Fantasy The True Strength of The Warrior

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac slowly crawled backward trying to move away from the battlefield moving to Artorias he asked "A little help?"

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias slowly walked over to Issac, offering his hand to help pull him up. "This is crazy." He said, shaking his head.

 

[Xillia]

She glared at Mikhail, "I do not like people... attacking my friends..." Her expression never changed, she had a hardened face as her brows formed a tight knit, she raised her sword.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

"You're telling me." he said taking his extended hand and standing up holding the spot where the arrow was lodged but never saying a word about it.

 

[Rook]

"Then why do you attack me? I chased down Artorias for treason. i have only followed my lord's orders, who you tried to kill. IF you should be attacking anyone, wench, its the hunter" he growled, pointing to the man who had passed out just in the treeline, slowly forming a pool of blood around him. "He is the one that attacked the treasonous knight."

 

[Xillia]

"I'd honestly prefer no bloodshed here... but you're in my way." She kept her sword up, her wings staying tight to her body as to stay out of the way.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

(Gotta go goodbye.)

 

[Xillia]

"And that Knight... had committed no treason to me, rather, he was a friend who stood by my heart, emotionally, perhaps it wasn't physical, but his heart was there. It gave me strength to return!" She got into a fighting stance, "And this is between you and I."

 

[Rook]

(sorry, i fell asleep)


Mikhail's face was grim. He could tell that the chances of him losing were higher than of him winning. But he took his stance, regardless of the chances. He had to protect his land, his lord, and his honor. "Then come at me, White Strider. We will see if the bear can defeat the angel."

 

[Xillia]

(Replies might be on and off these next few weeks... Laptop broke xD relying on other tech to see me through )


Christina charged him with graceful speed, swinging her blade over her head at Mikhail's shoulder. Her wings pushed her forward with much speed as to see her task done.

 

[Rook]

Mikhail threw his shield up, deflecting the blow with no time to spare. She was much faster than she was prior to her... transformation. He grunted and pushed the blade away, using the momentum to swing his sword forward.

 

[Xillia]

She responded with her boot, steel and powerful as she parried the attack by kicking the blade away. The armor was durable, strong, yet still resonated her character, bold and flashing.

 

[Rook]

Mikhail grunted, just barely keeping his sword in his grasp. A smile crept onto his face- this was the first challenger in a long while to actually make him feel fear. He shouted, stabbing at her this time, looking for any weak point in her armor.

 

[Xillia]

Her blade was ready as she spun his blade around hers and she slashed, attempting to disarm him and end this without spilling a single drop of blood.

 

[Rook]

He gritted his teeth, letting go of his sword as she attacking and grabbing her wrist, throwing her down to the ground with a thud. "Fool. Why do you hold back?" he asked, looking down at her face as he picked hi sword back up.

 

[Xillia]

She fell to the ground softly and smiled up as she stood easily, "Because I have no intentions of killing you... for to do that would be the equivalent of massacring a child. You are of no challenge to me anymore."

 

[Rook]

Mikhail growled, swinging at her once again. "Do not dishonor me in such a cruel way!" He shouted. "I would prefer to die in battle, with my honor intact, than live under the knowledge that i was spared!

 

[Xillia]

She blocked the blow with her blade, holding the clash for a moment as she looked at him, "There is a fine line between honor and decency, I seemed to have abandoned both, but I will do my best to redeem..." She let her eyes glance towards Artorias as she smiled, "And I will not lose!"

 

[Rook]

He growled at her, looking for any weak point, any undefended areas, anything he could use. Every warrior had a weak point. Mikhail swung his shield forward, aiming for her stomach.

 

[Xillia]

She stepped out of the way of the strike, leaving her empty arm, the non-sword arm, exposed.

 

[Rook]

It seemed too obvious to attack her arm, but he didnt have any other options. He charged, slicing downwards with his sword, praying to Myran above that this would hit.

 

[Xillia]

The blade scratched along the gauntlet to which Christina responded as he wasted his time on her arm, to proceed with a slash to his sword arm.

 

[Rook]

He held back a shout as her sword cut through his armor, slicing open his arm. Mikhail lunged backwards, panting. Her armor was far harder than a simple slash could break through- he would have to go for force. He dropped his sword next to him, charging forward once again with his fists and his shield. He had crushed an armored opponent with a punch before- why not again?

 

[Xillia]

She knew he was planning something as she readied herself for the blow, her sword at the ready as her eyes pierced into her target, she whispered softly, "Artorias..."

 

[Rook]

He hadnt used his full strength in such a long time. It felt good to let loose against an opponent. He brought his fist around, aimed straight at her gut, full force.