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Orin and Robinson meet and spar in the Kendoka Sasaran

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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[Kendoka Sasaran] Hitting it Off (Robinson)

Postby Orin Fenix on July 14th, 2017, 12:43 pm

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Orin bit his lip. He didn’t think that his long series of comments had actually made Robinson feel any better, and Orin was upset that he’d so misread the situation. The chef was usually better than this at reading the situation, even if it wasn't exactly a strong suit of his. After all that, though Robinson didn't look any better. In fact, the mercenary looked unhappier. Orin decided the wisest course of action was simply to shut his mouth for now, until he got to know Robinson better.

The other man also seemed hesitant to go anywhere with Orin, although it did make sense that Robinson would want to finish training. As a mercenary his training was what kept him alive. Orin wouldn't want to miss a day of training either if that was the case. In fact, Orin usually approached his training as if his life depended on it because frankly, one day it might. Orin had been in enough dangerous situations despite being a chef, generally considered to be a relatively safe profession. So he was under no illusions that his skills were really enough to make sure he survived in the world at large. That was actually why, while annoying, Orin liked training with Akalaks. It was good experience for fighting foes with significant advantages over him, and Orin assumed every opponent had something up their sleeves until the fight was over. Orin didn't really fight to win. He fought to survive, and there was a crucial difference.

Orin was about to suggest that they both train for a while longer and at the end meet at the front, but Mizrachi stepped in. “Excuse me,” he said in his loud, rumbling voice. “I have another idea.” Beckoning forward another Akalak, with a dark blue skin, Mizra continued. “Now that you've fought each other once and hopefully learned each other’s skills and styles, perhaps it's time for you to face another opponent, this time together.” The other Akalak bowed to Mizra, and then went to picked up a shield, a large wooden circle, and a wooden long sword from the weapons rack.

Orin blinked, surprised at this development. He didn’t know how he felt about two bouts in a row, especially one with a partner he’d literally just met. Still, Orin figured it was good practice for the real world, although the chance Orin would have allies in a battle seemed slim to none. Trouble always seemed to find him when he was alone. Regardless, this seemed like an opportunity to both hone his skills and get the opportunity to bond with Robinson. “I’m game if you are!”

The new Akalak swung his long sword in a circle, likely warming up his wrist. Orin took a moment to assess the new target. Sword, has reach on me. Shield, also can be used as a weapon, watch for that. Likely plays defensively based on weapon choice, but can’t assume that. Sword, more maneuverable than an axe in a lot of ways. All those thoughts flashed through Orin’s head in an instant. The sword and shield was a favorite combination of the Syliran Order, and Orin had seen more than enough of them in action back in Syliras to know how they worked.

Considering tactics, Orin glanced at Robinson. “Perhaps, if we’re going to do this, we should discuss strategy?” Orin knew what he would do. The stronger of them, with more reach, that being Robinson, would engage their opponent directly and try to keep the Akalak locked down, while the smaller and nimbler of them, Orin, would look for opportunities to strike, and try to flank, keeping the Akalak off balance if at all possible. Still, seeing as Robinson was a mercenary, he probably had more experience working with others in a fight, so Orin was more than willing to defer to the other man’s experience. Sometimes, the hardest part about leadership was knowing when to follow.
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[Kendoka Sasaran] Hitting it Off (Robinson)

Postby Robinson Gilli on July 16th, 2017, 6:21 am

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Well, that was a unique development. One tick he was talking to Orin about hanging out and continuing their training, the next they were presented with another obstacle in the form of an Akalak with a practice longsword and a round shield. This… was something he was unused to be sure. He never had to fight an Akalak wielding sword and shield, never mind one with a sword with as long a reach as a longsword.

And the master expected him and Orin to take on this tall feller.

May’s well, ain’t reach me surmountable odds limit for the season’ He sighed mentally, rotating his axe to flex his wrist. He looked to Orin and simply gave him a nod, looks like their bonding session was taking place now rather than a bar or some sort of restaurant.

Still it was going to be hard fought even with the two of them, and while he didn’t like to be the pessimist; they were dealing with a foe who was physically their natural superior. What experience he had fighting foes with swords was typically that they were more varied in movement and add a shield it meant he could block and strike them with ease. Skill wise, he didn’t know how powerful the Akalak was but at the very least he wouldn’t be unskilled.

Might jus’ be on our scale, fer whatsits worth’ He hummed in thought. He look to Orin’s word regarding plotting a strategy and while he thought it a good idea, the immediately plan was Robin would likely take the front and Orin would flank. Common sense it was, didn’t even need to think it unless one was that dumb.

Which was precisely the problem, it was the obvious method. Running a hand through his hair he felt himself sighing. No doubt Orin thought up the same plan, but did he think of the conundrum? He shrugged that off and stepped closer so that their voices could be spoken in whispers “ ‘s not gonna be easy. ‘E iz gonna expect the usual stuff” He began “ So its gonna be that an’ I take the charge while ya do yer whatsits, or we’z switch it up. Either way ‘s the same odds of us ‘aving our rears on a platter”
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[Kendoka Sasaran] Hitting it Off (Robinson)

Postby Orin Fenix on July 16th, 2017, 1:43 pm

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Robinson seemed quite startled by this turn of events, although Orin, having been around Akalaks as long as he had, wasn't as surprised. The dark-skinned giants not only liked to fight, they liked to test themselves in increasingly more dangerous situations. Orin thought that it was only natural that they'd test their non-human students in a similar way. Since Orin had mainly been training against Akalaks for a long time now, Orin took it as a given that he'd have to fight smart, as he was almost certainly at a disadvantage against every opponent. So Orin was more than ready to roll with the punches.

The chef just wasn't sure that Robinson was quite as willing to go with this particular flow. The mercenary seemed deep in thought, twirling his axe almost absentmindedly. Orin hoped that the other human was focused on the fight ahead and not on his former sparring partner, now partner in battle. Running through his interactions with Robinson, though, Orin couldn't think of anything that he personally had done to make the mercenary concerned about Orin. Of course, Orin knew that he was an acquired taste. Maybe Robinson was still upset that Orin's attempts to cheer the mercenary up had failed. Or maybe the mercenary was simply pissed at being forced into this situation with someone that he had just met. Admittedly, Orin wasn't thrilled that he was being forced to fight alongside someone whose techniques the chef barely knew, especially against was appeared to be a rather formidable opponent. Perhaps that was the source of any hesitance on Robinson's part.

The mercenary made an excellent point that their opponent would be expecting anything obvious, and Orin mentally kicked himself for not having even considered that possibility. Still, a new idea was now forming in the chef's mind. Glancing around at their section of the Sasaran, Orin was pleased to observe that it was relatively empty, free of many other individuals training. It might have even been subtly emptied out by the Grand Master. Orin imagined that Mizra wouldn't want too many distractions for this development in Robinson and Orin's training. Still, it fed the growing idea that was forming in Orin's head. It might just work.

Sending that the Grand Master wasn't going to let them collude for too long before forcing them into the fight, Orin lowered his voice. "Listen, nothing in the rules that says we have to stay in this area and engage him." That might be going against the spirit of this match but Orin had to fight dirty. "I saw that means we split up, sort of. Force him to choose a target to pursue. When that happens, the other goes in for an attack, and then disengages when he reacts." Orin shrugged. It was imperfect, and fraught with danger, and it wasn't exactly unpredictable after the first few exchanges. "I know it's not an unusual strategy but it is a strategy that is hard to do more than react against." Hopefully Robinson would agree with the chef's reasoning. This particular plan did require a great deal of trust in the other, though.
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Postby Robinson Gilli on July 20th, 2017, 5:40 am

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Robin raised a brow at the plan, it was unusual for certain at least for Riverfall but he found more familiarity in it from Sunberth. Fight and flee was a common gang tactic if he recollected what bits and pieces, and considering their enemy’s likely style… perhaps the most viable.

It boiled down to keeping him distracted and what he could do, tire him out while more agile foes try and seize whatever opportunity opens. Granted, after the first few tries the pattern would be obvious but what is obvious won’t always be easy to solve. He allowed a smirk to appear on his face.

“Still a might better than dat there other one, may’s well go for it eh?” He answered, giving his axe another twirl, keeping his wrist flexible. Watching the Akalak step closer, Robin realized they were out of time to think up of more stuff to do.

So there plan was keep apart, distract, and strike. Rinse and repeat as necessary. And since it was a now or never sort of deal, he immediately broke apart from their little meeting to create distance for which the Akalak would be forced to choose.

Robin circled as he kept the distance using the wider space now available to them, so that it be more than just a turn of the head for the Akalak but of the body as well. He was also banking on the fact that Akalak would consider him the least troublesome. While it would be expected of Orin to flank him, it was also expected of him to break away quick.

Robin trying to flank? Trying to take an attack of opportunity? Still obvious but less expected, he’d also be willingly put himself at a disadvantage. In the meanwhile the Akalak would have no choice but to still, deciding which to focus on while also trying to prevent the other from taking advantage of any openings.

It seemed to be going well so far and when Robin felt it wise enough, he lunged forward in an overhead strike. His blade met shield and keeping the strategy in mind broke off, taking a few quick steps back as he ducked his head from a sideswipe of the Akalak’s blade. Allowing for the Akalak’s back to be exposed and an opening for Orin to exploit.

It was the start of a long game, but hopefully it will all be worth it.
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[Kendoka Sasaran] Hitting it Off (Robinson)

Postby Orin Fenix on July 20th, 2017, 12:19 pm

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Robinson seemed to actually quite enjoy Orin’s suggestion. The chef was surprised to say the least. It wasn't like he was an expert strategist, or anything like that. In fact, Orin could imagine that Robinson had been in far more actual fights than the chef, and should have significantly more experience coming up with battle plans. Still, if both of them agreed it was the best course of action Orin wasn't going to question it further, even if this plan did play more to to strengths of Orin’s fighting style than it did to Robinson’s. Hopefully the mercenary could adjust to such a change on the go.

They didn't have any more time to discuss the situation anyway, as the Akalak had decided that it was time to start the fight. Robinson sprang off to one side, clearly trying to put some distance between himself, Orin, and their opponent. That sounds like a great idea. The chef backpedaled, making sure to keep his feet and balance under him and under control. Most of fighting, Orin had discovered over the years, was footwork and positioning. Orin had to be quite precise. He had to be far enough away from Robinson that if the Akalak decided to pursue one of them, it would take their opponent’s whole attention, but not so far that the two of them could come to the rescue of the other when the Akalak picked a target.

At least that had been the plan. Orin had just finished his strategic retreat and was beginning to circle, when Robinson decided to engage. Orin cursed mentally. This is not what I had in mind! Orin didn't want either of them to go in for an attack first. They were supposed to wait until the Akalak went in for a strike and respond appropriately. Orin cursed mentally, but had to go with the change in plans. Robinson’s axe thunked solidly into the shield. Sword incoming, was Orin’s immediate response. At least Orin only had to deal with one of the Akalak’s weapons.

Their opponent obviously was anticipating Orin’s approach, and was already turning his body, swinging the sword and keeping his shield in between himself and Robinson. Luckily, it seemed that the Akalak was used to fighting foes closer to his own height, as the sword was passing through the air around Orin’s head. Finally, the two of them were having a stroke of luck, so to speak, as the Akalak opponent still hadn’t adjusted his fighting style to fighting humans. That made it incredibly easy for Orin to duck below the path of the blade. Now the chef had to respond appropriately.


Still ducked, the chef spun, pivoting on his left foot, as his right arm and right leg came out in a simultaneously slash and kick. Unfortunately, Orin wasn’t quite coordinated enough to pull off such a maneuver. His low kick missed entirely. However, his dagger managed to connect, although all Orin managed to do was score a slice across the right side of the Akalak’s chest. Then, Orin was free of the Akalak’s blade, and the chef darted away from the Akalak, completing his spin around as he put some distance between them, turning his chest as necessary while he turned to to keep their opponent in his sight.

“First blood to the humans,” the grand master intoned, and Orin nearly started, forgetting the other Akalak was even there. However nice it was that they’d managed the first blow, Orin knew it would have done nothing more than annoy their opponent in an actual fight. Hopefully, though, Orin had distracted the opponent long enough for Robinson to take advantage of Orin’s assault.
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