James Eredas versus New Challenger

[Fierach 3639]

James walked Valucre, seeking challenge.

It was rare that he got to travel freely anymore. Being head of the Order was a time-consuming task, and too often the daemonslayer found himself wielding pens and diplomatic skills rather than swords and his killer's instinct.

There were Knights who took up many other tasks crucial to the Order's day-to-day operations, but with his fellow founder Dithakar's constant hiatus, the burden still fell on James's shoulders to oversee the grand scale of their mission, as well as deal with the numerous special cases that arose.

So he enjoyed the few snippets of time he could get, time where he could appreciate the various realms he wandered, muse on the nature of men and taxes, and seek just one more life and death struggle to excite his warrior's heart. A struggle which he desired to find from this opponent standing before him now...

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(Challenger names conditions and suggests an arena. Taking any and all comers)

Edited September 16, 2017 by Fierach

[Clash Fah 6]

What stood be-fore James Eredas could hardly be considered a man at all, but a majestic beast of creation, young but intensely muscular, attractive and thin, with gossamer wings three feet in length, with hair white as snow and softer than wool.

 

The angel imp carried a javelin in its right hand, in its left hand a shield, buckled to the fore-arm. Tiny bone claws extended from the imp's fingers and toes, where nails should have been.

 

"Put down your sword," said the imp. "Let us keep this simple. Single combat on the planet we stand on."

[Robbie Rotten 6039]

Having been awoken from some type of noise downstairs, Varina went to check it out, only to go tumbling down the steps in a set of thuds and curses before coming to rest in a heap of black fabric and drunken moans on the first floor of the abandoned tavern.

How it was still in such a shape with no patrons, Varina didn't know--maybe the owner was on vacation or something--but she knew for sure that the building's rather unique status of uninhabited-but-not-dilapidated made it her ideal squatting place for as long as the barrels of booze in the cellar could last her. She'd drank nigh on a whole one of those earlier, and now of course some fucking bloke had to wander in while she was still trying to sleep it off. The girl looked up from the floor at him, shaking her long hair out of her face before squinting her red eyes suspiciously at James.

"Th-this..... is my house, ya hear? You c-can't stay here! And you b-better not go and tell the guards!" she admonished him, stumbling to her feet and aiming an unsteady finger at him while swaying slightly in place.

[Fierach 3639]

On ‎6‎/‎22‎/‎2017 at 8:29 PM, Ceekay said:

What stood be-fore James Eredas could hardly be considered a man at all, but a majestic beast of creation, young but intensely muscular, attractive and thin, with gossamer wings three feet in length, with hair white as snow and softer than wool.

 

The angel imp carried a javelin in its right hand, in its left hand a shield, buckled to the fore-arm. Tiny bone claws extended from the imp's fingers and toes, where nails should have been.

 

"Put down your sword," said the imp. "Let us keep this simple. Single combat on the planet we stand on."

James faced down the angelic imp with a smile.

"The old fashioned way then, yes?"

The daemonslayer hefted his nodachi up with one hand and briefly looked it over, before setting it down on the ground before him.

"I accept"

Amaterasu would not be used for this battle, but James was no less deadly without his weapons.  The daemonslayer dressed comfortably and with aplomb instead of his usual daemonbane wargear. The only hint of armor beneath his stylish dragonhide jacket and enchanted dark cargos were the gloves he bore on his hands.

Each of them were fingerless in design, and the sunlight glinted off embedded metal plates on the back and in the palm, clearly custom made. If the imp were to throw or otherwise use his javelin, the daemonslayer would be able to bat it away without fear of injuring his hands, to say nothing of being used offensively.

"No powers then as well?" James suggested as he assumed his stance, right side angled forward, with the right arm bent inward at his chest, his left up by his face, knees bent and ready to spring, awaiting the imp to drop his weapons as well.

Or not, it didn't matter.

"Show me what you got!"

[Fierach 3639]

3 hours ago, Robbie Rotten said:

 

 

"Th-this..... is my house, ya hear? You c-can't stay here! And you b-better not go and tell the guards!" she admonished him, stumbling to her feet and aiming an unsteady finger at him while swaying slightly in place.

ANOTHER TIME. ANOTHER PLACE.

Now that just didn't make any sense.

"My apologies. I'll leave if its your house, but why not tell your guards? Unless they didn't come with the furniture" James quipped, although he both hands held up in a placating manner.

The daemonslayer was dressed comfortably and with aplomb instead of his usual daemonbane wargear. The only hint of armor beneath his stylish dragonhide jacket and enchanted dark cargos were the gloves he bore on his hands.

Each of them were fingerless in design, and the sunlight glinted off embedded metal plates on the back and in the palm, clearly custom made. His nodachi lay nearby without a sheathe, laying against a table.

There was the distinct feeling that he was the type of person who didn't need swords to put somebody down.

"I'm just looking for a place to dry off, its quite stormy outside"

 

Edited June 24, 2017 by Fierach

[Clash Fah 6]

12 hours ago, Fierach said:

"No powers then as well?"

"Thank you for putting down the sword," said the angel imp as his javelin slipped from his fingers and clattered to the ground.

 

Like-wise, he removed his buckler, setting it down be-side him cautiously. While James wore gloves with metal plating, the angel imp bore bone claws on each of his hands and feet; he could harden and manipulate his very own bone structure, a mutation caused by his proximity to a nuclear bomb drop on a nuclear reactor.

 

"Hmmm. Let's allow powers. Just to make things interesting," the bone sprite pointed its right index finger at his adversary, firing a bone spike bullet at Mister Eredas's left collar-bone.

Edited June 24, 2017 by Ceekay
Grammar

[Robbie Rotten 6039]

"What? My guards? Oh right! Yes, m-my guards! Stay right there, or I'll yell for them! Now, just lemme..... get the door, for ya....."

Varina shuffled through the room, creating a bit of an awkward pause as she bumped into tables and knocked over chairs, taking out a bottle of liquor from her cloak and swigging it on the way across the space.

"Okay, you can hang out and dry off....."

When she finally reached the front door, she turned its latch and deadbolt into place rather than opening it, then spun around while brandishing her dagger dramatically, "wielding" the alcohol in her other. Well, in her head it probably looked dramatically. In reality her bleary eyes, raggedy curtain hair, and overall tattered appearance made her look more like a crazy hobo than a deadly prize fighter. A surprisingly cute and healthy looking hobo, if one could get past her poor personal grooming habits, but a bit of a loon nonetheless. Certainly not anyone would think likely to actually own an establishment like this, or have guards working for her.

".....But it'll cost ya whatever coin you got on ya! That's right, come on, fork it up! Just uhh, throw your valuables on the table with that sword. I'll take that too! And--don't do anything funny! Or I'll call my guards!"

While she did not actually have any personal guards, Varina did have a personal companion who chose to make himself known in this moment, completely ruining the mood by meowing needfully and slinking down the stairs in search of his human. Her black cat, Tomato, walked over to the bar and hopped over to it, beginning to rummage through the various bottles and other items underneath it in search of something tasty.

[Fierach 3639]

12 hours ago, Ceekay said:

"Thank you for putting down the sword," said the angel imp as his javelin slipped from his fingers and clattered to the ground.

 

Like-wise, he removed his buckler, setting it down be-side him cautiously. While James wore gloves with metal plating, the angel imp bore bone claws on each of his hands and feet; he could harden and manipulate his very own bone structure, a mutation caused by his proximity to a nuclear bomb drop on a nuclear reactor.

 

"Hmmm. Let's allow powers. Just to make things interesting," the bone sprite pointed its right index finger at his adversary, firing a bone spike bullet at Mister Eredas's left collar-bone.

!

James swayed back, narrowly dodging the projectile. So the imp had ranged attacks. James didn't know how powerful they were, but getting hit wasn't the ideal method to find out.

It also put the daemonslayer at a slight disadvantage. While he could throw sparks of flame, James's powers were usually more close-combat orientated. It didn't seem to take much effort for the imp to fire off his bone bullet, so any approach had to be cautious to take a storm of bone shards into account.

The martial artist stamped the ground with his right foot as he went into a wide horse stance, arms going to his sides. The smile on his face disappeared as his lips curled back in a snarl.

He stamped again, the ground cracking and digging his foot in as his eyes focused. A low growl built in his throat and flames started to flicker into being all around him. James was powering up, stoking the smoldering fire within.

[Fierach 3639]

12 hours ago, Robbie Rotten said:

"What? My guards? Oh right! Yes, m-my guards! Stay right there, or I'll yell for them! Now, just lemme..... get the door, for ya....."

Varina shuffled through the room, creating a bit of an awkward pause as she bumped into tables and knocked over chairs, taking out a bottle of liquor from her cloak and swigging it on the way across the space.

"Okay, you can hang out and dry off....."

When she finally reached the front door, she turned its latch and deadbolt into place rather than opening it, then spun around while brandishing her dagger dramatically, "wielding" the alcohol in her other. Well, in her head it probably looked dramatically. In reality her bleary eyes, raggedy curtain hair, and overall tattered appearance made her look more like a crazy hobo than a deadly prize fighter. A surprisingly cute and healthy looking hobo, if one could get past her poor personal grooming habits, but a bit of a loon nonetheless. Certainly not anyone would think likely to actually own an establishment like this, or have guards working for her.

".....But it'll cost ya whatever coin you got on ya! That's right, come on, fork it up! Just uhh, throw your valuables on the table with that sword. I'll take that too! And--don't do anything funny! Or I'll call my guards!"

While she did not actually have any personal guards, Varina did have a personal companion who chose to make himself known in this moment, completely ruining the mood by meowing needfully and slinking down the stairs in search of his human. Her black cat, Tomato, walked over to the bar and hopped over to it, beginning to rummage through the various bottles and other items underneath it in search of something tasty.

That was an extremely kind offer! James thought long and hard about it. Actually he didn't.

"No" he deadpanned.

"How about this then?" he reached around him, and untied a small sack from his waist. He tossed it onto a table in front of Varina, the loud clinking of gold coins clearly coming from within.

"If you can beat me in a fight, you can have all of that gold. If you can't, well, call the guards then".

He crossed his arms across his chest, anticipating which choice she'd pick. Desperate people always looked for a fight.

Well, he was desperate too, in that way.

[Robbie Rotten 6039]

"Hmm!! A fight, huh! Yeah, I can--wait, a fight? Fuck it, I warned ya!"

Varina stepped forward and hooked her knife arm through the back frame of a chair, swinging it up and over her shoulder in a windmill motion to send it flying toward James.

"Grraaahhh!! Take that! You can give up any time, ya hear! Maybe I'll even share some booze--ha, kidding, no I won't!" she said, chuckling at her own silly taunt as she took another drink from her bottle. The girl's behavior made it clear that she expected the chair toss to settle the affair immediately, as though James would either be so injured by the projectile, or more likely so intimidated by it, that he would immediately acquiesce to her demands. Varina was also engaged in multi-layered psychological warfare against her mark; actually she totally would share her booze with this guy, because he was kind of hot, but by pretending that she wouldn't, she could totally demoralize him and make him feel bad! No way he'd still want to fight after that. Right?

[Fierach 3639]

1 hour ago, Robbie Rotten said:

"Hmm!! A fight, huh! Yeah, I can--wait, a fight? Fuck it, I warned ya!"

Varina stepped forward and hooked her knife arm through the back frame of a chair, swinging it up and over her shoulder in a windmill motion to send it flying toward James.

"Grraaahhh!! Take that! You can give up any time, ya hear! Maybe I'll even share some booze--ha, kidding, no I won't!" she said, chuckling at her own silly taunt as she took another drink from her bottle. The girl's behavior made it clear that she expected the chair toss to settle the affair immediately, as though James would either be so injured by the projectile, or more likely so intimidated by it, that he would immediately acquiesce to her demands. Varina was also engaged in multi-layered psychological warfare against her mark; actually she totally would share her booze with this guy, because he was kind of hot, but by pretending that she wouldn't, she could totally demoralize him and make him feel bad! No way he'd still want to fight after that. Right?

James drew back his right arm as Varina hooked a chair, and as the piece of furniture sailed through the air, the daemonslayer smashed it out of the way with a forceful backhand.

"Lets go!"

He would return the favor, hunching over to grab a nearby table with both hands, and hefted it up into the air above him, stopping short of actually throwing it at her. No, the table wasn't quite aerodynamic enough for that.

James instead advanced on her with a feral grin, the look of a madman who got what he wanted. If Varina allowed him to get close to her, he'd slam the table down on her.

[Clash Fah 6]

The shimmering flames around Mister Eredas obscured and hid his body from the angel imp, but that did not mean the imp could still not attack.

 

Clash Fah pointed his right hand out like a blade, fingers together, and fired off four more projectiles, one bone spike bullet per finger, respectively, from the thumb to the pinky, minus the index finger. This time, the bone spike bullets, four in all, tore away from the bone sprite's fingers, fired off with-out warning at Mister Eredas's right arm fast enough to break up and cripple the appendage.

Edited June 24, 2017 by Ceekay
Goofed

[Robbie Rotten 6039]

"Aw, crap! Why do they always gotta be tough guys!"

Instead of dodging James's advance or the table smash that followed, Varina just turned her bottle up for another pull, apparently considering the maintenance of her blood alcohol content to be more important to her self preservation than actually avoiding damage. The large wooden circle broke upon her back as she crouched down just before impact, flattening her onto the ground in a rain of splinters as the two split halves fell off on either side of her. The cursed girl laid on her stomach with her face to the floor for a moment, still clutching her two "weapons" stubbornly and groaning in pain. While a natural human of her size would probably suffer at least a few broken bones from this, if not worse, Varina pushed herself back up and returned to her unsteady feet as if it weren't any worse than a hard clap on the shoulder.

"Alright, alright!"

She held her arms up in front of her in something vaguely resembling a fighting stance.

"If that's how it's gonna be! Here I come!" she exclaimed, stabbing her dagger towards the open space between the two sleeves of his jacket while holding her bottle in close to her own torso.

[Fierach 3639]

22 hours ago, Ceekay said:

The shimmering flames around Mister Eredas obscured and hid his body from the angel imp, but that did not mean the imp could still not attack.

 

Clash Fah pointed his right hand out like a blade, fingers together, and fired off four more projectiles, one bone spike bullet per finger, respectively, from the thumb to the pinky, minus the index finger. This time, the bone spike bullets, four in all, tore away from the bone sprite's fingers, fired off with-out warning at Mister Eredas's right arm fast enough to break up and cripple the appendage.

James snapped out his right arm and unleashed a point-blank explosion of flame from his fist, the blast catching the majority of the bone spikes and otherwise vaporizing or knocking them off course. Only one of them sped through, tearing a nasty gash in James's upper right arm, through leather and flesh.

"Tch!"

Kicking off, the daemonslayer dashed toward the imp at a brisk pace. As he got closer, James leapt into the air and would come down on the imp with a devastating double hammerblow, fingers interlocked and flames coursing around his fists. It was likely in the imp's best interest to plain dodge the attack, as even blocking it would prove to be a daunting task.

[Clash Fah 6]

2 hours ago, Fierach said:

It was likely in the imp's best interest to plain dodge the attack, as even blocking it would prove to be a daunting task.

Not so for the angelic bone sprite, for for a one hundred and sixty-eight pound ninja, he could move . . . out of the way of the down-coming axe-fist.

 

He cringed as he surveyed the damage he had done to his adversary's right arm, blood spilling from a superficial but messy wound on James Eredas's upper arm. He didn't like hurting the sons, or daughters, for that matter, of men, for he had once been a man, just a step be-low the angels, and that he would be until his Creator called him Home.

 

The bone sprite hopped back-ward, twice for good measure, and opened his right hand. His right arm pivoted on its axis, following James in his descent. Clash Fah turned his right humerus in-to a bone saber, extending it point-first at the descending Eredas, attempting to eviscerate the man.