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Post by Eadfearth on Mar 18, 2008 14:55:30 GMT -5
Eadfearth smirked as he watched his opponent get onto her feet, he would attempt to disarm her then. I win, he declared bluntly in his mind. What he did not expect, was Narne dropping onto the floor. Not only would his momentum trip him over her foot, but mere seconds before she had dropped to the ground he had thrusted his sword forward. This only made matters worse for him. Eadfearth was large, but he was not a clumsy oaf. Which he was constantly mistaken for, but he was far from nimble. He could owe his balance, to horse back riding. But to be more specific, fighting when among his horse. You had to be coordinated, it was difficult to manage your balance when in a charge or coming to a sudden halt. Despite that, he still fell down flat on his face in the dirt, groaning in a bit of pain. So they saying was true, the bigger they are the harder they fall.
He could flip himself up, just likely Narne had done, but in his case it would take up to much energy. Eadfearth was to prideful, to lose because of a lack of energy. Instead he would rather fail because of his own mistake. That way he could claim or argue he beat himself. Which was just fine for both him and his ego. Of course, the victor would argue other wise but the only thing that truly mattered was what he thought to be true or not.
Reacting quickly, he had already made had his decision when tripping. He would roll over, and then get up quickly. Eadfearth managed to only accomplish half of his plan. He hadn't expected Narne to leap at him, but at least in his current position he could defend himself. In comparison, if he had attempted to jump onto his feet immediately she would of most likely pounced onto him in mid air.
So, he began to fight back. For the moment he dropped his sword onto the ground, sending more dust into the air. Eadfearth would try to wrestle her off him. More importantly, he attempted to slap her sword hand hopefully sending it aside. The dagger was shorter, if he could manage to make distance between themselves, her dagger would prove to be useless.
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Post by Narne on Mar 19, 2008 4:55:17 GMT -5
So, her intelligent manoeuvre had gotten her somewhere. She smiled at the accomplishment, as he dropped his sword. That was even twice her luck. She was liking this, however she knew not to celebrate over something not already won. Tides could change, as could seasons. Therefore all other circumstances could do exactly the same. From what she could recall his strength had somewhat strengthened, as had hers.
He managed to slap her hand, which knocked her sword out of it. That was a clumsy mistake, because she realised she had not lathered her hands in dirt, so that her grip was easily taken from sweat. She laughed at that, such an unfortunate mistake. Yet, still she was equipped with a dagger. Such handy little items, and not truly expected in a sword duel.
A bit of dust reached at her eyes, she blinked suddenly which allowed him the advantage, and his struggle against her literally knocked her away from him just that tad bit. She had to hand it to the guy, he’d improved a lot. Yet, still she lunged back at him, like some ruthless vixen. She’d learnt that one of the best attacks were surprise, that is why many thieves and marauders were so accomplished.
She held him to the ground for a moment, both struggling against one another. Matching one another’s force and strength, if anything Narne slightly hesitating. She did not push all her strength into one move, in case she needed an escape.
She looked at Eadfearth, catching his eye after the dust cloud had disappeared. The shadows about them giving off strange images, and covering certain angles of the face she saw before her, “So, you ready to yield, and let me win?” she laughed, yet still kept her strength. The dagger still maintaining its place. Both swords littered the ground like a few disregarded weapons.
Voice insides began to be heard, yet Narne paid no interest to such a distraction. She never allowed herself the distraction, unless it was life and death or another enemy coming her way. Even though women were good with multitasking, she still liked to keep focused on atleast one thing.
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Post by Eadfearth on Mar 19, 2008 14:52:32 GMT -5
Eadfearth gritted his teeth as he attempted to grab hold of her and throw her aside. The whole fight could be seen as frustrating. Not only was she slim, which made it difficult to grab onto her, but the sweat had made her skin slippery and wet.
That thought was not what truly frustrated him. It was the fact he couldn't use all of his skills and techniques. It was a duel, he could not simply knock her head against a wall and end it. That would put her at risk of a serious injury, a concussion perhaps. It wasn't that he held back because she was female, though it did limit his attacks in some ways. But more the fact she was a friend, if she had been a random stranger he would be more relentless. By no means was he going to let her win, he would just have to overcome her with what he was limited to.
Eadfearth continued to grit his teeth. He was trying to hold back her dagger, and was doing it pretty well. "No!" He stated. In his mind he had come to the conclusion that if he used more force at the moment without seriously injuring her. In response to his thought, he began to use more strength but that would not get him off her. Forearming her in the chest was out of mind, if he could tried to hit her shoulder to knock her off. There was the chance he could dislocated it.
He thought about rolling over, so he would have the position advantage. But if he rolled to the right, he would hit the wall. If it was to the left, her back would land on his sword. At that moment he contemplated giving up. But he didn't. Instead he tried to push away her arm with the dagger away. Hopefully buying him, enough time to move his hands to her waist and throw her over him, Ultimately leaving her on her back. Which would give him enough time, to get up and grab his weapon. But, if she managed to recover quickly from the small push at he dagger and place her weapon on his throat he would lose.
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Post by Narne on Mar 20, 2008 6:18:01 GMT -5
Narne smiled, “Well your going to have to give up sometime soon. Your not going to outlast me. Face it, I’m better,” she said with another cheeky and playful grin. She wasn’t better then him, and she knew it. She could match his, when she was fresh, but she knew she’d never be able to withstand him in a true fight to the death. Even if she was pretty good.
She could feel the small beads of sweat falling from her, it wasn’t from exhaustion it was from the continuous energy that must burn out of her to keep him at bay. She would occasionally let her energy slip and give him a slim chance of overcoming her, but she would return with double the strength that she had left with. She had managed to work herself to that, because half the time strength in a comeback was not truly expected, in her case it tended to work exceptionally well. She felt pride swim through her blood, knowing.. Just knowing that she had not lost, yet, to her former trainer.
However, she underestimated him once again, it just didn’t seem to sink in that she would underestimate him time and time again. This time he managed to push her dagger away, and grab her by the waist, flinging her over, so that she landed on her back with a thud. Not so much as one that hurt, but a thud. She looked up and saw how close a scrub was, and laughed. So close to going into a bush, she’d definitely had lost then.
She still managed to have hold of her dagger, and as quickly as she had laughed she leapt up. His sword but inches away from them. If she could get it, and possibly reach hers he would be defenceless and therefore it would be her that would win this duel. Her body lunged forward, as fast as any force could push her in that direction. She knew Eadfearth would catch onto what she was doing, and he’d possibly attempt to trip her or somehow stop her from reaching both swords, or even just one of them.
The night only allowed the gleam of the blades, from the moonlight, which made it horribly difficult to locate where any holes or rocks might be on the ground. Luckily there was good moonlight out, which made everything slightly that more visible. There was the light from the house, which helped. However, it ran through her mind, hopefully this was Eadfearth’s house, it would look plainly odd to see two people duelling in front of some commoners house.
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Post by Eadfearth on Mar 20, 2008 20:16:12 GMT -5
Eadfearth grinned at what he took as a joke. "Better? You?." He chuckled in response. The king then found out, that slapping her hand to the side had actually given him a little room. Till now, he had assumed he was going to lose. But he took the advantage and flipped her over him, onto her back.
The king jumped onto his feet, almost at the same exact time as the thud. It didn't sound to painful. Of course it wasn't intended to be painful though. With that second of free time, he took it to take in a deep breath. By no means was he tired, nor winded. But it was extremely refreshing. It would help in the long run, but at the moment it proved to be stupid. Eadfearth had forgotten how determined Narne was, and she quickly got onto her two feet and leaped for their blades.
All he needed was one blade to win. His instincts took over and in return he hurled himself at his sword. By no means did he want to be stuck with Narne's sword. Not that he had anything against it, it was a fine blade and Narne could wield it extremely well. But he preferred his. It in some ways was an extension of himself.
Eadfearth gritted his teeth. He bumped into Narne, as he dove for his blade. Or she bumped into him. Either way they hit each other. It was by no means a soft bump. Both of them, or at least Eadfearth thought they both dove with a head full of steam. He didn't reach for his sword, instead he reached for Narne's wrist. Attempting to grab hold of it. He would not let her get away. If possible, Eadfearth would try to hold her down. While he got up.
The house was not his. But at the same time it wasn't a commoners house. It was his brother's. Who currently governed the surrounding area. Though it could pass as his house. He had entry, his brother was rarely there, and he was King. Though Eadfearth by no means was a tyrant. Technically everything in Germania was his, or could become his.
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Post by Narne on Mar 20, 2008 20:32:44 GMT -5
Narne’s speed at rising had most likely gotten Eadfearth by surprise, and she saw a slight glint of that in his eyes. It was remarkable, without a word how they both knew what the other would do. They both at such an uncanny speed, and without any serious thought leapt towards his blade. Both seeming to keep the other from reaching the blade, by doing whatever possible. In this case they bumped into one another, it didn’t deter either of them. They knew what they wanted, and they would not stop till they got it.
She dove on the ground, scraping bare skin. A slight sting tinged there, but it was not enough to have her howling like a wounded dog. She was focussed and her eyes remained on that blade. In the haste she’d dropped her dagger, just a moment ago. So really getting to Eadfearth’s sword meant literally winning. She was determined.
Yet, something surprising happened then. He didn’t reach for the sword, as they both landed on the ground. Instead he reached for her wrist. Cheeky, very cheeky. He got it too, and she attempted to yank it out of his grip with as much force that her arm would let her. She wouldn’t use so much as to pull his arm out of place, like she did in true battles, because this was not a fight to the death. With the other hand, she reached for the blade.
It was inches away from her other hand. She rolled her eyes, that had to be most unlucky thing, “Ok, so you might have me on the ground and defenceless, but that doesn’t mean your any better then me,” she said with a little jest, and squirmed trying to rip her hand from his grip.
Her other hand coming ho the aid and latching onto his arm and pushing it in the opposite direction. Hopefully he would let go, and she’d have to propel herself forward within matters of a second just to reach the blade before he. If he got to it, before she did, she’d have to be up and away. She’d have to move away from the zone of his sword, and hopefully locate hers, or something that might be a bit more useful.
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Post by Eadfearth on Mar 20, 2008 23:04:54 GMT -5
Eadfearth grinned; his face was almost in the dirt. He managed to grab her, and the dirt was only helping his grip. The King was determined to not simply let go of her, or allow her to pull he away. Once she yanked, he tightened his grip and in response he tugged at her. For the moment, all signs of a simple sword duel was gone. It was more there strength and agility competing against each other. In this case, they cancelled each other.
“It doesn't? Does that mean that I would have to beat you once again to prove my superiority?" He replied with a jest. "If that’s the case, so be it. This time I won't be kind and let you win." Narne brought her other hand to help. He was losing his grip, but he also had another hand. Over dramatically, he brought his other down like a bear paw striking its prey to clamp down on her wrist. He now fought for a grip on both of her hands. Maybe overconfident, he supposed he had a solid grip and attempted to stand. If he only held on to one hand, he would use his free hand to help himself onto his two feet. Either way, he would try to drag her farther from the sword. It was a bold move, and even if it didn't work; Eadfearth found it to be funny.
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Post by Narne on Mar 20, 2008 23:24:48 GMT -5
She watched his other hand come down, and hold hers. Now, this just wasn’t going to work. As much as she tried to pull, he also pulled. Eventually they were just going to be stuck there, and not able to move until one of them weakened and surrendered. She took a deep breath, and matched his every tug, with a sudden and unexpected jerk. Which did not tend to work that well for her, in any case. He had some strength in those arms, she could give him that.
“You superior?!” she laughed, “That is just plain ridiculous. We both know I am quite the Superior. So, why don’t you just let go and surrender…” she suggested playfully, returning with another yank and a force that pulled away from him. When he attempted to stand, she kept taking strong and powerful tugs to hopefully displace him, and pull him back to the ground.
She felt like some animal trying to break away from a firm hold, and it wasn’t working. Not even that little bit. Her skills in wrestling hadn’t improved that much, however she still had some strength behind her. So, he had both her hands now caught in one, and seemed to be dragging her away from his sword.
Finally from the strength of him pulling her, she was back on her feet, and pulling back and away from his grip. This was a loose loose situation for her. He could easily let go, and she’d tumble back to the ground again, or she could swipe his feet out from underneath him, which would end in both of them back on the ground. Frustration curved her brow, as she looked at him playfully. She finally stopped pulling and let his strength overcome her for the moment. Another tactic. It would allow her to gain balance, and hopefully surprise him.
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