[The Eastern Docks]Falyndar, a new start or the end?(Siiri)

[Revy Hiroe]

Revy looked the myrian kicking the rotten plank, breaking it off completely, with fear. She pulled her foot out of the hole immediately after and crawled backwards, away from the broken planks. Her heartbeat had heightened enormously. Her fear of water was now apparent with her. "Petch, petch, petching hell. I'm not fighting on this rotten piece of shyke. Not for a million mizas., she thought as she stood up. Her whole body was still shaking from the fear of landing in the water, as the mercenary readied herself again. The tip of her longsword pointing down at the ground, her shield only half turned to the myrian woman and not completely lifted. Her face still hadn't regained the usual emotionless state. "I don't care... how you fight. As long as it's enjoyable.", she uttered. Revy wasn't sure of what to do right now, she didn't want to fall through the planks again, but she couldn't turn around to run. That was out of the question for her. So the only obvious choice was to slowly back up. But that would also show her fear, something she had wanting to avoid at all costs. "I'll have to wait out her attacks and use them to slowly back up. That way I shouldn't have to worry too much about my image. But I'm not going to initiate anymore until I get some solid ground under my feet anymore.", she thought, unaware of how frantic she reacted as her foot sank through the planks.

[Siiri]

"You should be dead, you realize," Siiri pointed out, still not moving from her leaning position, one elbow resting casually on her weapon's quillon. "By my blade, had I chosen to. Or being torn by the crocs below. Again, had I chosen to.

"Crawl then, to the earth you're yearning for."

The warrioress waited until Revy moved off to dry land, the human keeping her eyes upon her as she backed off despite the presence of Garou behind her, his bare dagger still in hand. Had this been a real fight, the grizzled veteran would have stabbed Revy on her exposed side and that would have been the end of it. It was only by Siiri's orders that he refrained from delivering the killing blow now. The Myrian wondered if the human was even fully aware of the danger she had willingly placed herself in, or if the tomfoolery was all just an act to lull her opponent into a false sense of superiority. Despite such thoughts, Siiri honestly did not know whether to be amused by the woman's antics or be exasperated.

As soon as Revy's feet left the wooden dock, Siiri grabbed for Slayer again and charged, though she minded her footing as she did so, stepping only on the part of the structure that was still sturdy. Whether the human was ready for her or not, she was coming in to give her the fight she had asked for. It took mere seconds to close the distance between them and and she was barely in range she began to swing the massive blade to smash against the side of the human's shield. There wasn't as much force behind the blow as Siiri wanted however, as she was still moving as she delivered it, but that was not the point of the attack. It was all a ruse for the human to set her shield for the block, and if she did, Siiri would pull Slayer close to her and deliver a sliding side kick just below the circle of spikes in the middle of the shield, a blow designed to damage the integrity of its wooden body as well as throw the human backwards.

Revy may have come to Falyndar expecting to test her skills in the art of swordplay, but Siiri intended to use every weapon in her arsenal in their fight.

That included her whole body.

[Revy Hiroe]

The mercenary looked at the myrian woman with anger. She tried to ridicule her. That meant that it was time to pull all of the stops. No way she was gonna let that one slide. She had ignored the other myrian completely as her eyes kept locked onto the woman in front of her. "I won't have much use of my shield here and I don't want it to get damaged right now. Better drop it.", she thought. Revy opened her shieldhand, allowing the shield to fall free to the ground as the myrian came rushing. She had only a split second to think of her action, which would be to answer that rush with one of her own. The shield fell to the ground, hitting it with a fwomp as it sank a little into the ground. It was more used as intimidation in the past, so against a veteran it wasn't as much of use as it was against other more inexperienced fighters. The woman held her longsword with both hands and horizontal as she rushed back at the woman, only taking one step before they'd clash. She swung her longsword into the path of the larger one of the myrian, hammering it against it with the sharp sound of clashing metal. A shock reverberated throughout the mercenary's body as the swords collided. "Even injured she still has alot of strength. Darn, this could prove to be a tough battle." The effort to stay standing clearly showed on the mercenary's face, but she grinned widely from the joy of having a good fight.

[Siiri]

The impact of their blades colliding had the skin on Siiri's arms crawling from the resulting vibrations, and her eyes widened for a split second from the unexpected move. She had not expected the human to break away from her turtle defense so quickly. But like all warriors trained from birth, Siiri quickly adapted to the situation. Not wanting to aggravate her healing arm, the Myrian was forced to release the hilt with her right hand for a moment to allow the vibrations to subside. The brief absence of its support had the length of Revy's blocked blade slipping forward and its edge nicked her on the left bicep. It was a superficial wound, one only skin deep, but it sent blood dripping freely down the length of her arm.

Rather than flinch from the wound, it only elicited a snarl from Siiri. Her right hand came back to secure its grip on Slayer, and, in an explosive movement, she shoved their locked blades up to create space between their torsos. At the same time, one of her legs came lashing out, the ball of her foot aimed at Revy's gut like a straight punch to the bread basket. She did not think it would harm the human much, not with the thick armor she was wearing, but it was meant to break off their clinch as well as widen the gap between them more than anything so that Siiri could utilize the superior range of her greatsword.

[Revy Hiroe]

Revy wasn't able to do much against the explosive power of the myrian. Neither had she seen the kick coming. This resulted in her stumbling back as she almost lost her balance. The kick itself hadn't caused any damage, but that didn't mean that Revy didn't notice the force behind it. "Darn, gotta fight dirty like her apparently. Well... let's see how she handles a flying shield then. The mercenary regained her balance as she reached her shield. "Handles this!", she shouted as she grabbed it by one of the teeth and by straining all of the muscles in her left arm, she threw it in the direction of the myrian. The shield was spinning and flying horizontal, at about hips height. Revy didn't wait and ran straight after it, swinging her sword diagonal from the upper right to the lower left, aimed to slice open the chest of the myrian.

[Siiri]

With its shape and weight, the tower shield was not really meant for flight, but with the short distance between them, that almost did not matter. It spun towards Siiri, its numerous tooth-like protrusions glistening under the midday sun. She thought it an act of desperation on the part of the human, but it was a good move nonetheless. The makeshift projectile was large and served as a visual block for Revy to hide behind for her next attack. Siiri knew it was coming, she just had to figure out from which angle it would come from, and she only had a split second to do so.

Not having the time to overthink the situation, Siiri relied on her instincts instead. Bracing the flat of her blade against her right arm once more just as she adjusted the grip of her left hand on the hilt, the Myrian did a short, jabbing motion with Slayer, using its length to deflect the shield to the ground and away from her. At the same time, she slid to the right to diffuse the force of the impact as well as to avoid any of the shield's protrusions as it careened away.

Revy's attack was revealed as soon as the tower shield clattered to the ground, and it was a fortunate thing that Slayer was properly positioned to block the descent of the human's longsword. It was still a powerful blow, with much of the human's weight behind it, and it would have ripped Siiri's chest open had her own weapon not met it. The Myrian did wince now as the force of it traveled down her injured arm, and it was pride alone that stopped her from taking a step back to ease the pressure.

It seemed that the human was determined not to give Siiri the space she needed to fully utilize her massive blade. That was fine with her too. With the shield out of the way, it only allowed her to bring her other weapons to bear. Grunting with effort, Siiri pressed Slayer against Revy's sword, intending to keep their blades tangled together. And once again she used her legs to attack, throwing another kick at Revy, this time aimed at the human's left knee in an attempt to shatter her kneecap.

[Revy Hiroe]

The mercenary had already started sliding her left leg back, using the right to keep the pressure on. Because of this, the kick of the myrian failed to connect at where it was aimed. Nonetheless it did make contact with the body, but because of the angle Revy's leg was at, the damage was almost non-existant. "Using your whole body? Well, that just makes things even more interesting.", she thought as she felt Siiri's foot brush along her leg. The plan of the mercenary was to use the strength of the myrian against herself, by using her blade as a leverage to increase the speed and strength of the attack. Spinning around on her right foot, she applied more and more pressure until the tip of her longsword got loose, letting the weapon swing around the shoulders of the mercenary horizontally as it head straight for the shoulder of the myrian. The moment the myrian would block the swordstrike, Revy would let her left hand loose, tightening it into a fist and strike out for the stomache of the myrian. "You're not the only one able to use your body., she thought. But being unexperienced in unarmed combat, the strike wasn't aimed well enough and would strike a bit too high, straight at the woman's ribs.

oocRevy wears just normal gauntlets, no additions to it or anything. If her strike is not clear, just pm or poke me on chat.

[Siiri]

The human was good to try and use leverage to get a strike in, but she would soon see that Siiri was more than a match for her when it came to brute strength. The Myrian applied an equal amount of pressure on their blades, but Revy was still successful in sliding the tip of her longsword free. Siiri had seen it done enough times to know what the mercenary was hoping to accomplish. Siiri wouldn't give her that satisfaction and she ducked under the move.

So predictable.

The gauntleted fist that cracked the side of her face as she lowered her head was less so. She had meant to shoot in and tackle Revy as the sword swung above her, but Siiri did not expect the human to try and throw strikes at her the same way she had been doing with her kicks. She staggered backwards, one hand massaging her jaw.

A point against me then, I was underestimating her, she admitted surly. Enough then!

The amused expression she sported earlier was now completely wiped out from Siiri face, replaced instead by a look of grim concentration. Her brows were knotted and the jagged scar that ran down the left side of her face was flaring an angry shade of red. Gripping the hilt of her greatsword in both hands, Siiri unleashed a series of short, quick jabs at the human, throwing them at varying angles and heights, and keeping them random and unpredictable, making sure not to jab at the same place and elevation twice. It was meant to confound the human and open up her defenses. With the shorter reach of her sword, Revy should be hard-pressed to parry each and every one of the many stabs, and once she overextended to protect herself from them - whether setting her longsword too high or too low for a block - Siiri would have a surprise waiting for her.

OOC Notes :

Up to you if you want to be able to block every strike, but if you leave yourself open as stated, Siiri will try to pull off a flashy move (in my next post depending on what you do). Otherwise, she'll keep testing Revy's defenses until it breaks or until Revy tires out.

[Revy Hiroe]

The mercenary smirked as the myrian woman stumbled back from the blow she had delivered to the face. She hadn't expected her to dive under her blow, but her fist had made it certain that the myrian didn't counter it so easily. "Let's continue at this pace. Doesn't matter that her face turned serious now, if I keep the pressure on, I can win this.", she thought overconfident. Keeping her longsword in front of her, slightly tilted, the mercenary started to walk towards the myrian woman. It was a big mistake, she then noticed as the blows started raining down on her. She did her best, parrying them all, but she couldn't prevent getting cut. They were all shallow and were at best annoying, but it did drive the mercenary backwards. Revy was tiring out from having to parry so fast to each and every blow, which resulted in her blocking one a little too strongly. She realised her fatal mistake as she made it, but couldn't prevent herself from opening up her defence at all. This was going to be a big problem for her. It was going to hurt and probably alot. She mentally prepared herself already to be wounded, or even killed already.

[Siiri]

The rapid jabs nicked and cut the human even if she was able to block them, the quickness and accuracy of Siiri's strikes causing a small amount of blood to rain across her armor and features. They were mere annoyances, like ant bites, but the sheer volume and the speed of their delivery left the mercenary backpedaling and on the defensive - just as Siiri intended! More importantly, the rapid pace that Siiri maintained, as well as the randomness of where she struck, left Revy with nothing to do but react, react react. She needed to, if she did not want to find a foot of cold steel embedded into her flesh.

Siiri was gaining confidence as she kept up the pressure, while conversely, Revy appeared to be getting tired. The Myrian bided her time, waiting for that one chance where - and there it was! The human put too much weight on her lead foot as she blocked a low jab, leaning too much and keeping her sword too low to pull it back in time.

Without hesitation, Siiri twirled her blade to lock their blades together, the parrying hook of Slayer biting against the edge of Revy's longsword, and, keeping their blades down low, stomped on the flat side of her opponent's weapon. She did not keep her foot on it for long, only enough to jar its hilt from Revy's hand if she was caught by surprise. Certainly, the human could still pull it back if she managed to keep her hold on it. But Siiri did not give her even that much time to recover, for as her boot landed on Revy's blade, she used the locked blades as a springboard to launch herself into the air.

Up went Siiri, snapping her trailing leg up and bending it at the knee right before she reached the apex of her leap, her flying knee thrown to smash against Revy's face that was suddenly too close and too low to miss.