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Feast of Blades: Trueblade Round 3: Claustrophobia

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Claustrophobia:

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This stage takes advantage of the options within Force Majeure’s training arenas to the fullest. A set of narrow corridors barely six feet across, linking nine small rooms that are nine by nine feet, all arranged in in a square. The ceiling is 11 feet high, but it’d do you little good as you navigate the tight environments and attempt to best your foe. The Custode escorting you to the arena tells you that the place was built to simulate for battles in tunnels, or aboard airships, places of limited movement and fierce close-range combat. There would be indeed be fierce close-range combat here. Both parties start in one of the square rooms on the far opposite side, in direct sight of the other, separated by two corridors and one room.

Round 3:

Arthur Uskglass (Player: @Voldemort) versus Caeceila Glasmann (Player: @The Alexandrian)

Battles begin 1/20/2020 and will run until 2/23/2020

WEAPON CONDITIONS: Only two weapons may be brought. Dual swords count as two. Shields are banned. Polearms are banned.

Edited by Fierach

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“Your facilities are extensive!” Arthur exclaimed with clear but ultimately skeptical astonishment, his eyes darting to and fro as the Custode escorted him into the narrow training ground. 

”This is where the Order trains for tunnel fighting or boarding actions below deck,” the stoic warrior replied, turning his head to look back at the mutant. “How do you like our facilities?” 

“The food is great but your headquarters is overly gratuitous,” the mage replied honestly as they arrived at the exact staging ground for the duel. The custode came to a halt and Arthur walked past the man while adding, “And it reminds me of my commission in the military, so let’s just say I’m so-so. Watch my robes and hat, this is just about as far as I can be from them without breaking some age old custom that I won’t bore you with.” 

Without his occult vestments, Arthur looked like the quintessential warrior. Tall, powerfully muscled, and dispassionate facial features as he casually strolled onto the prepared battlefield. He sported a half-red, half-black gambeson and similarly colored chausses. His black plate armor although obscured much of it, covering his body in breastplate, pauldron, gauntlets, tassets and greaves. Curiously, a silk ribbon was tied around the cuff of his right gauntlet. Two blades hung from baldrics, a longsword on his left hip and an especially curved sabre on the right. As he awaited his opponent, the Hexblade drew the longsword from its scabbard, it’s black forty two inch blade glistening like obsidian in the lit corridor.

@The Alexandrian

Edited by Voldemort

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Caeceila was informed that three rooms, each nine feet by nine feet by eleven feet, and two corridors, each six feet wide and eleven feet high, form the arena she now enters.  As she enters, her foe, a burly humanoid male armed with a longsword with a forty-two inch (3.5 foot) blade and a curved saber, waits approximately eighteen feet plus the length of two corridors from her initial position.

Arthur's opponent steps into the arena, promptly surveys, with her keen gaze, the space separating her from Arthur, and, without a proper introduction or a lick of hesitation, starts sprinting out of her room, up the corridor, and into the room at the center of the battlefield.  In her dominant (right) hand, Caeceila grips a double-edged, cup-hilted rapier with a forty-one inch blade, a knuckle bow, and a cross guard, and in her offhand (left), she grips a main-gauche with a nineteen inch blade, a side ring, and a cross guard.  She drew her weapons before she entered the arena, saving her the hassle of unsheathing them in a confined space.  Caeceila chose to wield the rapier with its companion weapon, as shown in the rapier treatises she had studied.  Her rapier provided her with the reach necessary to consistently imperil her foe, and her parrying dagger (main-gauche) enhanced both her offensive and defensive capabilities, particularly in close quarters combat.  At the onset of this round, Caeceila assumed, perhaps mistakenly, that this combination would be especially popular.  None could dispute that her weapons are appropriate for this situation, though it remains to be seen if they are optimal for this situation.

If Arthur dithers instead of meeting her, with all due urgency, in the center of the arena, Caeceila will push into his corridor, taking care to slow down outside of his reach so her momentum does not carry her forward farther than she intends.  In slowing well-before she is within striking range and attempting to remain just out of reach, Caeceila ought to be able to maneuver as she sees fit in response to incoming attacks launched as they close distance.  Her bravado as visible as her own breastplate, pauldron, gauntlets, tassets and greaves, Caeceila taunts Arthur.

Brought your own bandage, I see.  You an oracle or something?

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Arthur fixed a deadpan state onto his newly arrived opponent, his inhumanly orange eyes seemingly staring through Caecelia in a predatory gaze that still had even bigger fish to fry, not just the woman who stood before him clad in the weapons of a duelist. Though indeed, while the one-armed rapier had a longer (yet comparable) measure than the mutant’s war sword. It lacked the leverage in the bind that Arthur’s long sword and his two hands could achieve. 

As the heiress cracked her joke, the black mage showed some emotion as his lips turned upwards in a roguish smirk and the intensity in his eyes softened with amusement. He wondered if her sense of humor would prove as exuberant in a minute from then when it was all set and done.  

“It’s a lady’s favors, actually. A woman much more attractive than you offered them to me,” Arthur replied matter-of-factly, lifting Bogatyr off his shoulder and gripping both hands. His right hand grabbed the dark blue leather-bound handle underneath the cruciform hilt while his left hand clutched the pommel. He held the blade in plow guard, his right leg forward and the sword’s hilt held level with his abdomen. Bogatyr’s blade pointed upwards and towards Caecelia’s face as he rotated the long sword onto its flat so that the quillons pointed off to the sides. 

“Good idea though. I’ll help the medics apply it to your torn neck,” the mage added, his amused tone taking a darker turn as he immediately leaped into action. He took a long lunging step forward with his right leg; the left leg trailing in a step of its own though it remained behind the mutant’s lead leg. Meanwhile, Arthur lifted his sword high and wound his arms into Ochs, obscuring much of his head with the hilt of his sword and his long arms as he moved in with his first attack. The mutant stretched out his arms and  extended his point forward, aiming to drive the tapered point of his sword towards Caecelia’s face. He wasn’t probing from maximum range either, looking to strike with just the tip of the weapon. No. Arthur fully intended to thrust Bogatyr through the heiress’ head. 
 

@The Alexandrian

Edited by Voldemort

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