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Post by Ryo on Jan 26, 2015 22:49:20 GMT -5
The stage was set for the first round in the Elven bracket of the tournament. This would be one match of many taking place within the old, dirt-coated arena. It hadn't seen much use in a while, but today it would see quite a bit of use from those wishing to prove their might and their potential as Future Heroes. The crowds were cheering as the barred doors opened, permitting the combatants into the main arena. It was a wide, circular arena with several pillars erected in various locations, but otherwise lacked much in the way of decoration. The sun was high and the stage was set.
THE WHEEL OF FATE IS TURNING
VALEK ASHBURN VERSUS WILHELM FALKENHATH
ACTION!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2015 6:44:55 GMT -5
 your company would make the restless nights eaiser to bare Ever the showmen Valek walked out of the large doors with a smile on his face and his hand in the air, waving it towards the crowd. "Yes, Thank you, thank you. I appreciate your cheers everyone, and believe me I'll make sure you have a wonderful show." that was the point of this after all. To put on a show. It eased everyones mind and let them focused more on their heroes, and less on the Phantasms that gathered at their walls. It was a nice political move, and one that Valek would eagerly take part in. Any chance he got to prove himself in combat was a chance he'd take, besides he needed a way to keep himself sharp. It wasn't like he was fighting Goblins and Hydra's every day. The piles of paper work were no joke, who would have thought the position of Sword would require less...swordwork.
He gave one final wave and wink towards a particular lady within crowd before making it into the center of the arena. He doubled checked to make sure his armor was one tightly, and that his sword was sharp. He didn't know anything about the person he'd be facing, and that put him at a disadvantage. Especially because his opponent was bound to know something about Valek due to his recent rise in power. Still the young knight was confident enough in his abilities to take on this Wilhelm. He gripped his hand tightly on his sword which was still within its sheath. All that was left to do was wait for the man to step into the arena and they could begin.
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Post by Wilhelm Falkenhath on Jan 31, 2015 19:14:35 GMT -5
| TAKE ME TO VALHALLA WHERE MY BROTHERS WAIT FOR ME |
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The waiting room on the opposite side of the arena was quiet. Other than the occasional official passing through Wilhelm could have sworn he was the only here. Though he could guess that when your opponent was the Sword of the Elves many would get cold feet. Wilhelm himself didn't have much confidence in his ability to best this man, but he planned to put up a good fight. His nerves were a mess regardless. He was having difficulty getting in the right mindset for this. He didn't consider himself ready to fight on a public stage, but he let his guild mates get the better of him. He waited in silence until he heard the announcer call out. With a sigh he rose to his feet. In contrast to Valek, Wilhelm didn't give the crowd a glance. His eyes were locked on his opponent as he entered the arena. He could hardly believe his eyes as he looked over the man's armor. Golden, shining in the sun. It looked more decorative than anything else, but his time spent forging armor told him not to trust it's appearance. He couldn't see any flaws. It was well-made. Wilhelm's armor on the other hand was much less aesthetically pleasing. He didn't look like some guard or peasant in armor, but he couldn't compete against Valek. Regardless, Wilhelm continued his approach. His hands went to his side. He grasped the handle of his shield and fastened it to his arm. The cracked, ornate instrument was only good for the occasional bludgeon, but he didn't feel at his best without it. His main hand gripped the hilt of his broadsword and unsheathed it. He didn't charge his opponent, opting to wait until he was ready to battle as well. He did his best to become like steel. Drive away unnecessary thoughts. He could use whatever advantage he could get. ▲ Some, not much ● @valek ● Ryo plays too much Blazblue |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 17:06:50 GMT -5
I fight to so that I can never lose anything again While his attention had been focused on the crowd Valek had taken the time to glance at Wilhelm as he entered the arena. He didn't once glance towards the crowd, but kept his red eyes locked on Valek as he waved. The elf could already tell his opponent was tense. He understand why too, the fact he was facing the Sword of The Elves probably didn't bode well inside of his mind. In fact if Valek was reading him right like he thought was, he didn't seem all that sure of himself. Perhaps he could help boost his confidence no? Then again giving advice to your opponent wasn't exactly the thing you were suppose to be doing in a tournament, but when did he ever play by the rules?
When Wilhelm approached the center of the ring and drew out his sword Valek let a smile escape from his lips as he drew forth his family sword. "You seem a little tense Will, I suggest relaxing a bit. If you don't you'll miss out on all the fun." was that even actual advice? Part of it was he supposed, the guy did need to relax a bit. If he didn't Valek knew the fight would be over before things got interesting, a tense opponent was an easy one to defeat.
The smile placed upon Valek's face faded shortly after he gave his words of wisdom and it was replaced by a much more serious look as he took a single step forward, and then quickly dashed himself towards Wilhelm. He would be the one to make the first move. He swung his sword his sword sideways aiming to hit against the side of Will's armor it might not actually break it or do any real damage but if it worked like Valek was hoping he'd still feel the sting. His actions of attack didn't stop there as he aimed his foot towards Will's knee, hoping to bring the soldier down. He wouldn't go easy, it wouldn't be fair to enemy after all.
HP: 70
Action 1: Sword Attack(14 Damage)
Action 2: Kick(0)
Armor: 10
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Post by Wilhelm Falkenhath on Feb 7, 2015 18:54:49 GMT -5
| TAKE ME TO VALHALLA WHERE MY BROTHERS WAIT FOR ME |
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Wilhelm simply waited for his opponent to finish. He didn't take long. It appeared that once Wilhelm drew close that Valek's attention turned toward him. His eyes traced the blade that Valek wielded. Another example of wonderful craftsmanship. He had to admit Valek owned many well-made and well-maintained pieces of equipment. He would make a mockery as the 'Sword of the Elves' otherwise. His eyes trailed back toward Valek's as he awaited his opponent's first move. "You seem a little tense Will, I suggest relaxing a bit. If you don't you'll miss out on all the fun."He couldn't keep himself from scowling. So this was fun for him? Wilhelm wasn't as much of a fan. When he draws his blade he does so with a sense of purpose. The entertainment of a crowd was not a good enough cause for him to feel particularly good about this show of sport. He would rather be assisting the Second in a mission. He certainly wouldn't be enjoying himself. Valek's sudden change in demeanor was the only clue Wilhelm needed. The moment the smile left his opponent's face he was ready. It was like a switch flipped in his head. Valek was upon him in a moment. His sword swung wide and low. Wilhelm could see he was aiming for his side. A testing blow? He couldn't be entirely sure. He knew his armor wouldn't be able to take the full blow. Valek may be confused by Wilhelm's action. It would be logical for him to lower his shield to take the blow for him. However, his main hand moved to intercept the blow with the flat of his blade. The clash of metal on metal rang out through the arena. He held strong against his opponent's initial strike, but the blow to his leg took him off guard. His leg gave out from under him. Wilhelm was relieved he has reactions sharper than his blade. A quick push and pivot from his stable leg put some distance between him and his opponent. He staggered to remain stick the landing, but remained on his feet. His glare said all he needed to say. Wilhelm closed the distance between them and thrust his sword at his opponent. No matter how well made a suit of armor was there were always gaps where the plates couldn't cover. He wasn't confident his sword would be able to pierce Valek's armor otherwise. His aimed for the slender gap near the shoulder. A spot that could only be covered by cloth or closed off with chainmail. Whether his thrust met its target or was deflected aside would tell him what his chances were in this battle. HP: 50
Armor: 4
Action 1: Defend Against Sword Strike
Action 2: Penetrating Strike Ability
-Attack Power: 7 (Armor Penetration: 4) ▲ Words, Words, Words ● @valek ● So Valek likes his kicks huh? |
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