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[CLOSED] Spar (T1): Die Shize vs. Fierach

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This thread is a closed spar between Die Shize and @Fierach

This is a T1 spar.

The spar is strictly melee only (bare hands, swords, clubs, maces, daggers, knives, sharp sticks).

First reply after OP is for Fierach.
Fierach must initiate his first attack in his first reply.

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BEGIN!

Arena

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Warm daylight shone beyond clear skies through the slits of the empty house in the middle of an empty neighborhood. The big house looked as though its prosperous family had simply decided to not come home from school and work that day, as did the rest of the neighborhood. On the house’s upper level of two, in the master bedroom ["BED 1"], a single figure stood. He was 6'0” in height and weighed around 210 lbs. He was dark in skin tone, black hair short, and stood able-bodied in a black outfit, leather armor matching his muscles, sporting a cuirass with pauldrons attached, bracers over bare arms, and shin-high boots along with gloves, with naught but the fabric of cargo pants over his legs. A katana was sheathed at his left hip, the steel blade measuring three feet in length. It was a good day to die.

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Another figure stood opposite the first one, roughly 8 meters away. He was of the same height, although leaner, wiry and athletic in build. His war-gear was primarily a leather jacket, a fashionable looking thing, if thick and inflexible in certain areas. The only clear indication of armor he wore was on his hands and wrists, each covered in a glove that was custom-crafted, fingerless, but with armored plates reinforcing the rest of it. His pants were comfortable leggings, black like his hair, and his shoes each bore a steel cap. A longsword laid sheathed at his side, and was then drawn with a flourish, held up to the light. It was 44 inches of blade, with some of the length near crossguard blunted, and the hilt was another ten inches.

The warrior hefted the blade up to shoulder level in his right hand, pointed forward his foe, with his left arm laying under it, supporting it, almost like it was guiding the tip.

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Let’s dance

He stepped around the bed until there was a clear path between them, and then walked forth until there was only three meters between them, whereupon he suddenly took a lunging step on his left leg and thrust his sword forth at his foe, twisting his body partially into the strike for more distance and power. If the other swordsman remained still, he ran the risk of his chest being pierced by the blow. As he thrusted with his right hand, his left hand supported the strike under the wrist, hand turned upwards in preparation to grip his weapon for a two-handed counter-stroke.

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A new figure entered the room, though his entrance had been heard beforehand. The master bedroom’s window was closed, sunlight creeping through the slits of closed blinds where the drapes were drawn. All in all, it was a comely house. Too bad it’s about to be messed up. Watching the other man as he entered the bedroom, the first figure placed his right hand on the hilt of his own sword, left hand on his scabbard.

   

"I don’t dance.”

 

He looked left, looked right.

 

“Much. I mean, I don’t dance with men. I mean, usually I just dance with women. I mean, not always just one wo— AWWWHHHAAAYYYLLL—

 

It was at his shout that Anton had perceived his opponent suddenly lunge forward. It might have seemed that Anton had been caught off guard, but he was born ready to be ready. Thus, as soon as Enemy lunged, Anton reacted immediately.

 

He suddenly sidestepped diagonally forward to his left, left foot leading right, coming into a new position that would place him about seven feet from his foe’s right flank. Anton’s front would be aligned most accurately with Enemy’s right pectoralis major. The bed would now be further away from Anton, to his right.
 

Stepping aside as he had would completely remove Anton from the oncoming sword, evading the attack entirely. Because Enemy had lunged, a forward stabbing motion, he would have less ability to suddenly change paths on a dime, even with the two-handed grip. Meanwhile, while sidestepping, Anton unsheathed his katana with his right hand, left hand steadying scabbard, while attacking with the sword at the same time as it was being unsheathed.

 

At this point, Enemy’s sword would still be moving forward with the lunge. Thus, Anton had wasted no time to swing his katana out of its sheath and diagonally upward from his left to right. The convex of the blade was sent to hack into Enemy’s right arm. At seven feet from his foe, and with Enemy bound in a lunge, there was plenty of sword-and-arm reach. If the attack was successful, Enemy would have his arm severed in two around the elbow area.

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His opponent moved well, but the swordsman anticipated his counter. A sword thrust was easily avoided by the discerning, but it was also the easiest to recover, particularly with both hands on the hilt pulling it back faster. He'd parry the incoming slash with the blunt region of the longsword as a result. Pivoting back to face Anton did the rest, a subtle twist of his hands would lock his blade over his foe's, and the weight and two-handed grip would overpower and sweep his enemy's katana down and away to his right side (Anton's left), preventing Anton from simply hitting a beat and perhaps following up his slash with a thrust of his own. In this way, the swordsman would temporarily gain the advantage, with his weapon being on the inside, and he slide his left foot back behind him, leaning on it, ready for action again like a coiled spring. 

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As Anton caught his opponent’s shifting, moving away from his lunge to redirect his sword, it was clear what was to come even in the seconds of inertia as Anton’s own sword swung upward. Both blades collided, though only one would win out. The longsword overpowered the katana, immediately negating Anton’s attack. It was the force of both swords that sent the katana soaring toward Anton’s left, almost in reverse from its diagonally upward swing. The katana’s wielder did nothing to resist.

 

Instead, Anton used the momentum of his sword’s new path to his advantage. As soon as the parry occurred, both blades biting each other, Anton immediately pulled his sword toward his left, the blade moving with accelerated speed thanks to the parry. Meanwhile, his free left hand suddenly shot up to grab the nearby hilt beneath his right hand. Anton proceeded to arc his katana upward in a semicircle from his left to right. Because he had not outright halted his katana before moving it again, it would be one fluid motion.

 

At this point, Anton’s foe would have had to actively trail the katana with his longsword if he had any desire to engage it with his overhand lock. However, keeping his katana free as soon as both blades had originally connected, Anton could simply arc it over the longsword.

 

Upon arcing his katana toward his right in the completion of the semicircle, Anton would let it continue, seamlessly swinging the sword two-handedly and horizontally from his left to right for a new attack. At the same time, his left foot also shot diagonally upward toward his left by about two feet, his right foot trailing behind. When both landed, Anton would now be about five feet from his foe, his left side more closely aligned with James’ right side at a near ninety degree angle for his new stance.

 

As his katana sailed onward, arms planted before his torso, Anton aimed the upper convex closer to the tip for James’ right shoulder. It would tear a nasty wound through leather, flesh and bone. If there was yet an armor piece hidden beneath the jacket, like a cuirass, then the blade just might cut through a strap and leave the armor dangling from James’ torso.

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The longsword known as the Rending Blade trailed the katana only a portion of the way, not enough to complete the overhead lock as it was with the eastern weapon retreating rapidly in the wake of the parry. His foe would have to arc his sword back around, a swift motion, but the Rending Blade and its owner was already in position. The western swordsman was in the stance called, the Fool's guard, with his sword pointed down from executing the parry and pivoting earlier. With his weight already adjusted to lean backwards, the swordsman swayed back, narrowly avoiding the katana's cut, before throwing his weight back forward and taking an aggressive half-step on his right foot, widening his stance towards Anton as he brought the longsword in after his foe's attack in a what looked like a quick counter-slash, from bottom right to top left, as if seeking to wound his arms, or guard against the katana twisting back for another blow.

In reality, Anton would have worse things to worry about then having his limbs injured, as he'd be facing down the point of the longsword, only a short thrust away from splitting his eyes, as the other warrior positioned the Rending Blade in a new, ready stance up by the left of his head.

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As his opponent swayed back to avoid the katana’s blade, the tip reaching the spot where the shoulder once was, it was at that moment that Anton redirected his sword-arms. Instead of allowing the katana to continue swinging toward his right, he abruptly jerked his sword horizontally from his left to right and back toward himself, his right elbow bending nearly all the way. No mere slash, the attack had been a swinging cut, even if the blade had struck only thin air in the end.

 

While his arms were repositioning, Anton caught his enemy’s evasion of the shoulder-attack. Seeing James’ own sword moving upward, along with his enclosing step, Anton reacted immediately. He shot his right leg backward before it found floor in a new stance that would have both his legs spread apart and his knees bent toward a crouch.

 

If James had intended on performing an attack outright with his longsword as it had been moving upward, it would then be contending with the katana. Either way, both men would find themselves in new positions. James stood with his longsword brandished to the left side of his head. Opposite, Anton’s body was closer to the floor and slightly farther away due to his right leg’s maneuver, his head angled beneath the longsword’s horizontal point.

 

Meanwhile, the blade of Anton’s own sword was planted horizontally to the right side of his head, the tip pointing forward and convex facing up, in a position known as Ko Gasumi. For the immediate moment, he intended on maintaining this stance. With the threat of the longsword toward his head, or any other desirable body part, Anton’s katana was in a prime position for direct defense as he anticipated an immediate follow-up from his foe.

 

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The western swordsman didn't move to attack. He had no intention of striking out and possibly killing his foe through piercing the head to begin with, but to force a reaction through the transition of his stance was enough for him. The mere threat of it forced his foe to transition to his own stance, in some ways,  the two men mirrored each other. Even across worlds and various cultures, sword styles developed along the same patterns and movements.

But when facing a mirror, the one who moved first had the advantage, always.

Having drawn out his opponent's sword, the warrior took a large, bold step forward on his left leg, dipping his sword tip slightly as if thrusting for the face, but actually feinting, reaching out to cross the tip of their weapons on the inside, and then use the raw strength and speed of his step-in to smash down Anton's guard. The other man's own stance contribute be his downfall, since while he had stable footing with his feet so wide apart, it actually left the Rending Blade holding above his katana, and the weight of gravity would lend itself to his strike as well. 

The next moment would see the aggressor recovering quicker from his attack then the defender if it went well. By slipping his right hand up the longsword from its handle, and gripping the blade halfway, the western swordsman would drastically shorten his reach and increase his speed, bringing the tip rushing up to just under the other man's exposed throat. That last thrust would also see its own step accompanying it, the swordsman's right leg, to get almost within a foot of his enemy, passing Anton's leading foot on the outside if it did not move.

"Yield"

The man known as the Daemonslayer did not seek to kill his opponent, merely best him.

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With the two warriors facing each other in their respective stances, they paralleled one another more than just in the way of their swords. With Anton’s katana held by the right side of his head, James’ longsword by the left of his head, James had been giving more of his right side to his opponent; Anton, more of his left side.
 

Even if James had merely been feinting with his longsword as he moved it while stepping forward, Anton hadn’t intended on gambling. His own blade was already positioned to deal with an immediate threat to his face. Therefore, as his enemy moved both himself and his sword forth, Anton reacted immediately.

 

As his enemy’s blade reached out for the inside of his own, moving toward the tip, Anton twisted his wrists to angle his sword leftward, convex still facing up. That itself would hasten his movement as he used the edge of his blade to cross his opponent’s, and further moved to shove the longsword’s blade horizontally toward Anton’s right, the katana connecting with the right side of the longsword from James’ point of view. This was intended to succeed before the longsword would be able to pierce Anton’s face, feign or not.

 

In reality, because James had intended to smash down Anton’s guard, his sword, it would instead be contending with Anton’s blade pushing against James’ own. While this occurred, Anton’s body had been closer in a crouch, but his legs had suddenly sprung with his arms’ movement. He lunged forth, shooting his right leg forward, drawing power from his bent knees. At this point, James would also be moving toward Anton, his left leg leading in a parallel. This would now give more of Anton’s right side to his opponent who stood before him.

 

Even if Anton’s katana didn’t manage to push the longsword very far, he didn’t need much time or distance. Immediately after the shove, Anton would free his katana just enough to thrust it horizontally forward, the convex facing toward his left and the tip aimed straight for James’ solar plexus. If successful, the blade would stab through James and come out his back. If not kill him outright, it would shock him with pain and severe damage.

 

Both men’s set of movements would be nearly instantaneous, more so with both of them moving toward each other. However, James had moved to push Anton’s guard down. Conversely, Anton had moved to push James’ guard toward Anton’s right, which would create an instant opening to stab toward James’ chest before James could complete his following actions.

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The longswordman's maneuvers were quite dependent on if he could get his blade on the inside. The other man was bulkier, and it seemed as if Anton had the power advantage over him at this moment. But he had his own tricks and true reasons to get closer to point-blank range.

Committed as he was to the overall movements, instead of attempting to half-sword, the western swordsman twisted his left side back, throwing himself almost perpendicular to his foe as he took the right step to pass Anton's footing. His armored right fist would flash up between the neat space of the other man's arms for a devastating uppercut counter. 

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Of course, he had to give up some of his flesh to perform this move; Anton's thrust was fast and true, it scored a nasty gash across the left side of his foe's body as it was twisted away from a more mortal strike. It was a wound that would have to be looked at after the battle, but the other man would be lucky if he could gaze upon his handiwork. With the blow coming in from a low angle, it would be extraordinarily hard to spot, and as it would impact the jaw, it would flip the head up and violently twist the neck, highly damaging consciousness as well, if not taking it out completely. 

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It should have been the perfect moment for Anton Le`Vaun. His blade had bit flesh to draw blood, sure and true; a successful thrust, all in all, if not quite as intended. Some things, however, just weren't meant to be. Indeed, where the katana-wielding warrior could have been standing erect, shaking the blood off his blade in one of those stylish anime swishy-swashies, whipping the wind like it mattered naught with a big fat smirk on his face, well, Anton found himself in an entirely different position.

He was in the position where all of these thoughts somehow had enough time to run through his head in a slowmo that scoffed at the warp speed actions taking place. All the while there was no smirk, smile or grin on his face at all. Nope, just one of those stupid looks that a person tends to pull when they are about to get punched, have just gotten punched or, in the case of Anton, are getting knocked out.

The fist from his foe found its target, sure and true, and exactly as intended. A punch, a crunch, a snap, crackle pop, and Anton was suddenly falling backward, his blood-line blade whipping with him. In the end, he plummeted to the bedroom floor upon his back, but wherever his dream-state mind was wandering, well, he had a nagging thought...Haven't I lost here before?

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Not quite an uppercut, but close enough

LOSER

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He didn't have to follow up on his blow at all then. The longswordsman held back as his foe fell away, having felt the other man's consciousness cut in the aftermath of his counter. He clutched his side where the wound was. When healed, it would be one more scar to add to his collection, that of a unyielding warrior who had fought numberless duels and battles. 

James Eredas sheathed his sword, the Rending Blade, and gave his fallen enemy a bow, grimacing as the action pulled at the gash on his side. Now that the action was over, the pain was coming to him in greater waves as he no longer had an enemy to focus on. Time to go get the injury bandaged up and drink a healing potion or two. For his fallen opponent, James left Anton there where he fell. The other warrior would wake up eventually, probably in a good deal of pain, but he would live to fight another day.

Perhaps they could eventually cross wits and blades once more. 

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"See you next time"

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