Evermore

[dramaking]

"Good form? By whose reckoning? That of your training?
Come now, your skills are to genteel for combat.
Where are your brilliant ripostes? Your magnificent fleshe atacks? Your spectacular feints?
Why did you do it? You have everything, an honored posion in your people, an intelligent mind, a skilled hand, you could have done much, you could have become one of the brilliant surgeons of your people.
Why did you pit all you have with your terribly whimsical weapon and your pathetically classical Disean training against the skills of a Warmaster?"

While saying this he had prepared his weapon,

He struck out his weapon, not emmensely hard but with enough speed to deliever the strike,

The blade flew up forward in an arc, not designed to strike in point as a fencer's blade but to take a lengthy slash against the flesh of his opponent, however he did keep his body shielded against a counterattack.

 

[WhiteLily]

*Kelli moved back and behind the chair, wriggling under the tent again* just, watch everyone here, they're all snakes. *She went out and back to her seat.*

 

[sampson x]

((Would appreciate a response from Exeter, since I don't know exactly how he would respond to a report that says Yitai is taken care of and appropriate action can now be taken by Retta...thanks, Drama.))

 

[dramaking]

As the paper fluttered by Roche, he instantly caught it and read it.

He smiled softly, and sardonically pursued his lips and called Vlasdimir over.

All that could be heard before his whispers were lost,

"Good news..."

 

[Shadowseldil]

"Good form? By whose reckoning? That of your training?
Come now, your skills are to genteel for combat.
Where are your brilliant ripostes? Your magnificent fleshe atacks? Your spectacular feints?
Why did you do it? You have everything, an honored posion in your people, an intelligent mind, a skilled hand, you could have done much, you could have become one of the brilliant surgeons of your people.
Why did you pit all you have with your terribly whisical weapon and your pathetically classical Disean training against the skills of a Warmaster?"

While saying this he had prepared his weapon,

He struck out his weapon, not emmensely hard but with enough speed to deliever the strike,

The blade flew up forward in an arc, not designed to strike in point as a fencer's blade but to take a lengthy slash against the flesh of his opponent, however he did keep his body shielded against a counterattack.

Daethalion smiled. This was amatuer fighting. With flawless form, he pushed the blade off-line, and riposted with imperceivable speed. It was nothing deadly, nor even dangerous, but it was a strike. The point of his epee cut into Atlas's left shoulder, just enough to irritate him.
Daethalion hopped back out of strike range. "Pathetic, is it? Why, then, have I drawn first blood? At least," he sneered as he brushed the brownish dust from under his nose, "with the blade.
"You see, Atlas, my people are highly skilled, yes, but we are small. Your people, Atlantians, enslaved our people to create their kingdom. Now, you pose to revive that kingdom. That is why I fight: to protect the lives of my people.
"But why do you fight, Atlas? You say you are a warmaster, but why did you choose that path?"

 

[WhiteLily]

*Kelli jumped up and screamed when Atlas was struck. She could almost jump in there with Atlas and help him fight the Dis. Scott could tell she was about to jump so he grabbed the back of Kelli's dress and sat her down.*
"Careful, you may get in the way."

 

[dramaking]

Ooc: No, he is left handed. I assume you will desire to edit so I will reply as if you already had.

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As Daethalion jumped out of range, Atlas calculated the options.
There were many, but he would be the first to admit he was an amateur fencer, his prefered weapons were his own great zweihander and pistols. This was how he wielded he could fight with so much more stamina than his opponent, he was used to much more activity with much more weight. On the battlefield, his foe would have already have been decapitated. However he knew he could not defeat Daethalion with the rapier. No, that was beyond the skill of Atlas.
Perhaps, Athos Vendeiris could do it? It was not his lack of speed that had allowed him to be cut by Daethalion, it was how his mind was off target. He honed in, remembered the lessons that Exeter had given him on the rapier.

The different ways were endless, he could end it with a classic parry riposte, but that would be expected, he would have to merge the harsh unpredictability of Atlas with the calm elegance of Athos.

It struck him: Epiphany

Atlas began to grow angry, he clenched his teeth at his shoulder and shouted in reply to Daethalion's quesion

"I am a Warmaster by fate, I have seen more death than one such as you can imagine! I will not allow a weakling from Dis to defeat me!"

So saying he ran forward, his blade held high to cut the elf's head from his shoulders
when Daethalion stabbed forward at his uprotected body he swerved quickly,

Instead of piercing his heart, the epee went deep into Atlas' left shoulder, at that exact second he performed the most unorthodox twist of the blade, using the momentum of Daethalion's own strike to send his blade flying out of his hand, and Atlas' shoulder.
It sailed through the air out of range of the dueling ring before it was snatched down by the hands of Roche Villefort.

Atlas' Rapier cut Daethalions shoulder and then flicked to his neck.

"Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth"

 

[WhiteLily]

*Kelli, Scott and Sierra jumped up, their screams lost in the thunderous cheer of the crowd. They couldn't believe this was almost over.*

 

[sampson x]

The crowd gasped as Roche caught the flying epee. No one was quite sure how to act, least of all Obacai. His attention was split between the Roche and the battle. He knew Atlas' signal would come soon and his time to act would be there, but the "good news" the letter Roche now held contained gave Obacai great agitation. The fate of his home city was in the balance.

Retta cared little for the battle at the moment, satisfied that Roche had not called him out for his backstabbing letter. But then, he needed that letter. The time to act had come, and if he could not hold up his side of the bargain, his life was forfeit.

 

[dramaking]

Ringmaster:
You are TWENTY-THREE and ONE HALF HOURS Past your deadline! DO IT NOW!

 

[Shadowseldil]

(((I changed mine to left shoulder, but I request that you change yours to right shoulder. Let us say that Daethalion stabbed for the right flank. It makes more sense with my character, fencing technique, and just plain physics and anatomy [it is hard to twist the shoulder (and thus the blade) at all when something is pinioning it, as you implied by the "deep into Atlas's **** shoulder," let alone twist it unorthidoxly, and give it enough strength to fling a 2lb. sword over the 10+ foot wall surrounding the stadium however many yards from the combatants.]
Sorry, I like to keep things a bit more realistic when it comes to my sport. [Yes, I am a fencer. Honor the blade.] Anyway, I'm going to catch up.)))

Daethalion smiled at Atlas's responce. Did he even realize what he had said? Fate, indeed.

He was given little time to think of it, as Atlas charged at him with a high strike. More amateur work. A simple passata-sotto would do. As Atlas came within range, Daethalion dropped to the ground and struck at Atlas's flank.
Until, Atlas seemed to tuck himself for a tackle. Before Daethalion could recover, Atlas drove his shoulder into Daethalion's blade. He then began to twist his sword back under his own body. What...?
Ah, this was the opportunity he needed! Instead of moving the blade aside, Daethalion tucked the hilt lower so that Atlas's sword would catch the guard. It skinned his own knuckles in the process, but that did not matter. As Atlas's sword cleared his hand and caught the guard, Daethalion did something he hated for many years after: he let go of his epee.
It was not honest nor honorable, but it needed to be done. Nonetheless, it chaffed him relentlessly. Then, in another show of bad form, Atlas stabbed him in the shoulder.
"Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth" Atlas said in almost a growl.
"More bad form, Atlas? You would stab an unarmed man?" Daethalion said, smiling eerily, "But, it matters not, for," here he raised his right knuckles toward Atlas, "I like the blood," he whispered.
Only a second later, he flung his hands toward the sky. "Surrender!" he shouted, "I surrender!"
The stadium erupted in cheers the moment the surrender was made.

 

[WhiteLily]

*The three friends in the stands jumped up in excitement. Kelli jumped up and down, Sierra and Scott clinging to each other. They quickly left the stands and went down to the ground level. They stood just outside the arena, waiting for Atlas, waiting to congratualte him*

 

[dramaking]

Atlas walked off the ring, he was infuriated. He wasn't a fencer, he knew that he may have defeated Daethalion, but it wasn't a fair fight Daethalion would have massacred him if he had followed form.

As soon as the battle ended he threw his rapier to Zhashban's feet.

"I won't be needing this any longer. Now where is my zweihander when I need it. I really want to break some thing

 

[WhiteLily]

*Scott told the two ladies to stay out of sight as he approached Zhashban and Atlas. He stepped up and bowed*
"Atlas, Zhashban. It's good to see you two again. We were able to rally elfish and human armies who are now quarting in Yitai near the coast.

 

[ringmaster]

ooc: hold on to ur pants dramma im almost done with it butother people in my house had to use the computer and ive been at band all day

 

[WhiteLily]

ooc: AHHH!! RINGMASTEr!!!! YOU'RE BACKKKK!!!! *hugs you lots* I MISSED YOU!!!

 

[ringmaster]

ooc: ARRRGH i typed it all out and i cant get it on to the post help me somone

 

[WhiteLily]

email it to me and I can post it. just copy and paste it onto the email page
wait, do you have my email?

 

[sampson x]

Zhashban was happy to see Atlas alive, and his joy was only increased further when he saw Scott. However, Scott's slip of the tounge threatened Atlas and Zhashban's secret identities, "Scott, be careful. We are not known by those names around here."

Now Obacai turned to Atlas and addressed him as well, "I have some disturbing news. I have reason to believe that something terrible has been done to Yitai."

 

[Shadowseldil]

(((And Daethalion is left to his loansome, hmm? Well, I want a bit of company too, sooo...)))

Daethalion returned to the room he began this battle. Merideth was there to greet him. "Thank you, Maxim," she said eagerly.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you surrendered like I asked you to do."
Daethalion smiled weakly, "I really had no other choice."
"I know, but, Oh!" she cried as she looked at his hand, "You're wounded. I'll get the medical kit."
Daethalion followed her as she walked toward the medical kit in the corner of the room and brought it back. "I also double as a medic, if needed," she said shyly, "Let me see your hand, please."
Daethalion hesitantly gave her his hand, but she bandaged it quickly without looking at it much. "Does the sight of blood bother you that much?" he asked calmly.
"Well, yes, but I know when it is I need to do something."
"You understand my role as a fighter better than you think," he said with a smile as she finished bandaging his hand. "You have been ever so kind, but if you could, please; give me a moment alone."
Merideth rose nervously, then smiled nervously, and left. Before she did, she turned and said quitely, "Don't feel to bad, Maxim. You did make it to second best."
Daethalion smiled weakly, "Thank you, Merideth."
As she left, Daethalion took the medical kit and returned it to the corner. "What do you want now, Vlasdimir?"
Vlasdimir stepped out of the shadows next to him. "I just wanted to congratulate you on your victory, Daethalion. Now that Atlas has won the tournament, fate will see to it that Atlantas is revived."
"Yes," Daethalion replied, "and our people can survive. But if Atlas revives it, then our people will be slaves once again. What is the next step?"
"We target Atlas's friends. One is an elf, and one is a dwarf. Kelli is already in Exeter's favor, so she should be the first to target."
"What about Atlas?"
Vlasdimir smiled evilly, "No worries; you used the poison, right?"