Shatter Shard
The Foolish Hypocrite of Irony
Dayle Keller
"Red Star's Bastard Dog"
"Red Star's Bastard Dog"
Strength
Precision
Intelligence
Vitality
Speed
Precision
Intelligence
Vitality
Speed
[ B ]
[ F ]
[ E ]
[ B ]
[ D ]
[ F ]
[ E ]
[ B ]
[ D ]
D
Active Titles:
Human | Thug | Unruffled
Human | Thug | Unruffled
-Ryke-
Underbelly of Ryken, Colosseum
Underbelly of Ryken, Colosseum
Code by: Shatter Shard
Dayle's body stepped back, and he paused for a moment. "Gods damn it." He cursed as he once again readied up. He cracked his neck, feeling the point of stabs on his neck and liver. His aura flared again as he stared at Zeke (Can't Touch This). "So you've learned some tricks, huh." He commented, seemingly undeterred by the provocation. "Can't say I hate it. Direct and simple, just how I like it." He grumbled. Just like me. He thought. His eyes flickered a faint light as he scanned Zeke. The small exchanges he had confirmed that Zeke was still inexperienced. His spearmanship was unpolished, relying on the strength and speed he had presumably gained from the cult. Although those last two jabs at his vital areas were meant as a show of power, Dayle saw it as a flaw. He could've ended it right there and then, but he didn't. It was only but a moment when he gathered his thoughts together. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Roy, on the other hand, felt the last blow. He staggered back clutching his chest from the impact. "Tell me, Zeke, -cough- why are you so adamant?" He wheezed as he renewed his grip on his claymore. "Both you and I know, the only reason why you would turn your back on sir Dayle, -wheeze-, is because your 'rulers' were dissatisfied that they were rejected by someone they think was inferior." His polite tone began to come back as he spoke through difficult breaths. "Your own free will was discarded the moment you took their hand." He stood tall as he faced Zeke. "You know it too, don't you? You're only like this because your 'rulers' could not accept the fact that they cannot gain loyalty without under handed methods." He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again with a fiercer gaze. "Because of that, I too reject your existence as Zeke. The Zeke I know followed their heart, not the voice of the damned." He raised his claymore and pointed at Zeke. "You pity me for following a fool. I pity you for doing the same." Roy would step back calmly without breaking his sight on Zeke. His own eyes burned with intense fervor as he stared back at Zeke's glazed red eyes. "For all your bark, Zeke, you're just the same as I am." He grinned. "The only difference, is that the fools you now serve are glorified corpses." His smile deepened, painted with melancholy of pity for his fallen comrade. "And the fool I serve is a brother."
Roy stood by Dayle's side, his claymore ready to defend when the time comes (Basic Swordsmanship). Unlike Dayle's rough stance, his poise was elegant and proper. He already knew he was trusted to look after Dayle's flanks, and so he stood watch at the ready. "I reject your offer, thrall." He finally answered. "Your masters reek of deceit." He reasoned. "And we fucking hate lies." Dayle added. Dayle had already recovered, and although he looked like was going for the same attack, his true intention was to catch Zeke's spear this time. However, Dayle knew that Zeke would catch on to his plan, so he improvised a little bit; Dayle unwrapped the whole of both of his chains as his hands held their glory. With a flourish, a web of steel came coming down unto Zeke (Catch 'em Lackin). Such a reckless attack was something Dayle would do, but his eyes were focused. Zeke was fast and powerful, and Dayle's exhausted state allowed Zeke to overcome him in strength. However, despite that, Zeke wasn't as much as a fighter as Dayle. There was a reason why Dayle was chosen, and it wasn't because he's as pathetic as Zeke claims. In spite of everything he had said against Dayle, Zeke was only winning because of the boost the necrotic powers had given him. Compared to Dayle's combat experience, the cur was lacking. This time, Dayle had slowed down. His gaze towards Zeke was not like the fervor he had before, but the stillness built from years of fighting. It was his turn to pry open Zeke's weaknesses.
The remaining Red Stars were beginning to become incredibly exhausted. Although their numbers are stable, it wasn't long before they'd all go down in one fell swoop. Despite this, they continued to brandish their swords and swung at the enemies relentlessly even if their movements have become sluggish and weak (Basic Swordsmanship). Until the very end, they would hack and slash even if the exhaustion would kill them first before the enemies.
Invoked Abilities:
Dayle:
{F} [CD | 0 Post] Can't Touch This: Fighting Style [Dreadnaught] F, Nope [Deflect] F, Fighting Style [Bonebreaker] F, Hellhound [Aura] F| Dayle uses his aura to clad his body in palpable heat. This aura physically manifests as a protective film around his body, allowing him to deflect non-magical attacks.
{E} [CD | 1 Post] Catch 'em Lackin: Fighting Style [Bonebreaker] E, Chainz [Flexible] F| Dayle flourishes his chains, making it unclear when or where the next attack would come next, before striking wildly. If an opponent is caught off-guard, Dayle can potentially disarm or trip them.
Roy and The Red Stars:
{F} [CD | 0 Post] Basic Swordsmanship: Fighting Style [Windrider] F, Swiftness [Accurate] F| Their skill in swordsmanship allows them to hit foes faster than themselves, and thus have an advantage over similarly skilled opponents.