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| Fit to Inherit; [P] Vyse -- Charger training wooo! | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Nov 5, 2011 2:52 pm (232 Views) | |
| Balan | Sat Nov 5, 2011 2:52 pm Post #1 |
 
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Allison had changed somewhat since her trip to Striberg. She had thought she was tough before, but now she was even tougher. Her skills in swordsmanship were honed to a razor edge. Perhaps, she mused, the combat training had shifted her priorities. It made her realize that her end goal was finally in sight. Allison looked positively at her return to her hometown; apparently her family's house was completely rebuilt and they were settled in. They were even able to afford a new, more roomy stable for the Heirloom. All it would take to get there was a short walk through the refugee camps. It was always depressing to move through here. So many people were still confined to these slumlike networks of tents and ramshackle buildings. Her family was blessed to have not had to live in this place long; only a few months immediately after the fall of the city, until they could gather enough of their supplies to make it to the Debon Plains. Some people had to have lived here for over two years. Allison kept her eyes down at her feet, one hand on the strap of her satchel and the other carrying a sheathed longsword -- now much more well-worn than before her trip. A horse's legs appeared in her field of view. She looked up to see a mounted man standing in her way. He was a young man around her age clad in bloodstained chainmail, grinning. Allison instinctively backed up, but more men on foot surrounded her. "Good morning, young lady!" the mounted man -- perhaps the leader -- said, a wide grin on his face. There was no way these weren't bandits, so Balan immediately pulled her longsword from its sheathe. The leader chuckled and unsheathed a long scimitar, one he could easily use to strike from his horse's back. "With an attitude like that, I don't even have to run through my demands," he mused. |
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| Vyse | Sat Nov 5, 2011 5:12 pm Post #2 |
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Vyse grimaced, Qadaj had left him behind, demanding he rest for a few days, talking about some nonsense that one of these days someone is going to kill him. Vyse half grinned, just as he battle cry suggested, 'None can kill tha Noclan.' Vyse rode Umbriel, heading towards Taras, he had a feeling he was needed there, but he always had that feeling, as if he was constantly called back, truthfully it reminded him of his old life, purging evil no matter who or where it was, wandering with blades in hand and dire tigress at his back, compared to when he first started out purging evil... Vyse was a monster in comparison, strong as a dragon, four blades that he masterfully used at once, and he knew how to fight like a mighty Charger along with his berserker qualities. Umbriel kept up a quick pace, her ears twitching as she heard steel on steel, Vyse looked over to the side, reaching down for his helmet, donning it quickly as Umbriel went faster, charging directly towards it. Vyse drew forth two blades, his longsword Sopheur and his Lan De Yue Jia which he calls Lita. He felt his blood pumping as Umbriel shot into the battle, Vyse saw several men attacking an armed woman, that was all he needed to see as Umbriel roared and he let out his own powerful battle cry, "None can kill the Noclan!" He rushed the group, his blades sweeping down and beheading or literally disarming the men at the elbow. He charged past the woman and the few bandits left, heading straight for the man on horseback, he rarely got to fight another man who preferred mounted combat, it was time to see how strong he was. He brought his blades up and began slashing with both of them, the man tried to block, only to see his blade ripped from his hand from trying to stop Vyse, his blades flickered and flashed through the air, carving the man to pieces and cutting the saddle from the horse. He knew how horses acted, to much blood, to much death, and a giant dire tigress, and now no rider, it would bolt in a moment. Vyse looked on as the horse bolted, he had done his job well, he turned to the woman as he took off his helm, nodding to her, “Are you okay, miss?” |
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| Balan | Sat Nov 5, 2011 8:28 pm Post #3 |
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Balan pivoted and struck the man close to her immediate left. The clattering of steel resounded through the air as their weapons collided. The others jumped to action as well, but they were interrupted by an orange and black blur. The men behind her fell, blood gushing from gaping wounds, which gave her enough pause to distract from her own fight for a split-second. Her helper's battle cry was alarmingly familiar... The thug struck out with his sword while she hesitated, leading her to messily block it. Pressing her feet into the attack, Allison knocked his weapon away and slashed him hard across the stomach, sending him reeling in pain. The wound wasn't nearly deep enough to disembowel, but it gave her an opening to rush over to the other fight. The man was a blur of swords, and the cat with him was unlike any she had ever seen before. He made short work of the remaining bandits within just a few seconds, took off his helmet and asked her if she was alright. Allison stared for a few seconds, shaking from adrenaline. "Yes," she finally said. Her eyes lingered on the massive orange cat. "That battlecry. Are you Vyserial Noclan, by any chance?" A man astride a massive tiger had become a sort of local legend. His trademark battlecry, 'None can kill the Noclan,' usually announced horrible death for any evildoers that might be in the area. This handful of bandits were just a small fraction of the volume of criminals he had disposed of, she realized. Of course, his methods were controversial; some lawmakers didn't appreciate his nasty tendency to kill rather than arrest. Still, his skills in combat were hard to ignore. Balan pressed her sword vertically into the dirt, resting both hands on the pommel, and bowed her head to Vyse in respect. "My name is Allison Balan. I'm 16 years old. I come from a family of warriors, and I need..." she trailed off, interrupting herself. "It's not important. Please teach me how to fight well on the back of a mount. I'll compensate you for it. Your abilities have made you practically famous, and I need to be at the peak of my skills." Her final words were noticeably tinged with desperation, almost as if her safety depended on it. It was a strange request coming from a stranger, but maybe he would help her with the promise of some gold. Edited by Balan, Sat Nov 5, 2011 8:28 pm.
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| Vyse | Sun Nov 6, 2011 4:26 am Post #4 |
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Vyse sheathed his blades, dismounting Umbriel as he listened to the girl, she was asking him for help... and to learn the ways of the Charger, he himself learned it from real battle experience, he either succeeded and lived, or failed and died, he would have to make the girl understand that if she wished to learn from the berserker. He scratched his head as he put his helmet into a satchel on Umbriel's armored side, "I don't charge money for my teachings, if you want to learn you will simply go through exactly what I went through. To learn what I know you must have a mount, someone precious and close to you, someone who you would take a hit for and who would do the same for you. Umbriel is my pet and my partner and she thinks of me as her master and cub, so if you have a mount you can trust with your life I can teach you." Vyse could feel his head spin, the smell of blood was going to make him go berserk, he needed to get away from this place, his face paled a bit as he spoke, "Can we... get out of the area, I have a... condition when it comes to lots of blood, you will learn of it in time if you do study under me. Please follow me, we can talk as we walk." He turned, Umbriel nuzzling his side as they walked, her deep purr resounded from deep within in. Once they had walked far enough away that he couldn't smell the blood he turned to look at Allison, "I never did answer your question, but you probably knew who I was from my battle cry, I am indeed Vyserial Noclan, just call me Vyse. If you'd like you can pet Umbriel, she's as tame as a house cat, now if you could tell me why you sounded so desperate I can consider training you in the ways of the Charger." He didn't want to train another spoiled brat or selfish noble int he ways of the Charger, he found they quit halfway through the most basic of training, he needed to know just how motivated this one was. |
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| Balan | Fri Nov 11, 2011 4:40 pm Post #5 |
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Rather than answer immediately and risk exacerbating Vyse's condition, Allison continued on her way through the winding paths of the refugee camps. She occasionally tossed curious glances at the oversized tiger next to her, holding back an urge to pet it. Vyse had permitted it, but it would still have been too casual an action when she wanted to make a good impression on him. "I'm afraid I don't have the mount you describe, Vyse," Allison admitted, looking away. "I have a mount, but there are... problems I need to work through. If you wouldn't mind, my house is just a bit further from here, on the outer edges of the city itself. Then I can show you and explain what I mean." After scaling a high hill they came upon a stretch of lightly settled countryside where most of the buildings were either standing or nearly finished rebuilding. She led Vyse and Umbriel toward a modestly large house. "Almost everyone in my family becomes a soldier of some kind, usually a knight." She rounded around the back of the house toward a stable which was almost as large as the house itself, and far more ornately decorated. Unlike most horse stables, it lacked an open area outside. "We have an heirloom..." She opened the smaller stable door for Vyse and followed him inside. Shafts of light filtered in through the windows on the roof, illuminating the thick, dusty air. The stable had a single stall in it, and it was lined with iron and reinforced with steel barring across weakened sections. After a pause, a pair of massive reptilian jaws lunged at them and gnawed on the bars. Allison flinched. This stable, as it now clearly showed, housed no horses: only a single large wyvern. The wyvern's body plan was more ancient than most wild specimens seen today, with a shorter, thicker neck and a more raptor-like body plan. Its scales were predominantly white but thin, sharp black stripes ran down the length of its spine. Allison seemed sheepish about the whole situation. "This is a heraldic wyvern," she explained. "A physical manifestation of the Balan family -- like a house spirit, but corporeal and a lot more dangerous. Probably a few hundred years old by now, since it can't die of old age." She wrung her hands together nervously while she spoke. "I'm next in line to inherit it. The problem is --" the wyvern battered the bars of its stall and released a guttural growl, temporarily interrupting her, "-- the Heirloom challenges its riders. It will kill you the moment you're too weak for it. There's no love or devotion here like with you and Umbriel." She turned to Vyse. "Is there any way you can help me? I don't have much time before my father retires and gives it to me. I mean, he'll let us practice with it -- there's a steel muzzle in the back room -- but I don't know how cooperative it will be." |
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| Vyse | Sat Nov 12, 2011 4:29 am Post #6 |
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Vyse nodded, the girl didn't even have a reliable mount, though she claimed to at least have a mount that she could practice with, that should be good enough for the beginning methods. When they arrived at the house Vyse thought it was rather large, then again he preferred smaller places, having a big house would feel to empty. When she lead them to the stables in the back, he thought it was odd to not have a specialized training ground, then again it was odd that he was willing to teach the things he knew to anyone, he shrugged as they walked inside the stables, a long reptilian jaw barely coming through the bars, roaring at them. When she explained about what it was Vyse nodded, it was probably a proud and arrogant beast filled with years of experience, probably even making it harder and harder to tame with each passing. Vyse knew exactly how to deal with such animals, he sighed as his extra set of arms slid out from his sides, going through the slitted openings in his clothing. He watched it closely, staring into it's eyes, he wouldn't disrespect it by looking away, the next time jammed it's face into the bars, Vyse whipped his fists forward, two fists landing cleanly on it's snout and lower jaw, sending it sliding back a few paces. Vyse knew how to get it's respect, show it that it is not better then you and show it you do not fear it, show it respect, and finally... prove yourself strong. He looked back to Allison and nodded, "Muzzling the drake would only make it lose respect for you, no proper mount wants a coward for a rider. You must prove yourself willing to take risks, I did not learn the things I learned through trial and error in practice, I bet everything in life or death exchanges time and time again until I felt it was correct. If you wish to learn from me you will flirt with death many times, you and your mount will be in peril." His smile faded as his face changed to grim resolve, the girl had a good mount, now if she was brave enough to step forward... then she would win his respect and his teachings. |
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| Balan | Sat Nov 19, 2011 5:19 pm Post #7 |
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Balan flinched in surprise when Vyse lashed out at the creature, sending it stumbling backward from the force of the blow. Her astonishment quickly turned to indignation; was punching the poor thing really necessary?! The man explained himself, though, a few seconds later, while Allison stared at him with slightly furrowed eyebrows. Her teacher explained why it wasn't a good idea to muzzle it, and how she needed to show her strength to it in order for it to accept her. "That makes sense..." she said. The wyvern shook its head from the pain of the blow and glared back at them through the bars, radiating its discontent but not stepping closer anymore. Balan walked closer to the front of the stall, staring it down. So it needed to be challenged back... no wonder so many of her ancestors who had inherited the beast were depicted in paintings with grisly scars and missing eyes. Allison's hands bunched into fists. "I'm not afraid of you." The beast's scaly lips curled back, baring rows of teeth. Balan took her keys in her hand and rounded around to a larger side-door of the stable. "Vyse, could I ask you for a favor to grab that saddle and reigns hanging over there? I'll bring him out to the courtyard and we can saddle him up." Having been adapted for use on a large reptile rather than a horse, the saddle was difficult for her to handle alone -- too big, cumbersome and heavy -- while the reigns were longer to accommodate the beast's longer neck. Balan shoved the key into the padlock around the side door and undid all the heavy chains wrapping around the entrance. Then she used all of her strength to pull the massive side door open, leaving an opening large enough for the wyvern to walk through. It lowered onto the haunches of its wings, eying Allison at the same level. Never breaking eye contact, she moved to the side of the entrance and motioned politely for it to exit the stable. It pushed itself off of its wings and began walking, glaring at Balan in an 'I'm watching you, you'd better not slip up' sort of way. She didn't expect it to try to escape, being indelibly tied to this family, so tying it to anything or fencing it in wasn't necessary. |
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| Vyse | Mon Nov 21, 2011 3:57 am Post #8 |
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Vyse nodded, she seemed to understand what he was talking about, this would be a good lesson for her. He walked over to where she mentioned the saddle and reigns, picking them up, using all four arms to hold them. He brought them over to Allison, handing her the pieces and helping her put on the gear, the heraldic drake was impressive, but he preferred the fuzzy Umbriel over a scaled mount. He whistled, Umbriel stalking closer to him, though she never took her eyes from the drake, staring it down, not as prey or a predator, but as one would look at an equal. Umbriel stroked her head before mounting her, he drew two blades and had his extra set of arms withdraw into his vest's pocket. He turned to Allison and nodded, "Well Allie, we should get started first with the actual riding, we'll start with the basics, don't just ride high, lean forward, learn the movements of your mount and compensate for it. Umbriel has a long loping gait that used to cause me to bounce around a bit, I have no idea how your drake will move on the ground, but you'll have to move your body while you ride it so try to get into it's rhythm. So lets ride a bit, just try to stay behind me." He didn't even need to dig his heels in, Umbriel set off, it was a fast pace and even pace, Umbriel seemed to only move forward, her movements not rocking Vyse, the two kept on moving as one, making a wide circle around the area, he kept an eye behind him, making sure to see how Allison did while they rode. |
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| Balan | Tue Nov 29, 2011 10:48 pm Post #9 |
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Well, this was it. Allison took a moment to stare sheepishly at the wyvern. She had never truly ridden it before. Once, as a little girl around six or seven years old, she had ridden it with her father very slowly across the front yard, but that was only after the her father had a very stern and scary-looking staring contest with the creature. It was inherently so strong-willed, even to the man who had ridden it for decades. No use having second thoughts now, though. She didn't want to dishonor her new training master by waiting so long to follow. Allison gripped the saddle, stepped up onto one of the stirrups, and deftly mounted the creature. It gave a snort in protest, but otherwise didn't move. From this vantage point the wyvern was a lot taller than she expected: she was even up a little bit higher than Vyse was on his tigress. Ignoring the potential life-threatening nature of the situation, it was very comfortable up here. It felt... right somehow. Very hesitantly, Allison pressed the heels of her boots into the wyvern's flanks. It turned its head and glared at her with a single blue eye. To her relief, it must have decided to humor her, since it started into a slow trot. Balan had always thought the wyvern's gait was a little odd: it actually used the thick claws at the wrist of its wings as though they were forelimbs, creating a strange loping gait when it increased in speed. Having ridden many horses before, it took a few minutes for her to adapt her knowledge to this new kind of animal and its bouncing movements. By the time she had gotten the hang of it, she was riding high and forward, catching up and leading her new mount up next to Vyse and Umbriel. Strange enough, a small smile played across the girl's usually stoic features. "Not too bad, right?" she called to her teacher. The wyvern would occasionally struggle during their ride, whipping its head angrily back and forth or chewing on the bit, but Allison made sure to keep her grip on the reigns tight and her position on its back stable. It would take a little more getting used to, but she anticipated the riding would become as natural as breathing to her over time. |
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| Vyse | Tue Nov 29, 2011 11:33 pm Post #10 |
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Vyse smirked as he watched her, she was slowly coping to the way her mount moved, when she finally caught up she simply smirked and said 'Not to bed, right?' Vyse laughed, "Not to bad at all, so lets go to the next step, fighting, as I said before I learned all of this stuff from life or death situations. I doubt you can use two weapons like me so we'll focus on a single blade, now follow me and do as I do. Envision your foes laid out before you, and use your hips and shoulders to twist in your saddle and dip down a bit to the side, now follow, watch, then act." He dipped down, his blade was fast as he dipped down, twisted his shoulder and hips to slash, the power behind it helping him get back onto the saddle, though he didn't stop there, he made it into a figure eight movement, switching to the other side, dipping, coming back up, dipping and combing back up, his movements got quicker and stronger as he kept up the tempo. After a while he stopped and chuckled, she would need to learn some combat skills with her mount, when she would learn to ride her mount with confidence the Hew would change, a smooth ride like Umbriel helped the figure eight pattern, the faster he went the stronger it got, his flashing steel made the sign of infinity, and it would keep on going until he chose to stop it. He stopped though and looked behind him, checking on his student. |
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| Balan | Sat Dec 10, 2011 5:02 pm Post #11 |
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That didn't seem like too outrageous of a request. Balan unsheathed her sword from her hip and held it with confidence. Swordsmanship, she could definitely do: she learned it from one of the best. Swordsmanship from the back of a mount was a bit different. She watched Vyse carefully, observing how he put his entire body into each strike to really direct it. She remembered the bandits and how easily his blade tore through their skulls from their high vantage point on Umbriel's back. Once she was ready and thought she had a good idea of the method, Allison ran through the motions. It was kind of strange at first, twisting so much, but she realized how important it was in getting the blade down to where she wanted it. She quickly got used to it, able to slash her longsword through chinks and slits in the armor of her imaginary foes. As Vyse got faster, so did she. Getting more comfortable with the motion helped her make the figure eight pattern faster. Even though she expected to wield a shield on one side, it was good to know how to attack on both sides of the mount. Her wyvern stomped the ground and gave a loud huff, impatient with her rudimentary techniques. "Will I be able to try this on a real foe?" she asked her teacher eagerly, still doing the motions. |
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| Vyse | Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:23 pm Post #12 |
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Vyse chuckled as he watched her, she was good, a natural some would say, but he was a poor teacher, all he could do was show examples and intensity, while others could explain how it was powerful and why, he only knew that it was what it was. When she asked if she could test it against a real opponent Vyse smirked as Umbriel turned, facing the drake and Balan, "Try it on us.. don't worry about hitting us, I can promise you that you won't be able to hurt us." Umbriel roared, letting out her challenge to the drake, Umbriel was a monster of a dire tigress, Vyse knew she could probably equal the drake in enudrance, but exceed in speed, though power he knew belonged to the drake, Umbriel would use her speed to dance around him while Vyse blocked and parried Balan's movements with his own. Umbriel dug deep furrows into the ground with her claws, waiting for the signal to charge, Vyse chimed in before the start, "You might want to name your mount, there is meaning and power in names, Umbriel means 'Shadow' it represents her speed and hunting skills, my own means Formless. Now once you name your mount and shout out his name, we shall charge forward and test what you know so far, remember, I will teach you through bruises, blood, sweat, and tears, now I will wait for the name you will give to your mount." Vyse waited as he drew a second blade, just in case he need a little help, he had Lita ready for use. |
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| Balan | Sat Dec 17, 2011 5:20 pm Post #13 |
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Allison yanked hard on the reigns, using brute force to keep the wyvern from attacking Umbriel with her fangs. The dire tigress' challenge drove the reptile nearly insane, clawing the ground with its thumbs, chewing on the bit and releasing a low-pitched growl. "No." Balan managed a firm enough voice to convey what she wanted, even though she was fairly sure the creature couldn't understand Common. "Not until I say so." As Vyse rounded around them, she lashed out at him with a few well-timed strikes, being careful to practice the follow-through she was just taught. In what was the closest thing to live combat, striking was much trickier, especially against an opponent that was a lot faster. Adding to the difficulty was the wyvern's struggling and fussing, which she did her best to control with only one hand on the reigns. Eventually, she let up and dug her heels into its sides. The creature knew exactly what that meant: he had received her orders to use his own attacks. Using the full power in its wings and legs, it snapped and clawed at the dire tigress but was always moments short. It roared in frustration, continuing the chase. The two riders would occasionally clash in a massive clattering of steel, which sent a shudder of power through Allison's body that was enough to make her laugh in exhilaration. Fighting, or at least sparring like this, was actually fun; she loved the tactics of it all, maneuvering her mount, timing her strikes properly, even though none of them went through. By the time it was all over, the wyvern was bristling with contempt for Umbriel and Allison was out of breath and flying high on adrenaline. She patted her mount on the side of its neck, grinning, before listening closely to Vyse's next instructions. He must have noticed her never really addressing the creature by a name. "Well, we usually call it the Heirloom," Balan admitted, a bit sheepish at how inhuman that name must sound to outsiders. "But I think he has a name in Draconic. I know a little so I'll ask, but he'll probably just yell at me or something." She leaned far forward on her saddle so she was much closer to the wyvern's head. Mustering up her best accent -- Draconic was almost incomprehensible as it was -- she attempted to ask it what its name was. "Jakké cz'vas sathek?" It stared uncomprehendingly for a few seconds before it parsed through her no doubt terrible pronunciation. Hard to form words in a language meant for reptilian mouths. "Zdi sje bohumir hak." It was the first time Allison ever heard him speak, and it sent waves of respectful fear through her body. His slow, lilting, ground-shakingly low voice finally confronted her with the fact that this was a very ancient force not to be trifled with. She only understood one of the words in that sentence: "bohumir." As a compound word, it literally meant "great one." In particular, the word "great" implied something beyond mortality. "Bohumir?" she blurted out. He glanced sidelong at her, looking moderately amused, before turning his head back to its normal position, apparently accepting the name. Allison sighed in relief and smiled shyly at Vyse. "His name is Bohumir." But she quickly remembered her teacher's instructions. The girl rose up on her stirrups, tore out her sword and pointed it forward. Then, shouting the name, she dug her heels into his sides and he charged. |
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| Vyse | Sun Dec 18, 2011 6:48 pm Post #14 |
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Vyse smirked as they sparred, his movements perfectly matching hers, Umbriel always dodging just out of reach of the drake, it was perfection on his part and Balan was giving him a good fight. Though when they broke apart, Balan finally spoke to her drake and found a name for him, now it was time to get serious, with a name she could give commands and show power, Vyse spoke up once more, "Now that you have named your mount, I will show you how strong I am." He made no move to draw anymore blades, but now he would be using his draconic might mixed in with his blows, she would need to use skill to parry the blows, blocking would only send her off her mount. He looked to her and smiled, this fight was going to be fun, he urged Umbriel forward, the fight was coming. |
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| Balan | Wed Jan 4, 2012 5:26 pm Post #15 |
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Weapons clashed, and Allison gasped as the sudden power behind Vyse's blow nearly knocked her sword clean out of her hand. That would have certainly happened if she was just one-handing it. The Heirloom must have sensed her sudden panic, as he got much more restless. He snapped and clawed at Umbriel of his own accord, and most certainly would have gone all-out against both of them if he wasn't trying to keep a rider on his back. The absolute strength of Vyse's attacks utterly prevented Balan from even trying to go on the offensive anymore; she was barely holding on in the defensive as it was. Every parry sent waves of pain through her hands and forearms and just seemed to make Bohumir even angrier. "Vyse--" she said between attacks, "--is--- why is-- this--- necessary?" This sudden, quite rude questioning of Vyse's methods was unlike her, but a combination of panic and her swordsmanship teacher Lumi's comments made her dare to say it out loud. Then her teacher brought down his sword in a blow that she simply couldn't just slash off; if she had, it would have been redirected to Bohumir's unarmored flank. She raised her blade completely horizontal, using her entire weapon and body to block it. Force unlike anything she'd ever felt before tore through her, sending her weapon flying in one direction and her body shooting off the saddle. Balan was launched several feet before landing hard on her shoulder, neck cranking to impact her head against the ground as she cried out in pain. She rolled a few feet more from the momentum. She remained down there, clutching her arm, unable to stop the world from spinning in strange ways. Bohumir felt the weight gone from his back, saw the longsword clatter uselessly on the ground. He stopped attacking Umbriel and turned. Allison saw the rage boiling behind his blue eyes, the utter betrayal and indignation at his new rider. Being dismounted must have been the absolute worst insult to him. The Heirloom's muscles tensed, and he opened his mouth to release a guttural roar. Completely ignoring Vyse and Umbriel, he charged at Balan while she was just beginning to push herself to her feet. Horror made her gape. "Wait!" she screamed. "It wasn't my f-" Bohumir slammed his entire weight into his rider, knocking her violently to the ground, and placed his foot on her chest. Desperate tears welled up in her eyes. "It wasn't my fault! It wasn't my fault!" Edited by Balan, Wed Jan 4, 2012 5:27 pm.
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