Páng Tǒng
Soldier
Grand Commander, and Prefect of Ba, ~Sh?yu?n~
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Post by Páng Tǒng on Jun 22, 2006 14:00:16 GMT -5
((Gah... okay here we go... bring it back bring it back )) Guan Shao, a fit man of 6'2'', 210 lbs, muscular, and a runner, stands in a rocky plain. There is little grass, only dirt and rocks. Lots of rocks.
Standing, he holds his dual halberds (Pang De DW5 Style) in his hands, looking uncaringly upward, awaiting his opponent.The arena is a dirt plain, rocks scattered about. Watch out for tripping.
Saerin, you've got 24 hours to post.
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Post by Saerin Zei on Jun 23, 2006 8:56:16 GMT -5
A shadow, mere silhouette against the horizon. A faint breeze graced the outline of his figure, flipping the bottom folds of his cloak lightly towards the side in a sort of graceful, billowing manner. He was around six foot tall of not a little under, and though hidden beneath the darkness within the cowls, Sae’s frame was lithe and lean. Although he was about twenty feet from his opponent, he still studied the man with little regard. Bright cyan pupils boring holes through the others eyes. Tis was not himself who would make the first move, he would let the other do it for him. Speed and reflex were his advantage, not power. The gauntlets upon his hands gave him his only weakness, and a definitive one, range. He had to be close to inflict any form of damage upon his opponent, although the metal plated gloves did more then their share in damage when a hit was indeed landed. A fine weapon when you need to make up for power and when mixed with dexterity… His right foot sliding outward slowly amongst the rock strewn ground, feet no more then a foot apart and arms at his sides. Outer appearance-wise, he appeared nothing more then a man simply standing there, the folds of his cloak concealed anything from within except for movement. A small advantage, but the smallest thing was sometimes the best when you were in battle…
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Páng Tǒng
Soldier
Grand Commander, and Prefect of Ba, ~Sh?yu?n~
Posts: 293
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Post by Páng Tǒng on Jun 23, 2006 9:10:04 GMT -5
((Whats your weapon? Hence an opening post should always reveal your weapon, and what armor you have... Cyan? Or Dark Blue as your biography states..))
Guan Shao stood there, not even looking at his oppponent. He saw him in his peripheral, but did not move. His weapons, unknown. His armor, unknown. All that he knew is that the man was shorter than he, but not by much. The coward wouldn't even remove his cloak.
A sheer sign of weakness in any man, not to show your enemy your strengths. Only assassin's and cowards hold things back, and both were undesirables in Shao's mind. He looked across the plain, and slowly turned his head toward Saerin. He made his move slow, to exhibit his strength, when in actuallity his only purpose in life was to be a champion, and he had great reflexes as well as speed. A life of training the mind and body, had left him with a second sense on enemy attacks, and he would exploit them.
He'd also exploit the lack of a weapon....
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Post by Saerin Zei on Jun 23, 2006 9:53:51 GMT -5
(Yeah, I noticed the color after I posted it. No sense in changing it now though. >.> As for weapon...*Points above* Metal plated gloves, that was explained, although not outright. And my lack of description for armor should tell you as such. I don't have any, save for my cloak for maximum speed. Everything is noted, do not worry, the only problem is, do you see it? I like playing with riddles when I RP...a future note ;P)
His movement was slow, almost crawling; A sign of arrogance, one that many a general exhibited both within war and in a duel, a sort of mental game that people alike played when they toyed with death. Stupid. That was the word for it. An idiocy that got many killed in a game that took no sort of skill after it was all said and done. They would look upon him with laughter and think him a simplistic peon. Fools. They would soon learn the error of their ways as they met the back end of his fist into their face. Sae’s notion was not arrogance, his was pure intent to kill and destroy, and he would see to it that his opponent was dead and gone in the cruelest manner he would possibly imagine… An assassin of sorts, you could call him that. Trained since youth and even since when we could remember. Speed and reflex being his forte, strength was obsolete when the mind and speed were involved, and one could not master them all. Throughout years, Saerin had dropped the armor and went for a sort of lighter weapon to help enhance his ability in battle. The gauntlets to which he wore were simple gloves plated in metal on only certain areas of vital importance. Though short ranged, they held their own advantages. It was much harder to deflect an attack with a spear, then with your own fists. Human nature to destroy, that’s what it all boiled down to… Yet again, he simply stood there…waiting. Patience was indeed a virtue after all, and one of the important aspects of battle…
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Páng Tǒng
Soldier
Grand Commander, and Prefect of Ba, ~Sh?yu?n~
Posts: 293
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Post by Páng Tǒng on Jun 23, 2006 21:04:02 GMT -5
Guan Shao turned toward Saerin, an unknown assassin, not worth his time. He seemed foreign, his clothes different from standards worn at the time.
He took a few paces forward, shortening their distance to 10 feet. Wielding both small halberds, he twirled them each, and then looked towards Saerin.
Come, show me what you've got...
Then, he connected the two, at the base, creating one double-ended halberd, a Voulge, and he twirled that. He had some devastating plans already formulating, as the gauntlet would make it easy to deflect, however, if he kept the man at range, the duel was his.
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Post by Saerin Zei on Jun 23, 2006 22:26:53 GMT -5
"Come, show me what you've got…"
No response. Saerin remained steady in his position, not moving in the slightest. The faint breeze slowly died in the air above, the folds of his clothing falling limp and lifeless. The shadowed figure beneath the cloak held an aura of foreboding--a sort of warning to the opponent that the enigma within would lash out with the unmatched intensity of a cornered beast of prey. His eyes remained set firmly locked-on, the crystal blue of the iris staring coldly. Underestimated, the way he liked it. There is extraordinary pleasure within this aspect, especially in gaining the upper hand. It is a dark mist that he loved shrouding himself deep within, until the final moments when his sinister secrets are revealed…
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Páng Tǒng
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Grand Commander, and Prefect of Ba, ~Sh?yu?n~
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Post by Páng Tǒng on Jun 24, 2006 21:15:15 GMT -5
Ten feet...
He had good reaction time. Speed, and suprise...
Fine then.
Within an almost blur, Guan Shao dropped the facade of impatience, and his entire body shot forward toward Saerin. With the extra range added with his weapons, he would kill Saerin instantly.
Swingin his left pike high, and his right one low, he aimed at sisor (Sheers, I hate spelling...)ing his opponent, and making it impossible. Saerin was pretty much boned to begin with. He made his body loose, however, so that if Saerin charged at him, he could dodge efficiently.
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Post by Saerin Zei on Jun 25, 2006 21:11:46 GMT -5
”Hmph…” The attack was met in a flurry of his cloak, billowing about in his opponents face as both of the weapons came clean through the fabric; the rest tangled in the shafts of the halberds. Yet, the target of the attack was gone, instead located about two feet before his opponent. Lank strands of hair before his blue eyes, swaying freely in its unkempt manner. The skin on his face deathly pale, a near transparent shade until you got down to the lower jaw, which was wrapped in a black cloth to imitate a sort of assassin-ish look. The rest of his body was layered in the black clothing, a long-sleeved shirt drawn tight about his chest, showing lightly defined muscles. The pants were more loose, white wrappings showing brightly from the darkness around his ankles and wrists before the boots and gloves… Placed in a defensive position, Saerin still kept a cruel gaze burning into his opponents pupils. His left foot was stretched, right knee bent slightly with the placement of his body more towards the right. Left hand lowered to the earth, palm stretched on its rough surface, the right one stretched out into the air towards his side. All in all it was a rough crouched position, loose in formation as to change quickly shall the need arise. Waiting. That was all he was doing. A simple spin backwards placed him here. Taking the left foot back and spinning rather quickly would result in the billowing of the cloak, and the weapon getting caught within its folds. All it took from there was Saerin throwing his body horizontally to slide his arms from the sleeves and he was free in a matter of moments… It was pretty known by general appearance that Saerin was faster this opponent with the lack of armor and lighter weaponry. His opponent had a much heavier weapon this his own, and his own form of armor was a bit heavier then the clothing Saerin had on. So, in a battle of reflex and speed, Saerin would win…though he had to get close…or wait for an opening of some sort…
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Páng Tǒng
Soldier
Grand Commander, and Prefect of Ba, ~Sh?yu?n~
Posts: 293
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Post by Páng Tǒng on Jun 26, 2006 10:15:19 GMT -5
Guan Shao's halberds sliced through the cloth, and it fell into two larger pieces, with a small third strip.. Regaining his posture, he looked at Saerin. Sure, he was fast, unarmored, and nimbler, but Guan Shao was also fast, as his armor was light, leather armor, that enabled easier mobility.
So, standing immediatly, he swung again, with his right Halber, horizontally, this time with only one halberd. The halberds were both 2 1/2 feet long, with the tips being each 3/4 of a foot in size. The blades themselves were a foot, and could easily hit Saerin from where he stood currently, while keeping his arm length away. He cocked back the other one, to his side, ready to deflect a blow, or attack again.
((Okay, yeah, the lengths are correct:
The entire thin is only 2 1/2 foot long, with the part that holds the actual blades 3/4 of a foot long. The blades are but a foot, meaning they go out a foot, like War Pikes. Think Pang De's weapon from DW5...))
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Post by Saerin Zei on Jun 26, 2006 17:52:43 GMT -5
(Hmm...call it a sort of thought. But I fail to see how your weapon of choice would be the very least bit fast. Being that they are two and a half foot shafts, and blades that are a foot long and three-fourths in size, that would be heavy as hell with the metal created at the time. Your attacks would be kinda slow. It is this fact that I fail to see how you would be able to block/counter such attacks as mine when they come. You would be a bit slow to the reaction no? On a final note...what kind of swing? Horizontal? Vertical? And from what hand? It is kinda hard to counter when I do not know where exactly the attack is coming from...-.-)
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Páng Tǒng
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Grand Commander, and Prefect of Ba, ~Sh?yu?n~
Posts: 293
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Post by Páng Tǒng on Jun 28, 2006 10:14:38 GMT -5
((Sorry, I was rushed at that point... And my lengths are probably all fucked up cuz if I do remember, I was half asleep... Okay, so I'm going to totally edit that post for you, since its horrid.))
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Post by Saerin Zei on Jun 29, 2006 7:21:26 GMT -5
A faint grin crossed his lips for the slightest of moments, the action itself seeming as if it was in slow motion, slowly inching his way. Though in a blur of obsidian cloth, Saerin dropped his left hand and tumbled towards the right just as the halberd swung over his figure and his own body was located to his opponent’s immediate right side in which his halberd was just swung. Getting to his feet in a flash, Saerin grabbed the weapon’s shaft just as it finished its horizontal arch with his right hand, at the same time, leading a fleeting punch just towards the base of the neck/ beginning of the chest of his opponent. (Collarbone region) Even if he were to duck, the blow would only catch him in the face, and from this angle, his left halberd was useless. The fist steadily growing closer to its target, the metal plating on the back of the glove glimmered brightly, reflecting Saerin’s lust for blood…
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Páng Tǒng
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Grand Commander, and Prefect of Ba, ~Sh?yu?n~
Posts: 293
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Post by Páng Tǒng on Jun 29, 2006 8:22:37 GMT -5
Due to the weapons length, Saerin had to travel a little distance because of his lack of range. So, as he soared toward Guan, the did duck, only a small amount, but moved toward his own left, bringing the other halberd around, and smashing toward the man's back. With the man's current rate of momentum, matched with his one hand holding the halberd, he had no defense.
Shao's range was his greatest asset, and he used it effectively.
((I'm guessing you grabbed with your left hand, and attacked with your right... since, no hand was given, its my choice.))
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Post by Saerin Zei on Jun 29, 2006 11:05:03 GMT -5
(*Points up* Being as I swung with my right, it would be pretty much obvious that I grabbed it with my left. I am assuming you swung inward also. Might I also add that it would be nearly impossible to counter, being as I got your right arm across your own chest, with your left weapon drawn back supposidly. My attack, in all reality, would pretty much knock you on your ass xD)
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Páng Tǒng
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Grand Commander, and Prefect of Ba, ~Sh?yu?n~
Posts: 293
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Post by Páng Tǒng on Jun 30, 2006 13:37:42 GMT -5
(I swung, meaning an outside to in attack. You grabbed that with your left, stopping it from hitting you. Then, you took your own punch with your right, to my collarbone, which is to my left of my shoulder. So, then, I moved left, while lowering myself a little, and swung again with my left halberd this time, from outside to in, meaning left to right, into your back, as you brought yourself closer to me, it was easier to do that. A swing is something moving from that side to another, a slash comes across body.)
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