like the judges, he's never heard of this pony
or his family. Perhaps he was simply delusional about who he was
and what he could do; or maybe it was all bluster meant to scare
an opponent who wouldn't know any better. Either way, he was
unimpressed, especially after the botched flourish that made
Hurtle almost lose his footing. Kite stays silent for another
moment as his opponent regains his balance, then answers. "I am
Sir Kite Vanguard, Knight Commander of the Order of the Juniper.
And I am not going to back down." He takes a step forward, sword
held at the ready to begin the fight.
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