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[Orkis Strongwind]

Orkis showed no emotion as Syren accepted his challenge and took a tentative step towards him. The warrior was focused his mind running trough scenarios in his head coming up with the best plan of attack for him. Syren moved one leg back, slightly bent, it was a defensive stance something Orkis had expected him to do.

The long sword was not Orkis' most proficient weapon but his whole life had been devoted to fighting drills and conditioning himself, he felt confident that this would give him the edge in the fight. Shrugging his shoulders and holding his blade just in front of him he slowly walked towards his prey but stopped when he was 5 foot away and spoke "This will not be a battle to the death, it will be a battle for first blood but that blood will not be from a mortal or maiming wound, is this clear"

He would wait for Syren to speak and then close in on his right side, starting with a blow towards the shoulders, moving to a thrust and then parry and take a step back. He would not attack full strength and speed at first, he wanted to see ho the boy would react.

[Colt]

The hunter let out a sigh. He had never seen a human fight for dominance, and, truthfully, it wasn’t very exciting. They circled and talked, waving their weapons at nothing in particular but did little else. All that dancing was supposed to result in this? It did not seem like a worthwhile trade.

The Drykas removed his shirt—odd, as the hunter didn’t find it that hot today—and started dancing. The hunter’s attention was recaptured. His dance was much more fluid and practiced than the Syren’s, displaying more discipline and effort in its mastery. Now things would get interesting, surely?

He blinked in disbelief as nothing of the sort happened. When the dance was done the two went back to their talking and circling. The disgruntled wild man stretched out from where he sat and began to lounge where he had once crouched, finding the entire ordeal incredibly boring. He had found humans to be one of the most arrogant creatures he knew of, and yet these “forms” of which they were so proud seemed almost unreal in their lack of uses.

Then they quieted. The hunter bit back a second sigh and watched, wondering if this would be any more interesting than their previous talking and pacing.

The Drykas struck first, leading with a strike to the shoulders, a twisted stab and a parry before darting backwards to give himself space. Almost immediately the silent observer was leaning forward, completely focused on the battle. This was what he had been watching for.

[Syren]

Syren heard the man speak and felt a wave of relief. Yes, no dying please. He thought to himself. The match would not be as brutal as he had expected, but Syren had to watch himself. They were still fighting with deadly sharp weapons meant for great harm. Syren respected the man a little more, watching his seriousness as battle was about to commence. Syren looked at the man intently, ready and alert. “Crystal” He replied, nodding once and preparing himself one last time for battle. It was very soon after that the Drykas’s feet left the ground and his longsword was coming for Syren in the form of a diagonal blow towards the shoulders. Syren reacted, sword moving to parry the strike, eyes flashing, as he scanned him for the next attack. And it came in the form of a forward thrust. Syren responded by stepping backwards and swatting away the thrust with the flat of the blade. Due to the sheer amount of forms the Drykas was practiced in, these attacks seemed like they weren’t anything near his full ability. Syren used that opportunity to attack much faster than the Drykas had, hoping to catch him off guard. He stepped forward and to the right, bringing the curved blade into a slash from the right shoulder. He then brought the blade back around, body pivoting fluidly, as he tried an overhead slash, then moving to thrust, all three strikes fluid and together. Of course, he made sure he had controle over the weapon, in the slight chance that he really did get caught off guard. But Syren doubted it. He would stay close but drop into a stance more offensive than attacking, ready and focused. He wanted to win so badly. He wanted to be recognised, accepted, more than anything.

[Orkis Strongwind]

Orkis stepped his right foot swiftly forwards, his sword arms arching diagonally towards Syrens shoulders. His blade whistled through the air, the sound of the blade cutting through the wind made it added to the tense atmosphere as Syren parried the blow, the swords crashing together in a symphony of tortured metal.
Orkis twisted, his right leg crossing over towards his left crouching as he did a 360 and thrust his weapon towards Syren's gut.

The boy parried well, the flat of his blade pushing his own away and Orkis only just had time to push up so he was his full height again before Syren retaliated with blows of his own. The first aimed at Orkis' shoulder was batted away as he brough his longsword up to meet it, but was immediatly put to use again as a quick foot movement from Syren saw a blow comeing from the left. Orkis steped his left foot back, his weight moving to the heel for more stability, as brought the blade up blocking the overhead slash with the flat of his blade. His right foot went back this time as the curved blade came speeding towards his chest. With a downward flick of his wrist Orkist sent Syrens blade harmlessly of course, then took two big steps back creating some space between the two men.

'The boys speed is impressive and the fact that he is willing to go on the offensive is very pleasing' Orkis thought as he moved sideways, the men starting to circle each other. Orkis had expected Syren to be quick and was pleased not to be disappointed. He observed how Syren was standing, now in a more offensive stance than before, but still a little reserved and planed his next attack. Orkis did not want this to be short, he wanted to test Syren's abilities to the full, and so kept his next attacks slower and weaker than usual.

Orkis moved in quickly, launching of his back foot landing a couple of feet from Syren his blade moving swiftly towards his gut in an evil thrust. He planned then to swing upwards across his body from left to right, then advance with two quick blows to the shoulders hoping to force Syren back and make him prove his footwork was good.

[Syren]

OOC NOTEI am so sorry for my absence. I'll catch up on everything now, and I will be more active again from now on. Sorry again :s All of the boy's attacks were met with deflection. The Benshira had barely finished them when the longsword was coming for him again. The man had launched himself forward off his back foot and the long sword was thrust towards him. He stepped backwards and deflected the thrust. The strikes kept coming and he was forced to go further backwards, steeling his defences and butting offence on hold for now. The thrust had been followed with an upwards slash that Syren battered away. He kept stepping backwards and blocked all of the young man's strikes well. At the last strike, Syren dug his feet into the ground so he wouldn't go any father backwards. His back foot was extended behind him for stability, and the two men were at relatively close range so blocking would be awkward for his opponent. Syren took advantage of this to strike back, his first strike aiming downwards at the man's shoulder, the next back up again. he ended this with a pivot of the ball of his left foor as he spun to the man's left side, blade curving towards his torso with impressive speed. Syren may not be as bulky as his friend here, but he was light, and quick on his feet. He had the irking feeling that this man was holding back. After finishing this close combat combo he skipped back again so that the man would not be able to counter up close like that. He was enjoying this, and the air was filled with a competitive edge. He wanted to win, and he wouldn't go down easily.

[Orkis Strongwind]

Orkis' face was one of grim composure has he orchestrated his attacks with precision, each of which were met with blocks from his younger opponent, the echo's of their blades meeting adding to the tension that was building with each passing moment.

Suddenly Syren dug his heels in and now Orkis was on the defensive. The counter attack came quicker than he expected and he just had enough time to push away the attack aimed at his shoulder, move his right foot backwards, and parry his opponents blade as it arched up again towards his middle. The boys speed was impressive but Orkis was ready as the young man spun to his left, his blade speeding towards his torso. He pushed the blade away just as it was about to bite into him and stepped back as his opponent did the same.

The two fighters faced each other, trying to predict what the other was going to do next. Just then, as if nature could not stand the tension building, the heavens opened. A huge lighting bolt light the sky illuminating the scene and heavy rain started to lash down upon them.

Orkis was unconcerned by the change of weather, he knew the storm was coming and the rain was actually pleasing against his skin. He had decided that Syren was indeed a worthy opponent and now it was time to finish things he would attack with full force and speed.

Orkis stalked forwards his blade held just in-front of him, eyes locked upon Syrens. Suddenly he advanced, hi speed much faster than before and aimed a brutal strike at Syrens shoulder, using enough power to try and jar Syrens arm if he blocked, then he planned to release to quick thrusts towards the body.

If this did not draw blood he would then step back and faint an attack upwards, which he would change to a sideways strike across the belly mid strike which Orkis felt sure would leave Syren with a small cut and therefore end this duel, of which he was thoroughly enjoying.