originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
[b][u]Death Before Dishonor[/u][/b]
A man in the colors of a Khornite followers enters the arene. Armed with a well worn steel buckler and sword, he wears no other gear besides a dagger sheathed on his belt. In one movement he drags the sword across his shield arm.
With the first blood drawn he awaits his fate through Khornes chosen ritual, Trial by Lethal Combat.
English
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[b]lian arrives as well [/b] You wish to fight?
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The Khornite simply nods as he pulls into a gaurd position.
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[b]starts swinging around soul chain[/b] [spoiler]soul chain is basically a chain dart that had large range[/spoiler]
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Eyeing the soul chain he holds his gaurd. Advancing step by step as he paces himself by the sound of the twirling chain. Shifting his weight to the back foot he prepares for the eventual attack
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[b]swings with a sword[/b]
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Raising his shield he deflects the blow to the left. Thrusting his sword out he puts it in the arc of the soul chain sacrificing the blade to stop the chains twirl.
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[b]she grabs the bladed end and goes for stab[/b]
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Taking the hit through the shoulder the Khornite grits his teeth as he back pedals to try and make make enough distance to be out of the daggers range but to close to use the full chain.
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[b]jumps and goes for a sword sting[/b]
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The man drops his knee as he raises his shield to block the blow. His shield dents on the impact as he is pressed toward the ground
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[b]pins the blade on the shield jumps back and pulls the shield[/b]
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With the loss of his sword and sheild the man raises his dagger from his belt. The polished dark metal shining in the light. "I have but 1 request." The Khornite says at last. "When I fall take my Fang and treat her well. The blade is good and is worthy of good warrior."
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[spoiler]just took ur shield but ok [/spoiler] [b] rebounds shield and uses it like a flail [/b]
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Ducking to the side the Khornite swings the dagger up towards the face in a slashing blow.
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[b]leans back and elbows[/b] Spending 50 years, stuck in time, never aging in the realm of Ar'cash, the war God and having to kill him to escape.
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The man falls to the ground blood streaming down his face from his broken nose.
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[b]tosses your sword [/b] You seek to die honourably [b]has sword drawn[/b] We shall duel.