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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Feb 16, 2010 22:47:35 GMT -5
Ayalan had to take a small trip as he thought to himself, the counter offensive to the Saints, the recent battles, and the wake of his everlonging goal that he was first paid for. Of course he would come here to see the advanced machinery. The possible strategies.
He thought to himself, "What do I do to create a plan that will work? We're outnumbered, outfought, and undernourished in the arts of war and such."...He put his hands on his hips, as he approached the nearest building, being a factory; and sat by it.
Aya was covered in bandages without his armor on, so he got a few weird looks, but he needed the healing time; his chest had slashes, his arm was nearly broken and completely slashed up, and his other arm, containing many a splinter based scar. He was alone of course, but he was also always thinking, as he tried to speak to anyone nearby with his mind.
'...Anyone out there?'...
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Post by Riliath Infernus on Feb 17, 2010 9:01:43 GMT -5
"Speaking with one's mind is not clever in today's day and age!" Riliath rumbled as he walked around the corner, fully donned in his ebony black armour, the dark legend in his full splendour as he stood, all 7'1ft of him above Aya.
"And you would be? Little man?"
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Feb 17, 2010 11:17:25 GMT -5
Ayalan grinned of course, as he first heard the voice; then he opened his eyes.
"My my. You're a big one. I'm guessing that armor must have been taken awhile to make?" was his only response, a retort, as he watched the man, up and down; he himself was only around 6 foot, so he had deserved being called small compared to this man.
"I'm Ayalan Invargas. Mercenary of war and ex general of these lands," he admitted fully, as he kept his body language clearly closed.
"And you would be? Big man?" He smirked, watching him...'he's not a Saint or a Sumata..of that I am certain.."
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Post by Riliath Infernus on Feb 17, 2010 11:40:08 GMT -5
"Mercenary" Riliath growled spitting on the ground next to him "You sell your souls for money, pillage, burn and rape" He shook his head in disgust "And yet there is something different about you" He squinted slightly "Maybe it's your experience as a general, but you do not have that pale useless look in your eye"
He straightened himself up "I am Riliath Infernus, Step-Son of that worthless dog Phraser Infernus and although I do not know his name I am the true son of the greates warrior ever to grace Allorum" He grunted "All but titles, you see how I made sure not to include a noble of Ignis? That's because words mean nothing it is my actions that will make me stand out!"
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Feb 17, 2010 20:52:27 GMT -5
Ayalan held up his hand, "Woah woah woah...Now here here.."..
..."I haven't raped or pillaged."
He grinned, and of course, his laid back attitude took over as he watched the spit fly to the ground, and he watched back to Riliath, "You seem to be the kind who enjoys his honor and his warrior style of life. I can respect that."
Aya then held out a hand, seeing only to show respect, "From one to another, I understand your distaste in my line of work, but I assure you, it is for an honorable reason." He looked at Riliath, straight in the eye..as well as he could with his height anyway.
He then looked across as he spoke during it, "Tell me, as a warrior..how well versed are you in battle?"
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Post by Riliath Infernus on Feb 19, 2010 10:50:27 GMT -5
"I single handidly took out most of the Royal Ignis guard including the local garrison commander" He frowned in thought "I single handidly held off a unit of bandits at the city gates and I've a few more feats that are somewhat simpler" He took the man's hand, no point trying to rile him any further, he was not the type of man to be provoked.
"And now it is your turn to tell me, How experienced are you on the field of battle?"
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Feb 19, 2010 12:45:36 GMT -5
Ayalan smirked at the accomplishments, impressed, he spoke, "Well I'm sure I'd enjoy a man of your achievement and power on my army. However, as for my accomplishments.."
He put his hands on his hips, "I led an army into great power, causing the kingdom to start and gain heavy ground, and took out a very influential power who would have changed the course of a kingdom in itself had I not killed their leader; mainly my wife."
Aya shrugged, and spoke up, "That would be my..greatest achievement and my most horrible moment in the same time. I admit, my honor is questionable, but I do feel intrigued by the weapon you carry. Tell me-..No wait."
He nodded, "Show me. I wonder if a man with a weapon like that could show the same skill in battle." Sure, Ayalan was bandaged and wounded, but he was in top physical condition at all times, as he stretched slightly, "I know you won't turn down. It's not in your nature to."
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Post by Riliath Infernus on Feb 19, 2010 13:08:50 GMT -5
Riliath unsheathed the large cross-halbred, the weapon standing up to his shoulder when he lightly pressed the tip of one of the blades into the ground "12 Rounds" He said "A round ends when your opponent is on his back" He picked the weapon up and spun it seemlessly around his hand like a large saw "The one who does not yield or wins the most rounds wins" He threw the weapon skywards "Agreed?" He caught the weapon lightly as if it were a feather.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Feb 19, 2010 13:12:49 GMT -5
Ayalan smirked at first, it was a beauty of a weapon, looked detachable as well.
"..Agreed." He of course, only pulled out his brass knuckles- it was always all he had besides his gauntlets, and he stood up to face Riliath.
His first move was to wait for the round to start, he only gave a nod, to show he was ready, as he leaned back- Aya was going into a seemingly martial arts style, his right hand by his right hip, and an somewhat extended left hand.
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Post by Riliath Infernus on Feb 19, 2010 13:21:55 GMT -5
"Inginuitive" Riliath thought to himself "At close range I won't manouevre well" He gave a sly grin "So let's keep my distance" He gripped his weapon just below the blade of one of the crescent blades and swung the weapon in a horizontal motion towards his opponent.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Feb 19, 2010 16:40:55 GMT -5
Aya took advantage of this if only for a block, by gripping the other end where there was room to hold onto and felt his body hit the wall from the extreme force. He grinned back, as he felt the bar of the weapon whip him a bit; he let go quickly of course, and pulled back and to the side, jabbing his knee in with a kick. Now, holding his hands up and extending his range as he sidestepped in and out- rather drunk looking.
He could only smirk, and continue this range, inching closer and dodging, as he scanned his opponent again, swaying uncontrollably but not fighting. He became a rather silly but evasive looking target, such was the way of this style.
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Post by Riliath Infernus on Feb 20, 2010 14:31:51 GMT -5
Riliath smiled before curling his weapon behind his back as if building up the power before a strike, the man's style worked well against Riliath's more ranged attacks, he could not help but wonder how it went against speed and repetetive attacks, spinning out he threw the large weapon causing it to spin around Riliath's torso, moving out a little bit more each spin making a huge saw around Riliath.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Feb 20, 2010 22:54:32 GMT -5
Ayalan watched this at first, still swaying, very drunken looking, before he noticed the first strike- he let his body fall back against a cart behind him; and continued sliding back against it, laying against it, before pushing himself back up from it as the arc got closer, and when it got too close for comfort; he simply dropped to the ground on his back, and went for a sweeping kick upward toward Riliath's weapon's grip followed by rolling under the cart.
"I suppose that's one point for you." He smiled, and noted the distance, jumping up on the cart, waiting for the striker again.
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Post by Riliath Infernus on Feb 21, 2010 7:06:46 GMT -5
The weapon spun back into Riliath's hand and he simply grunted, he would't bother gloating yet, he had to win before theat happened, splitting the weapon in half he rushed forwards, keeping up the offensive by moving in with a flurry of strikes, he would lunge with one before slashing with the other, he kept the rythem different every time however to stop the motion being to easy to predict.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Feb 21, 2010 10:03:14 GMT -5
Ayalan smiled, and watched the weapon take itself apart; he could only smirk that his theory on the weapon was reaffirmed.
He looked ahead of him; and decided the only course of action was that this guy was bulky and too hard to hit from the front.
That wall was behind him, so he attempted: He waited for the first strike: A dodge to the left, then the second strike would have hit, but he put one foot up on Riliath's shoulder, and used the power in his legs, like a frog, to kick off of him, before leaping up to the roof of that wall's building.
Aya looked back to see if his makeshift kick did anything.
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