Zhao Han
Warrior of Wei
General of the West
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Post by Zhao Han on Jul 1, 2009 20:47:02 GMT -5
The strike was lightning quick from the swordsman, but Zhao Han caught it and pushed his shield into the blades. In doing so, he saw an opening of his own, his own blade swinging from below the shield towards the opponent's groin, intending the blade only to stop when firmly settled itself in his opponent's breast after castrating his opponent and gutting him in one fluid movement. As he did so, he followed through with his shield's parry and made his best to keep the metal bucker in contact with the blade his opponent kept to his right hand in a swift movement to keep it out of the way.
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Post by Liu Bei on Jul 2, 2009 18:37:45 GMT -5
With a great crunching noise Meng's spear tore into the man's wicker shield, shattering strands and getting caught. Meng grunted, fearing a stab from the man,a fear that was all too realized as the blade plunged forwards.
With his spear caught, what would he do?
Ingenuity was the strength behind Lu Meng. With the man having his shield in front of him with Meng's spear, he'd have to reach. Meng tugged with both hands, and with the strength this afforded him, he whipped his pole to his own right, and towards the man's spear. The shield would give the spear enough size to knock the spear away slightly, but to be assured of his accuracy, he slid his right leg around behind him, pivoting at his hips so as to gain a firmer footing.
But he used this sudden movement to attack, as well.
Whether or not the shield was attached to the spear or not, Meng would use his foot's position behind him to push off, closing the distance between them, his spear held in front of him. The attack would come simultaneously with the man's full extension.
The spear head drove forwards, the menacing hook. He'd com in on the man's right, on his shield arm. The man's shield was nothing firm, and with two strikes already against it, he doubted it'd be very strong right now.
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Sun Ce
Ruler of Wu
The Blazing Spear that is Wu shall never fade from history, rather diminish into it
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Post by Sun Ce on Jul 3, 2009 19:32:56 GMT -5
(24 hour rule, idk if it's cleared or not or whether Erik sent Jen a pm, but here's my post and the rest can settle itself.)
Zhao Han was a true swordman, one of the oldest of days. In one hand he held all that he believed in, his beloved sword. Without a sword, as a warrior, he was nothing. In his other hand was a shield. The shield could be used to protect himself or as a weapon itself. Every swordsman should know the basics of sword and shield on foot. But it was the most elite who could advance to the techniques that desired trickery and finesse, such as the single sword or dual swords. In this swordsman's case, dual hook swords would claim him victory. Against Zhao Han, it would possibly come soon.
As he struck, thrusting his two swords toward Zhao Han's abdomen, the shielded warrior blocked with said shield, and used the small amount of time it took the young assassin to regain his swords after the recoil to attack. The opening that presented itself, however, was not enough to claim the assassin. Not even close.
The young swordsmen saw the attack coming, and it was in rather tight quarters. This, he would use to his own advantage. With his sword in his left hand, Avyentheo, he angled it downward, blocking the swipe from Zhao Han and deadlocking the blades. The assassin slid his opponent's blade with his own, drawing closer and closer to the hilt, where the hooked blade at the front of the handle would lock Zhao Han and his own sword together for a while, only to be jarred lose from a struggle. But the assassin did not want the sword to be free, as he had his own. While he mainained Zhao Han's sword as his own Avyentheo in a lock, he swept the hook sword in his right hand across the back of Zhao Han's legs, an attack that would dearly cripple his legs and take him to the ground.
This was the technique of the hook sword. They were used by assassins and to direct the deadly hook at blade's end to swipe the feet of the victim was the method of dire consequence if the assassins' opponent could not escape it.
(Zhao Han, since this is the first post in this thread of a true life-dangering bout, I'd advise for you to pm me if you have any questions whatsoever, and from there we can both clear everything up.)
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Zhao Han
Warrior of Wei
General of the West
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Post by Zhao Han on Jul 3, 2009 21:50:11 GMT -5
Though he didn't like it, he did what he had to do. His right hand let go of his blade, the sword sent clattering across the deck. In doing so, he had now a free hand, with which he grabbed at the swordsman's wrist, wrestling for the blade. As Zhao Han did so, he felt ground give beneath him again, steel catching him across the back of his leg. The placement of the strike, however, wasn't quite right, the hook resting against the padding that protected the backs of his legs. He once more fell with the blow, taking the swordsman with him, his shield drawn up across his body in a protective move until he hit the ground, at which point he swung his left arm out and angled the shield such that its sharp edge was turned into a weapon, the thing jabbing at the foe with great force and significant weight aiding it. He hadn't exactly expected so quickly to resort to it, but he was ready to if he head to. As the Wei general punched with the shield, he dropped it to the side, grasping for the swordsman's right arm.
In such an action, Zhao Han found that he had the initial advantage, given to him via the surprise of such a change of pace, and took the moment that presented itself to wrestle with the assassin and put himself in the best position.
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Zhen Luo
Queen of Wei
Empress of China
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
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Post by Zhen Luo on Jul 4, 2009 5:11:36 GMT -5
Ganja Man has missed his posting time and has been eliminated from the duel. The posting order is as follows: Lu Meng, TYS, Zhao Han.
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Post by Liu Bei on Jul 4, 2009 11:45:40 GMT -5
The spear bit deep into the midget man, the shield shattering with the strength of the blow. At first it would seem as though he missed, but as he pushed to the right, and the cut was widened, blood gushed forth. The midget man clawed at the wound, moving towards the railing of the boat, slipping in his own blood, and going over the side.
Immediately, sharks began gathering around the boat, adding another hazard; falling meant a chewy death from those below.
Meng shook his spear of the blood, and watched it splatter to the ground. He centered his breathing as he watched the two men tango. It was here that Meng would decide who he wanted to fight, by taking action himself. With both men wrestling on the ground, Meng simply rushed over, and bringing the spear from the side, he drove it, hook facing downwards, towards the mysterious Swordsman, the one not clearly from Wei.
With this action, and because of the way that his spear was made, the chance that the hook would pierce the Wei swordsman as well was high. Because the two were busy looking at each other, the chance that they were even paying attention to Meng was little. He came at them from an angle that TYS and the shield would block any view that Zhao Han would have, and since TYS was facing downwards, he wouldn't see the attack coming.
Meng intended to end this duel now.
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Zhen Luo
Queen of Wei
Empress of China
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
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Post by Zhen Luo on Jul 5, 2009 8:14:31 GMT -5
TYS has asked for an exension. I am granting it because of the holiday.
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Sun Ce
Ruler of Wu
The Blazing Spear that is Wu shall never fade from history, rather diminish into it
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Post by Sun Ce on Jul 5, 2009 15:38:57 GMT -5
((Sorry for the wait, guys.))
The assassin had the upperhand. That much was clear. As he locked Zhao Han's blade, he felt it fly free as Zhao Han released the sword. Lucresenth, the Black-Hilt Blade, made clear contact with the back of Zhao Han's left left, cleaving it and tearing tissue from his calf. Regardless of whether or not he would stay alive over the next few seconds, he would be rather useless as his leg would be immobile and his sword would be flown aside by the young swordsman he fought.
But as he began to fall, he reached to grab the assassin's sword hand. He pulled his hand back, not allowing Zhao Han to get a firm enough grip, and he charged his shoulder upon him, knocking him to begin to fall completely. Lifting Avyentheo in his left hand, he began to bring it down to fataly stab the falling wariror.
But that was only the beginning of his troubles. As he brandished his blade high in the air, he could see in the corner of his eye as Lu Meng drew closer and closer. Quickly, he stabbed his sword down on Zhao Han. The sword would make contact with his flesh just before Zhao Han hit the ground, and as he fell backward, there would be no way for him to adjust hisself in midair to avoid the strike. Barring some miraculous flash form the heavens, Zhao Han would receive the cold bronze steel of the young assassin's sword.
But the assassin did not wait to see how the events transpired. He lowered himself, released his blade where it stuck after he thrust it toward his falling opponent, and he dashed to his right, swerving around the scene as Lu Meng waved his polearm down. Regardless of whether or not his sword made contact, Lu Meng's hooked blade would cleave life from Zhao Han no matter the circumstances. Wresting on the ground, then a sudden change where the warrior above him dashed out of the way, he'd have no time to see the blade, and he would perhaps have two hooked blades gutting him. A sad situation for an honorable warrior.
As Lu Meng swung his polearm with might down, he'd now find himself in a rather tight situation. The assassin swiftly manuevered from once standing over Zhao Han to dashing away from the scene, and he lunged low on Lu Meng as his blade fell. With only one hook sword in hand, he thrust the bladed tip toward Lu Meng's gut with a presice charge to it that would see Meng fallen to the ground, life devoided from him.
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Zhao Han
Warrior of Wei
General of the West
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Post by Zhao Han on Jul 6, 2009 12:43:47 GMT -5
The blade came at him, but Zhao Han noted it, and swatted at the flat of the blade with a directed punch, sending the weapon into the deck, firmly planting itself between his chest and arm, narrowly missing either. By a miracle, the young swordsman left the blade imbedded, as if giving Zhao Han a second chance. It was an opportunity the soldier siezed as he grabbed the blade and used it to direct Lu Meng's dagger-poleaxe into the ground as the assault came upon him. The Wei warrior then, barely grimacing as he put weight on his wounded leg now cut up from the attack earlier, brought his right foot down on the wooden shaft of the blade, his intent clear. As he did so, so as to distract Lu Meng from the assault, the blade the other swordsman knew as Ayventheo came up and towards Lu Meng's chest, the hook darting at the flesh of the target.
The swing for that strike was perfectly fluid. There was no hint of preparation: just the movement of the curved protrusion along the blade into Zhao Han's newest opponent. At that moment, as he felt the blade make contact with Lu Meng's armour, he saw a second blade, reaching for the man's gut. At that moment, Zhao Han felt pity for Lu Meng, the very pity both probably felt for the (formerly) disarmed swordsman. But he didn't let himself dwell on that, and he drew the hook upwards, away from the young swordsman's blade, his grip upon it an iron fist.
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Post by Liu Bei on Jul 6, 2009 17:09:17 GMT -5
((bah, you god damned godmodders))
Meng's blade didn't come straight down, and as such, any attempts to deflect it away only would cause its path to change slightly, however, still going forwards. Since the spear was already moving, and Zhao Han would have to not only yank the forcefully driven sword from the deck, but also get it around to put power into it.
As it stood, Meng's pole would only slightly miss The Young Swordsmen, and Zhao Han would have little chance to block it. How TYS saw Meng coming at him was beyond Meng (Maybe he had super sonic hearing or something?), but Han's subdued nature and near death experience would cause the hook of the sword to catch him about Mid thigh, after a feeble attempt to block.
With the hook penetrated into the man's leg, Meng now had to focus on the other man. He came out of nowhere like a demon, striking toward's Meng's stomach as he tried to run the opposite way. Meng lifted the shaft of his blade, pulling it free from Han's leg just as the sword would come at him. The rounded nature of the blade meant it would deflect up or down, and with Meng lifting the shaft, the blade was deflected downwards. Meng quickly backed away, pulling his spear with him, Han's attempt at standing on the shaft and pinnng it foiled due to an injury and the fact he had to stand after being on the ground.
Meng looked towards the two, both of them now seeming to focus on him. He began to rethink his idea of trying to end it quickly, as both men seemed to have super human powers. Meng gulped; he wasn't prepared to fight god-men. He would, however, remain resolute against these two demons.
He expected them to come at him at the same time. He wished he had a sword, somewhat. However, he would compensate. He brought more of the shaft of the spear to behind him, giving him a shorter ranged weapon. He began circling right, towards TYS, hoping to egg Zhao Han on to stab the man in the back. He kept the weapon up to deflect attacks, and potentially take away that bastard of a sword that the assassin wielded.
((Not godmodding myself, but to think that you both saw/heard me while wrestling over a blade as I came from underneath both of you... well, come on =\ ))
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Zhen Luo
Queen of Wei
Empress of China
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
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Post by Zhen Luo on Jul 6, 2009 19:25:31 GMT -5
I am to tired to properly mod this duel right now, and I need to be up early tomorrow. I am temporarily putting this duel on hold until tomorrow where I can mod this fairly (and make sense of what everyone is doing). If the three of you can work it out then continue, but until then the 24 hour rule does not apply. I am sorry.
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Lyle
Warrior of Wei
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Post by Lyle on Jul 8, 2009 20:23:24 GMT -5
Okey dokey...
So, TYS attemtped to stab Zhao Han as they were both falling to the ground, but Zhao Han posted blocking any prepared attempt upon with his shield- thus that attack ended up doing absolutely nothing. Both warriors then began tangled up on the ground and started struggling with each other, naturally the guy on bottom is having a harder time- and thus would not be able to avoid Lu Meng's surprise attack.
Brian, no true knock against you brother but you're not god, you need to make sure you put more logical thought into your posts, remember, we're playing rotk here, not DW.
Zhao Han your crippled man, I'd assume you just give up or wait for TYS and Lu Meng to finish their fight and then finish you off.
24 Hours for TYS to post.
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Sun Ce
Ruler of Wu
The Blazing Spear that is Wu shall never fade from history, rather diminish into it
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Post by Sun Ce on Jul 8, 2009 20:33:44 GMT -5
(No Lyle, pretty sure I'm God. Kidding, but Justin, I'll continue as TYS, and I expect for this at least you're going as Lu Meng) The young assassin had evaded death from Lu Meng, but by doing so he bore witness to the blade that was intended for his own back instead cripple the swordsman Zhao Han. He regained himself, finding his position a few feet off from the scene where Lu meng stood over Zhao Han and his sword. Pacing slowly back and forth, he scanned his opponent down, planning his advance. In the blink of an eye, he took to a sprint, closing the distance between the two quickly. He was well prepared for the polearm of Lu Meng's, keeping his sword infront of his body. As he drew in, he lowered his shoulders, elevated his body closer to the ground, and swept the Black-Hilt Blade's hook to Lu Meng's calves.
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Post by Liu Bei on Jul 9, 2009 21:34:29 GMT -5
((dude, I work 8 hours a day, give me a break ><))
Lu Meng watched as the men did nothing, Zhao Han seemingly knocked out of the fight. It was with the slightest of chances that he caught that bastard assassin coming in for a hook shot against him.
The blade curved downwards, and Meng merely dropped the butt of his spear into the deck of the ship, peircing it slightly, creating an unbreakable defense against the hooked sword. The man was close, and as such, Meng used the only weapon he had against him.
With the blade stopped low, Meng kicked his spear with the back of his foot, the blade falling straight down towards the man's head. Chunks of wood flew into the air behind him as the spear was pushed downwards, combination with Meng's hand forcing it downwards and the kick causing centrifugal force to smash the head downwards.
The spear itself wouldn't cause much damage, but the dastardly hook would potentially peirce his skull. And unless the man was willing to lose his sword, there was little chance that he would find a way out of the situation, do to his proximity.
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Sun Ce
Ruler of Wu
The Blazing Spear that is Wu shall never fade from history, rather diminish into it
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Post by Sun Ce on Jul 9, 2009 22:12:37 GMT -5
(Break given, no problem)
The assassin had swept his hook sword at the feet of his opponent, and Lu Meng thrust the blunt end of his spear to the ground to block it. The young swordsman had planned to wrestle for superiority, as he had the better positioning to gain it, but Lu Meng kicked at the shaft, sending the hooked spear end down to the assassin's spine. As he did this, the assassin released the pressure on his sword, and retrieved it to his body.
To attampt to block this attack would be foolish, Lu Meng was swinging with full momentum and strength. Instead, he shifted a few inches to the right, holding his sword up in an angle tilting downwards. Upon contact, he would feel the recoil, but he would also derail the path of the hooked spear.
As the polearm of his opponent passed, the assassin gripped his sword tight, and made no adjustment at all from his current position to strike. As he held the sword, he simply thrust the back end, which had a six-inch blade, toward Lu Meng's throat in an attempt to catch him before he could recover from his previous attack.
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