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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Aug 3, 2014 3:45:54 GMT
Esras continued to rain blows down on the man until the poor guy eventually dropped his sword, visibly shaking, and cried out that he was yielding. Esras couldn’t help but feel bad about it, but that’s what melees were about, right? After turning away from the man he would let his gaze sweep over the remaining contestants, trying to pick out somebody that he may be able to go after. He would roll his head on his shoulders and hum thoughtfully, though after a moment he would just start moving, not going on the offensive just yet, but also keeping an eye out for good opportunities for him to get back into the fray.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 3:54:12 GMT
Before he had much opportunity to defend himself against the redheaded woman, he found himself parrying blow after blow that were being rained down upon him by the English commander. Damn; this man was attacking with a fury the likes of which Aeden wasn't sure he could keep up with. Mostly because the other man was built like a fucking brick shit house. A growl erupted from his lips as he constantly parried the blows that the Englishman was delivering, but he seemed to be wearing down faster than the other man was. Shit. The curse slipped from his lips as he found himself being worn down by the fury of the larger man's attacks. When a rather powerful blow from the Englishman crashed against his sword, he felt the blade of his older weapon weaken and give way. "Son of a bitch," he cursed out loud as the blade took a blow he wasn't sure it would recover from. With his sword damaged he was forced to yield to the larger man. For a brief moment he didn't think that Cador would cease his attacks, but eventually the man backed off and Aeden was forced to walk from the field.
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Post by Quinlan O'Hare on Aug 3, 2014 21:41:00 GMT
Quin felt bad for going two against one but this was how this game was, to battle till the end. Tadgh would have to deal with it especially being a Prince of his Kingdom. To be in a war would ensure that this battle would definitely happen to a knight or soldier. The dodge made him smile though, for a big man the Prince had some reflexes. He swung for the spear, not so much to injure the prince. If he missed he moved to trip him with a foot. If that didn't work Quinlan jumped back to defend himself from any blows from the prince or Kinny.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Aug 3, 2014 22:47:12 GMT
For her part, Ciar continued to engage with the English noble who was taller, bulkier, and had a bit more armor on than she had. She had a style that was more like dancing in its elegance with an attack and then move away to evade the larger man. She also parried some of his sword movements, keeping an eye on how he responded to her. The English noble was getting quite frustrated about not being able to eliminate the little Irish boy that kept evading him for the most part. The Englishman's pride was to be his downfall, as he slashed out angrily at Ciar and that is when she ducked and instead of moving away from the man, she moved towards him and was able to step on his foot and then jab the hilt of her sword against him while placing one of her feet behind his, which effectively tripped the much larger man. Once he was on the ground, she pointed her sword to his neck and could not keep the grin off of her face. It was, after all, her first fight with someone other than her teacher and she hadn't done too badly. The English nobleman swore, and had no choice but to yield to the Squire. Once he did, she drew her sword away from him and the man stalked angrily off the field. Then Ciar glanced towards the others and moved in their direction, making sure to stay away from Cori to keep undetected.
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Post by Ciannait MacEoin on Aug 4, 2014 2:23:28 GMT
Kinny continued her assault on the bigger man, glad to see the frustration on his face. It meant that he was more likely to snap and do something stupid. She would dance around the man and try to thwap him on the back with the shaft of her pike before dancing back again, hopefully not facing any retaliation. The whole time she was doing this she would keep an eye on the blue-eyed man, making sure that he would stay close enough so that once they were through with Tadgh (as she was rather cocky and felt that it was only a matter of time before he submitted or was disqualified) that she would be able to turn on him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 2:26:17 GMT
He did get frustrated with her dancing around. Frustrated, in fact, to the point that he tossed his spear at her without thinking about it. At least until one of the judges called him out on it. Damn.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 2:44:08 GMT
With the commander out of the way, he saw it as the perfect opportunity to go after the redheaded woman whom he'd sneered at earlier. He raised his sword in an offensive position, and went the cowardly route of attacking her from behind. When she spun around to deflect his blow rage boiled in his veins and he struck at her again, this time catching her on the arm. The whole trying not to seriously injure or kill thing was definitely not on his mind. A second parry from the little redhead had him cursing out loud. "You little fucking daughter of a whore," he roared.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 4, 2014 3:28:36 GMT
Cori seethed a little when he caught her on the arm. Her eyes snapped up at the man, as she deflected the slash. She already detested this man. He gave her the wrong feeling, as he gave the same to Lorcan and Connall. She went to deflect whatever blow he made at her again and then was caught off guard by his yelling. It didn't settle into her mind very fast. She could even feel Cinaed's eyes on the man when she heard the word whore come to her. Whore. Ok, she'd been called a whore before. But then she noticed he had said 'daughter of a whore'. Something grew in her. Something sick, and then she saw red. She stood upright from her low-position and then deflected a large blow he laid against her sword. She spat at his feet and then walked forward. As he slashed at her she deflected. When she started slamming her sword against his. He moved to take a slash at her chest this time and she thrusted forward while dodging. Impaling him with her sword and sending him to the ground. As he lay dying there she spat on the ground. "Womanizing bastard. My mother is more of a woman than you've ever had." She stood there over him. She heard the judges stagger a disqualification.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 4, 2014 3:52:54 GMT
Lorcan knew immediately that Cori was going to go apeshit. As soon as he heard the man calling her mother a whore he would close his eyes for a moment before shaking his head sharply and standing, fear resting as a ball in the pit of his stomach. Why did it have to be this bastard? Couldn’t he have been more intelligent? Knowing that something bad was about to happen he would jog towards the arena, his hand moving to rest on the pommel of his sword as he watches her rain blows down on the man’s sword. “Viking, no!” he would yell at her just as he reached the edge, though it was too late as he saw the man slashing at her chest, only to have her dodge and drive her sword through the man’s stomach. Something snapped when he saw the man’s blood, and he would immediately leap over the railing and rush towards her, grabbing onto her shoulders and shaking her roughly, uncaring that the melee was still going on, “Cori, god damn you!” he would yell at her, his face close to hers, “You could have fucking been killed!” he would practically scream at her, shaking her roughly once again before tugging her abruptly against his chest. “Why the fuck are you so stupid?” he would ask roughly, clutching her tightly to him before shoving her away from him, “You know what?! This is exactly why I don’t like this god damned CIRCUS. I asked you not to attend, and if you’d listened to me then that man wouldn’t have almost killed you!” he would yell at her before clenching his jaw tightly and moving away from her, leaving the arena and shoving past people on his way to the palace.
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Aug 4, 2014 4:08:50 GMT
Esras didn’t pay very much attention to the fuss over the red-head killing somebody, it usually happened during melees and it wasn’t much to pay attention to. Besides, most people were probably glad that the man she’d killed had been Cador. The only thing that he focused on was that it meant that she was disqualified, and he now had fewer people to target. Ignoring the excitement that was going on over the death he would let his gaze roam over the remaining contestants, picking out a small squire and making his way towards him. He didn’t give the boy much time to notice him, as he would immediately move in with his sword, making sure that if he caught the boy with it that it would be on armor.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Aug 4, 2014 5:09:42 GMT
Ciar had been doing really well up until she caught sight of Cori killing the man that said horrible things to her. Then her brother approached Cori, shook her, and then stormed off, with Cori following behind him. The scene that played out before her was emotionally disturbing because there were two people that she loved dearly and her first instinct was to go to them. She had also never seen a man killed before, and this was her first melee. This distraction was enough for her to not even notice Esras' approach until it was too late and he had already made contact with her light armor. Her grip tightened on her sword, but she fell to the ground, landing on her ass. Being as distracted as she had been, she had not had a chance to brace for impact, so she was barely able to put her free hand out as if to stop her fall, lifting her sword up defensively. Her left hand hit the ground, but it wasn't enough to stop her complete momentum. Luckily, she didn't hit her head on the ground, but she had fallen backwards enough that her helmet fell right off, and her long dark hair came tumbling down, exposing her as a woman posing to be a squire. She had looked to Esras just in time to see how he moved and held his sword, and she was momentarily enthralled, not having seen anyone fight like him. She did not realize at first that her helmet had fallen off, and it was as if time seemed frozen. After all, she still had her weapon in hand and a man was towering over her.
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Post by Ciannait MacEoin on Aug 4, 2014 5:20:52 GMT
Kinny jumped when Tadgh’s spear suddenly flew towards her, moving to the side a bit slowly and growling as she felt the bite of metal in her skin. It’d managed to tear through her light armor and graze her side; nothing really to worry about, but enough to make her rather angry. She would turn and slam her heel into the weapon, smirking at the wooden shaft broke beneath her foot. That would teach him, or so she thought. After kicking it away from her she would turn her gaze back to Quinlan, her gaze suddenly going dark as she rolls the pike over her wrist, taking a step towards him. This was the opportunity she’d been waiting for; to face this monster one on one in combat. There’d already been one death in the melee, so killing him wouldn’t really be news to anybody. They’d think it was an accident.
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Post by Quinlan O'Hare on Aug 4, 2014 5:32:19 GMT
Quinlan faced the pike-wielding woman and blinked a little as she is distracted by dodging the young prince's weapon. A flashback went into his mind. He could hear the King's voice creep up his back. Just keep the MacEoin girl alive. He would be lying if he didn't think this would happen. To meet one of the victims' family members wanting their assassin to die. He saw her eyes shadow over at him and he knew it. He knew there would be two deaths in this. So he did what he needed to do. He dropped his weapon and said. "Girl, I may have been a monster then, and sure.. I could still be a monster to you now. I will never take that away from you. But you must think about the Queens you'd be leaving unprotected.." He frowned heavily. "I also have left that life.. You will have to kill me without a weapon in my hands." He actually extended his hands as the judges disqualified him.
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Aug 4, 2014 5:48:53 GMT
Esras gawked, as when he hit the squire the poor lad fell, though he would find out quickly that who he thought was a boy was actually a girl. He would blink rapidly as the helm fell off of the squire, his brows furrowing as long dark hair fell out, and the absence of the helm actually revealed feminine features on the squire’s face. “Oh…” he would say, blinking again as he looks at his weapon. He would glance back at her and tip his head a bit to the side as he lets his sword hover at his side, “I can uhm…yield first?” he would ask her, trying to be chivalrous. He’d never met a woman in a melee before, and it was obviously her first go at a tourney, so it wouldn’t really be right for him to win over her.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Aug 4, 2014 6:15:50 GMT
Ciar was staring up at Esras when his expression changed, and then he offered to yield to her. Which was adorably sweet, but why would he offer? She was at a complete loss for words. Then the judges called out her fake name, and that she was disqualified for posing as a squire, and it hit her, her eyes widening.. Her helmet had fallen off. All this time she had been worried that Cori would recognize her weapon, she had not thought that the loss of her helmet would be what exposed her. A pain appeared in her eyes, as now there was no way to hide this from her brothers, not when everyone was there to see. At least most people didn't know who she was, so she couldn't cause too much trouble, right? With all sorts of thoughts and emotions swirling, she opens her mouth to say -something- to Esras, and what comes out is this, "Will you teach me to fight like you?" She started to stand up, a bit of hope blooming in her dark eyes as she stared at up at Esras. Hopefully he hadn't been at the Masquerade the other night, or at least, hadn't seen her two brothers beat the crap out of a man for trying to dance near her. If he had, he might not agree to training her. That is, if her brothers didn't lock HER up in a tower or something for playing in the Knight Games in the first place.
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