Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 23:46:23 GMT -5
Rhaegar laughed, though it was pained. "For old times sake, you said," he winced, cultching his stomach. They had barely started and he was already winded.
Ser Owen Lannister smiled across from him.
"Very well," Rhaegar smirked, though it could not be seen. He burst forward cutting upwards. His sword was hit to the side, and he had to duck to avoid a strike to his helm. He pivoted and readied his sword again. He knew should this be a real fight, how would not have been provided that luxury.
He moved forward, testing Owen's perfect defense, not being surprised to find no openings. He resigned the fact that he would likely lose this match, but pushed forward to make that not so. Owen blocked one more of Rhaegars before countering the attack. Rhaegar's back was nearing a wall, for he gained little ground on his own attack.
Parrying Ser Owen's strike proved harder and harder as he grew more tired, and the notches in his sword grew in number. He ducked one and rotated to Owen's side, desperate not to be cornered. He struck down, barely missing Owen's shoulder as he turned. He caught the flat of the White Lion's blade against his shoulder grazingly as he spun to the side and landed a mailed fist against Ser Owen's helm, making him stumble.
Still on his feet, Owen straightened and darted forward, viciously landing blows, causing the notches in his sword to grow beyond counting. His sword was a near ruin when his guard slipped and he caught a pommel in the gut. His sword was useless now, so he raised a hand. "I am finished."
"Not yet," Ser Owen said.
Rhaegar sighed, knowing what was next. After swordplay they would always move onto jousting. "Very well," he said, sighing and moving on.
"You sound so serious," Owen mused, with a short laugh.
/ / / / / / / / / /
Less than an hour later, Rhaegar sat atop a steed facing his opponent. He was a worse lance than a sword. He frowned and leveled his lance. The day was sinking into twilight. He kicked his spurrs and went forward, landing a solid blow against the dummy, while moving fast enough to avoid the backlash.
"You're good enough," Owen said, mounting his own horse. Rhaegar smiled. He would finally get to face Lannister. He pocketed the Lance in his armpit and turned his horse to see Ser Owen ready. He kicked his steed and drove down the lists.
Impact. He caught a lance to his shoulder that nearly unhorsed him, but smiled when his vision cleared enough to show he broke his own lance.
He turned his horse around to see Ser Owen barely phased by his hit. He frowned knowing he must have barely broke it on the man's shield. The next pass he managed the same feat, though took a harder hit.
Third time being the charm, he thought he would be daring. He blasted down the list. He leaned his shoulder back to the left. He would either avoid the hit, or be obliterated. Luckily for him, it was the latter. He avoided the hit and struck a good one of his own.
All confidence, he turned his horse one last time. They tore down the strip, him trying the same thing, but with the opposite shoulder now. Owen was wiser than to fall for the same trick twice and his strike hit true.
Next thing he knew, Rhaegar was looking up from the sky on his back. He laughed.
Lord Rhaegar Targaryen advances to Expert Lance
Lord Rhaegar Targaryen advances toward Master Sword
Ser Owen Lannister smiled across from him.
"Very well," Rhaegar smirked, though it could not be seen. He burst forward cutting upwards. His sword was hit to the side, and he had to duck to avoid a strike to his helm. He pivoted and readied his sword again. He knew should this be a real fight, how would not have been provided that luxury.
He moved forward, testing Owen's perfect defense, not being surprised to find no openings. He resigned the fact that he would likely lose this match, but pushed forward to make that not so. Owen blocked one more of Rhaegars before countering the attack. Rhaegar's back was nearing a wall, for he gained little ground on his own attack.
Parrying Ser Owen's strike proved harder and harder as he grew more tired, and the notches in his sword grew in number. He ducked one and rotated to Owen's side, desperate not to be cornered. He struck down, barely missing Owen's shoulder as he turned. He caught the flat of the White Lion's blade against his shoulder grazingly as he spun to the side and landed a mailed fist against Ser Owen's helm, making him stumble.
Still on his feet, Owen straightened and darted forward, viciously landing blows, causing the notches in his sword to grow beyond counting. His sword was a near ruin when his guard slipped and he caught a pommel in the gut. His sword was useless now, so he raised a hand. "I am finished."
"Not yet," Ser Owen said.
Rhaegar sighed, knowing what was next. After swordplay they would always move onto jousting. "Very well," he said, sighing and moving on.
"You sound so serious," Owen mused, with a short laugh.
/ / / / / / / / / /
Less than an hour later, Rhaegar sat atop a steed facing his opponent. He was a worse lance than a sword. He frowned and leveled his lance. The day was sinking into twilight. He kicked his spurrs and went forward, landing a solid blow against the dummy, while moving fast enough to avoid the backlash.
"You're good enough," Owen said, mounting his own horse. Rhaegar smiled. He would finally get to face Lannister. He pocketed the Lance in his armpit and turned his horse to see Ser Owen ready. He kicked his steed and drove down the lists.
Impact. He caught a lance to his shoulder that nearly unhorsed him, but smiled when his vision cleared enough to show he broke his own lance.
He turned his horse around to see Ser Owen barely phased by his hit. He frowned knowing he must have barely broke it on the man's shield. The next pass he managed the same feat, though took a harder hit.
Third time being the charm, he thought he would be daring. He blasted down the list. He leaned his shoulder back to the left. He would either avoid the hit, or be obliterated. Luckily for him, it was the latter. He avoided the hit and struck a good one of his own.
All confidence, he turned his horse one last time. They tore down the strip, him trying the same thing, but with the opposite shoulder now. Owen was wiser than to fall for the same trick twice and his strike hit true.
Next thing he knew, Rhaegar was looking up from the sky on his back. He laughed.
Lord Rhaegar Targaryen advances to Expert Lance
Lord Rhaegar Targaryen advances toward Master Sword
Hope you all are well and happy.