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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Foxtrot Date: July 23, 2014, 10:20 am
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As Feral rapidly approaches, Foxtrot tries to look for a weak
point to exploit. When his opponent gets on his back hooves,
however, is when the unicorn finds just the right spot to hit.
Leaving his front left hoof to hold his sheathed katana, Foxtrot
reaches back to his guitar and grips its neck. With a flick of
his hoof he pulls off his instrument and slings it right at
Feral's back hooves. Thankfully for his opponent's eagerness for
close quarter fighting, the distance between them is quite slim.
Foxtrot edges forward as he returns both hooves to his sword and
waits for an opening to strike, whether Feral evades the guitar
or not.
#Post#: 3084--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sir Providence Date: July 24, 2014, 10:25 am
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The first of Grace's attacks was deflected, as was to be
expected. The day ponies started to just stand around and let
somepony hit them with a sword would be the same day Grace gave
up on her training as there would no longer be any reason to. As
Grace had already written off her first slash as a miss in some
form or another she had already been ready to recover the blade
as the tight magical grip on its hilt pulled it back immediately
in proper form. What she hadn't been expecting however was the
second fan headed right for her, the obvious parrying
capabilities the seemingly innocent items had proving what Grace
had been suspecting and of course showing that they weren't
something she wanted to get close to her. The sudden appearance
of a second and smaller weapon was something Grace was used to
however, it being a common tactic for those who used her weapon
of choice, so her reflexes were quick, the mare gritting her
teeth as she pulled her head and neck back far enough to allow
her deft hoofwork to reposition her more to her opponents left
and avoid the incoming attack, though she did feel a light brush
from the close call.
All the while her rapier was being readied for another attack.
How close Honey was now prevented proper use of her weapon and
limited what she could do to pommel strikes and hoof to hoof
moves, both of which she still was skilled enough in as her
training demanded she be, but instead Grace decided she'd try
something more creative. As she was dodging and repositioning
herself, the rapier in her magic was swiftly pulled back and
away from her opponent, then was dextrously spun in a full
circle as it was pulled around her back end and was kept close
to her right side before being again thrusted forward towards
Honey, Grace having gifted her weapon enough range to do so and
having the flat of her blade slide against her clothes as she
tried to use her own body to help hide her attack from Honey
until it was too late.
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Feral didn't care about the guitar his opponent was reaching
for, in fact he seemed to not bother with even acknowledging its
presence as he instead decided to take full advantage of how
Foxtrot was attempting to go for the makeshift weapon after he'd
already gotten up on his back hooves. Almost in the blink of an
eye Feral made several stabs down towards his opponents face,
neck and chest, allowing his upper body to be pushed down by
gravity in the process so as to add more weight to the blows. He
didn't try to dodge or block the incoming musical instrument,
instead letting it hit him fully, the guitar knocking his back
legs out from under him and toppling the wilder stallion. Almost
right away though, through reflex and his being rather
accustomed to hitting the ground it seemed, one of Feral's front
hooves shot out to hit the ground first, how they were already
headed in the grounds direction made this easier, and the katar
on his hoof scrapped the ground as he prevented another hard
landing, his other front hoof joining the first just before his
back legs and lower body hit the ground. With a push of his
front legs and a kick of one of his back ones, Feral was again
right back on his hooves, staring at Foxtrot with burning
aggression in his eyes as he looked to be about to charge again.
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"Who? Look, guy, I think it would be best if you didn't just
make things up to try and make yourself sound awesome," Hurtle
replied, an exchange of flat looks between judges ensuing, "I
understand that facing one of such high status as I may cause
you to develop a feeling of inadequacy or to believe that should
you not respond with something that sounds as grand as the
Eastern Derby Dust Diggers you would have both your past and
your chances openly chuckled over by the crowd around us, but
just making things up is dishonest and shameful." The appearance
of Kite's weapon changed nothing about the cadence or tone of
Hurtle's voice as he continued, "Now begone with you, you
falsehood spreading peon, I wish to avoid any contact with those
so insecure with themselves as to lie and pretend during what is
meant to be an honorable duel.Shoo. Scoot. I will allow you to
leave without any further shaming should you go now." Hurtle
remained in his place, either out of not wanting to make the
first move or, if his most recent wobble was any sign, a slow
decline in his balance.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Golden Gear Date: July 24, 2014, 12:29 pm
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The "tactic" Fritter had chosen was either a brilliant ruse of
somekind, or an act of pure desperation. To Golden it looked
more and more like the latter. She kept slowly moving around,
while still maintaining enough distance to not get hit by the
club. When Fritter seemingly needed to take a break from his
relentless flailing, Golden thought about moving in for a
strike, but something in her wanted to see how Fritter would
continue from here. Surely after seeing that his "tactic" didn't
work he would change it... Right?
"Nope." Was all Golden said to both Fritter's question and her
earlier train of thought about Fritter's tactics. Seeing that
the stallion was clearly a one trick pony when it comes to
fighting, Golden tried to estimate the size of the club and
attempted to stop the flailing with her wrench by grabbing the
club between the jaws of her tool.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sir Providence Date: July 25, 2014, 1:46 pm
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"Amethyst, you may either return to the waiting area to rest up
or stay out here and watch the rest of the preliminaries.
Anodyne,, while you have been eliminated, we invite you to some
of the best seats available in the stadium to watch the rest of
the tournament. On the house." the judges watching over zone one
informed the two competitors, the former wearing a proud smile
as he was named the victor while the latter walked with a slight
limp from the lingering effects of the magical field emulating
the feeling of a sprained ankle as he left with a grumpy frown
from his defeat.
Once the zone was cleared, the judges gave a nod to the
clipboard pony from earlier, him returning it then clearing his
throat as he readied to call the next pair.
"Alright, listen up for the next pair!' He called to the waiting
ponies to get their attention, "Right, so, next pair is...
Shadowed Mesa and... Silencia? Welp, hop to it you two."
The mare listed as Silencia, a unicorn wearing a light cloak and
seemingly unarmed wasted no time in heading for the first of the
zones, the ground beginning to show signs of trample and getting
turned up from the previous tussle. Silencia settled in on her
side of the zone, idly looking around at the ponies watching and
checking in on the neighboring zones from her spot.
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Fritter kept up his blazing fast and ingenious wall of club
swings with the skill and practice of a drunken baseball player,
him sounding a wimpy "eeeeh" type sound in between tired gasps
for breath as he began to again peter out while his leg started
to burn from the exercise. This continued until suddenly
Fritter's weapon was stopped in mid swing by... something. He
didn't know what had happened seeing how he couldn't see
anything with his eyes shut, and he was reluctant to change
that, but after a few fruitless attempts to jerk the club free
he had no choice but to open them.
"Hey!" he shouted when he saw how Golden had clamped her wrench
onto the club, "Let go! That's mine!" Using both of his hooves,
Fritter tried to pry his club free of the wrench that was
keeping it from being used to continue swinging away like a
lumberjack new to the job.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Foxtrot Date: July 26, 2014, 2:26 pm
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Feral's attacks are swift and forceful; Foxtrot tilts his katana
to block the first two strikes to his face and neck, but is
knocked back when the third hits his right chest plate. He
staggers back a few steps as a sharp pain hits him, his armor
thankfully taking most of the impact. Instinctively he reaches
to his wound and looks to his hoof, expecting blood but finding
none at all. 'Oh yeah, that ward thing is up. Still hurts like
hay though.' He turns to his opponent, matching his aggressive
glare. Instead of waiting for Feral to act again, Foxtrot darts
forward, rapidly closing the distance. As soon as he gets within
striking distance, he raises his weapon overhead, but suddenly
slides to the right and swings down towards his opponent's
shoulders in an attempt to immobilize him.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Kite Date: July 26, 2014, 3:27 pm
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Kite gives a slight sigh and a roll of his eyes. Seems Hurtle
really is delusional. There doesn't seem to be much point in
arguing with him further, he doubt he'll be able to convince the
stallion oh his legitimacy, and such a thing would waste time
and not be terribly interesting for the small amount of ponies
who had already gathered to watch. He does have to wonder if
just standing he could possibly win the match just by standing
here and talking, given how unused to the armor Hurtle seems.
Maybe if he waited long enough the overly armed earth pony would
just topple over of his own accord. He doubts that would let him
qualify though. He advances, figuring he might as well get
things started, and slashes his sword at the gap between
Hurtle's chestplate and foreleg.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: July 26, 2014, 6:41 pm
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Mesa's ears swiveled towards the clipboard-holding stallion as
he called out to catch the attention of the waiting ponies, but
she didn't look away from the fight until she heard her name, at
which she quickly turned her gaze away from the spectacle to
focus more fully on the announcer. She felt very serene at this
point, having managed to reached the curious calmness that she
often had when a group she was guiding was in danger. This is
it, was Mesa's only thought as she made her way to Zone 1 and
stopped several feet away from the cloaked unicorn.
She locked eyes with her opponent, then reached to unbuckle her
crossbow and smoothly reared up on her hind legs, holding the
crossbow loosely in her hooves and not taking her eyes off
Silencia the whole time. However, she didn't reach for her bolts
or load her bow. I need to more than beat her, I need to put on
a show, she reminded herself, and raised her chin slightly.
Coolly shifting her gaze from the unicorn to the judges, Mesa
kept every muscle tense as she waited for the judges to give the
signal to begin.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Honey Dew Date: July 27, 2014, 6:18 am
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In the heat of the moment, Honey lost track of the mare's rapier
as she repositioned herself. Wary of wherever it had gone,
Honey's gaze quickly flitted about the immediate area as she
slowly sidestepped, hooves still held up in preparation and
balance and her fans levitating beside her, waiting to be used.
When Honey finally caught on to what was happening and she saw
the glint of the blade's steel coming towards her, she did her
best to dodge out of its way and deflect the swipe with her
metal tessen, but only barely managed to succeed. She felt the
sensation of her skin being sliced--though no pain yet, despite
her knowing it would come in just a few moments.
Gritting her teeth, she reacted quickly and snapped her hoof
over to the rapier and clutched its hilt tightly, hoping to
prevent it from being used again. As her hoof touched her side,
she was surprised to feel the lack of a certain warm liquid, but
was pleased to find that, at least there really was no risk of
dying. The sensations of battle could still be felt, though,
which she supposed was still enough reason to continue avoid
getting hit. As she gripped the rapier in her hoof, she lunged a
little closer towards Grace, taking another swipe at the mare
with her bladed tessen, starting from her outer shoulder and
moving to her neck again.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Golden Gear Date: July 29, 2014, 11:01 am
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Golden strengthened her grip on the club when Fritter began to
try free it from her wrench. "I think you have flailed enough!"
Golden called back, and she followed her reply with a strong
pull, trying to pull the club away from Fritter's hooves.
#Post#: 3116--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sir Providence Date: July 29, 2014, 12:02 pm
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Feral's eyes were glued on Foxtrot as the other stallion dashed
forward. He saw the weapon his opponent wielded be raised, but
his reflexes were too quick to fall for the ruse being put on
display, the weapons lack of immediate descent only earning a
continued stare as Foxtrot slid to the side. Feral again stayed
where he was though, and when the sword being swung his way
started to fall towards him he didn't attempt to roll or jump or
duck out of the way, but instead shot his right hoof up to hit
the weapon head on. He didn't try to catch it with his katar,
the punching dagger being too small to have effectively been
capable of counter cutting the much longer and heavier weapon,
but instead used his hoof itself to meet it in its swing,
catching it first in the center of his hoof and then twisting it
just enough to slide the edge up and between his hoof and katar
to try and keep it locked where it was, the swing stopping just
an inch or so above his shoulders. Hoping to take full
advantage of of the grab, he twisted his torso and kicked
himself back onto his back hooves with his free front one and
then pushed all of his body weight down into a stab directed
towards Foxtrot's chest.
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"Ah, I see," Hurtle said as Kite began to walk closer, Hurtle
having lowered his sword to a more casual position during all of
his talking, "a polite bow of respect before your withdrawal
from the tournament, yes? Good on you for being such a good
sport and recognizing what you've already gained from this.
Normally I'm fine with bows being given from a further distance
away, but I can see you want to show that you really mean it so
I'll allow you a closer look at me so you can properly convey
the respect you hold with your eyes... Alright, that's good, now
bow away! ... You're close enough, sir, I can practically
measure your iris from here. You're beginning to invade personal
space you aren't qualified to enter, and I advise that you-"
Hurtle was caught off guard when Kite did the unthinkable.
Initiated the match. Insane! With a small gasp of surprise,
Hurtle whipped the leg still holding his sword into action and
angled the blade up in time to clash into the incoming sword,
his hooves then needing to spread out more as he tried to keep
his balance.
"The nerve!" he said, absolutely insulted as he held the weapon
at bay, "I offer you a chance to avoid embarrassment, and you
reply with this insult! ... I wasn't ready! Go back to your
corner and start over!"
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Silencia took note of Shadowed's apparent favoring of long range
engagements. If she was big on keeping to her crossbow, then
that would mean that Silencia wuld need to find a way to close
in, or at least keep herself from staying in a static position
for any real length of time. Crossbows obviously tended to make
full head on charges end with unfortunate stories though, so
Silencia knew she'd have to get creative, even if the weapon
wasn't loaded from the get go. Who knew how fast Shadowed was in
getting a bolt ready...
"Zone one," Silencia's muscles tensed as she heard the judges
speak up, her immediately widening her stance and focusing in on
Shadowed across from her, "You may begin."
Right away Silencia seemed to almost disappear in a blur of
speed as she dashed to the side, her going an almost full
quarter circle around her opponent but facing her the whole way
as the dust she was kicking up from the upturned dirt from the
fight before hinted that shed dragged her hooves the entire
distance. It was clear she had used magic to perform this sudden
repositioning as her horn was aglow with her particular aura
when she'd stopped, her cloak billowing dramatically in the dust
while her horn glowed more intensely for a moment to threaten
further action.
All in all though, this was just her making a big dramatic scene
as, unless somepony was paying extremely careful attention, most
would have missed the three throwing knives Silencia had left in
her wake and cloaked in the cloud of dust, starting from where
she had originally started and spacing them out with a few feet
between each. They hovered there in her magic for a moment to
hide in the dust and hopefully ensure full focus was on Silencia
herself, before then shooting out and towards the crossbow
hefting mare across from them.
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Grace felt her rapier be grabbed, a bad sign but not something
new to experience for the mare, and her quick attempt to pull
back her weapon after the failed stab was met with no success.
Right away, almost on reflex due to hours of practicing for this
situation hammering into her a magical equivalent of muscle
memory, her magic flared so as to expand her aura around the
hilt of her rapier, giving an outwards push that would hopefully
weaken the other mares grip enough for Grace to twist her weapon
away. In the mean time though, Grace had been left open to a
counter attack and the tessen headed for her was going to make
contact whether Grace liked it or not. She couldn't stop herself
from being hit, but she could prevent herself from knowing what
a slit throat felt like as she both ducked her head down to
protect her neck and lifted her shoulder to better brace for the
swipe. When the tessen was allowed a clean cut across her
shoulder and then the side of her face Grace gave out gasp of
pain and did not like the thought of what she had to look
forward to in the mirror later, even though no actual damage had
been done, but used that flare in adrenaline to attempt a fast
counter of her own.
Without her rapier, and with the close proximity of Honey making
such a weapon rather useless anyway, Grace had to fall into
something less elegant. Rearing back immediately after the
swipe, one eye still closed from the intense sting of the none
existent cut across her face, Grace pulled back far enough to
throw a hoof forward in a punch towards Honey's face. Now, even
though the punch was something one obviously would have wanted
to avoid due to Grace having experience in boxing and grappling
for just such an occasion as this, it was not actually the focus
of what she was doing. As she reared back and cocked her leg for
the punch, Grace diverted a portion of her magical focus,
lessening her attempt to free the much less useful rapier at
this point, to a hilt in the boot of her hoof and sleeve of that
leg, grasping hold of the grip of a dagger tucked in and hidden
away for emergencies, the act of throwing the punch unsheathing
it from its hiding place and the follow through of the hoof
speeding toward Honey being the cover it used to be stabbed
lower and towards Honey's torso at the same time.
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"Nuh-uh!" Fritter tried to shout before his full leaning back as
he tried to pull his weapon free was foiled when Golden wrenched
it from his grip. All that weight of his had to go somewhere
though as, now with nothing to hold onto, he fell backwards and
tumbled end over end before coming to a stop in a small heap
with him balanced on his shoulders and his lower body above him,
his tail swishing in his face. Left unarmed and with absolutely
no idea what to do next as his combat experience was non
existent, Fritter at first blew a tuft of his tail away from his
face so he could see, but then decided to let it fall back over
his face as he was not excited to see what would happen next. He
wondered briefly if there was a "tap out" rule he could exploit.
Surely there must have been right? In the middle of his thinking
he lost his precarious balance and slumped over onto his side,
him laying there for a couple seconds then sitting up in the
blink of an eye with his hooves held out in front of him.
"Hey... Uh... Hehe... We can talk about this..." he said to
Golden with a very nervous grin.
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