Post by The Smith on Dec 15, 2008 18:36:01 GMT -5
Jeremiel stood in front of four of gold cloaks. He wielded an old sword, now dulled and used for training purposes. He had already felled one of the men, and looked to do it to the rest in the Training Yard. His blood was hot, and the excitement of challenging five men at once still riddled his bones.
Roaring, Jeremiel charged, striking at one of the men, as the other three collapsed upon him. As the man struggled to parry his blow, Jere pulled back and spun his sword around his head, angled down, knocking away two blades, and making the third man step back warily.
Taking advantage, Jeremiel hoped back and then advanced quickly on the man who backed away, faking high then striking low, to remove the man's feet from him, sending him to the ground.
Spinning quickly, not wasting anytime admiring his work, he blocked two swords, as a third hit him on the shoulder. He ignored it, knowing there would be worse, as he struck forwards, swinging through his opponent's defence, catching him on the shoulder, though his friend swung at the same time, hitting Jeremiel's hand, making him drop the sword.
Turning and rolling instinctively, he came up to face his last two opponents. As they rushed him, he spun to the right, and stepped in, to close the distance, as he struck the man's helmet with an armoured elbow, ringing it and knocking the man out.
Only one man left.
He stepped forwards, feinting attacks, though his opponent barely fell for them. He was slowly pushing the man back, until the man hit a fence. Knowing he was cornered, the man screamed and charged, headed for Jeremiel, as Jere ducked low, very low, and came up under the man's swing, as he gripped the man's arm. Being significantly larger, he easily twisted he man's arm, making him grit his teeth and trip, though he held onto his sword.
Rolling again, Jeremiel caught his fallen sword in the roll and came up to face his final opponent, which he wasted no time it striking many times, using speed and precision to overwhelm the man, and making the man cry a yield.
Panting, Jeremiel walked from the field without another word.
Result:
Jeremiel advances to Expert Unarmed Fighting.
Jeremiel advances toward Master Swordplay.
Roaring, Jeremiel charged, striking at one of the men, as the other three collapsed upon him. As the man struggled to parry his blow, Jere pulled back and spun his sword around his head, angled down, knocking away two blades, and making the third man step back warily.
Taking advantage, Jeremiel hoped back and then advanced quickly on the man who backed away, faking high then striking low, to remove the man's feet from him, sending him to the ground.
Spinning quickly, not wasting anytime admiring his work, he blocked two swords, as a third hit him on the shoulder. He ignored it, knowing there would be worse, as he struck forwards, swinging through his opponent's defence, catching him on the shoulder, though his friend swung at the same time, hitting Jeremiel's hand, making him drop the sword.
Turning and rolling instinctively, he came up to face his last two opponents. As they rushed him, he spun to the right, and stepped in, to close the distance, as he struck the man's helmet with an armoured elbow, ringing it and knocking the man out.
Only one man left.
He stepped forwards, feinting attacks, though his opponent barely fell for them. He was slowly pushing the man back, until the man hit a fence. Knowing he was cornered, the man screamed and charged, headed for Jeremiel, as Jere ducked low, very low, and came up under the man's swing, as he gripped the man's arm. Being significantly larger, he easily twisted he man's arm, making him grit his teeth and trip, though he held onto his sword.
Rolling again, Jeremiel caught his fallen sword in the roll and came up to face his final opponent, which he wasted no time it striking many times, using speed and precision to overwhelm the man, and making the man cry a yield.
Panting, Jeremiel walked from the field without another word.
Result:
Jeremiel advances to Expert Unarmed Fighting.
Jeremiel advances toward Master Swordplay.