Fantasy The True Strength of The Warrior

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias growled, turning towards the newcomer, backing towards a tree, planning on fighting somewhere where nothing could really sneak up from behind. "Much like a wolf pack, gang up and take down your prey," he chuckles, twitching slightly, "too bad you have no clue whom you're messing with."

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac had been standing there but just then broke into a full sprint and tackled the knight hoping to at least throw him off balance he had to focus the attention on him so the girl could get her balance.

 

[Rook]

Adrian flinched as she hit the floor. He pulled out his dagger, staring down at the knight. The newcomer had tackled him, but he knew it wouldnt last. "This is why I dont get involved with people" he muttered to himself, dropping to the floor and sprinting through the trees toward Anna. He was still hidden, but it wouldnt do any good if she died. THen the knight would jsut come after him.

 

[Rook]

Adrian flinched as she hit the floor. He pulled out his dagger, staring down at the knight. The newcomer had tackled him, but he knew it wouldnt last. "This is why I dont get involved with people" he muttered to himself, dropping to the floor and sprinting through the trees toward Anna. He was still hidden, but it wouldnt do any good if she died. Then the knight would just come after him.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias stumbled backwards from the tackle, hitting the tree again, growling as he slammed the hilt of his greatsword into Isaac's back and shaking him off. "Disgraceful."

 

[Xillia]

She used this temporary distraction to break in a sprint to her blade, rolling over it as she picked it up and readied it, crimson blood now pouring down her chin from her lip, panting slightly.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac who hadn't backed off drew his daggers and prepared for battle.

 

[Xillia]

"Halt! All of you now!" Her voice was strong despite her weakened figure.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac looked at the girl and began to put his daggers away but still griped each hilt just incase.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias stopped, glaring at Anna, greatsword at the ready, eager to lunge forward if this turned out to be another distraction for whoever had the crossbow to pick him off. "What?"

 

[Xillia]

She took in a few deep breaths of air before speaking, "This isn't their fight..." She readied her sword, "This is just between you and me, you're after me, and I know... among all people, Knight's like you prefer a one on one fight... right?" She steeled herself, and stood up straight, her hand coming up to her hood as she removed it, "I... am Christina Verashoth, The White Strider!" She glared at him, and the person responsible for the attempted assassination of your Lord."

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias chuckled, glaring down at Christina, "No wonder you failed your attempt, if your ability to sneak is half as good as what I've seen of your skill, I'm surprised you managed to run from the other knights so long." Artorias glared at Issac, unsure where the other guy is. "As for a one on one fight, I doubt those, disgraceful things that interrupted before won't do it again."

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac had heard of the white strider but had believed her to be dead. "I respect your decision Christian and technically that's an order and you rank higher than me so I will not interfere unless your in grave danger." Isaac said he still wouldn't let anybody die why he was there but what she was doing was noble so he backed up behind her and stood there quietly.

 

[Xillia]

She nodded, "Good. But unless my corpse lay dead upon this white-earth, you are to not interfere." Looking back at Artorias, "Come now, let's have ourselves a honorable fight." She spoke as she backed up until at the water from the lake would have been able to nip at one of her toes. "We will fight here beside the lake."

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

"Very well" Isaac said through gritted teeth

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias slowly walked towards the lake, keeping his back to the trees in case anything funny happened, standing 10 feet away from her, greatsword at the ready, taking a small bow, since he doubted this fight would end until either one of them were dead or too injured to fight on.

 

[Xillia]

"I never quite caught your name sir Knight, would you permit me knowledge of it?"

 

[Rook]

Adrian stepped out of the treeline, dumbfounded. He understood why she hid her name, but... he didnt want to be on bad terms with either kingdom. Survival first, friends later. He may have to kill whoever won the battle to make sure he didnt get a bounty on his head.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias balanced his greatsword on his shoulder, "Artorias, the knight of wolves."

 

[Xillia]

She bowed her head, "I am honored." She then looked up quickly, her long blonde hair flowing gently in the evening mist, the now starry night sky hung over them, her armor was illuminating as the only light being perceived was that of the moon's on the reflection of the lake. She brought both hands to her blade and readied herself one last time as she planted her rear foot firmly.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

Isaac tensed the battle was about to begin

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias held his greatsword out, concentrating. Soon, he lunged forward, sword straight out in front of him, starting the battle then and there.

 

[Xillia]

She moved forward as well, countering his dash with a dash as they clashed swords, sparks filling up the night sky, she was moving much faster now as she directed a heavy slash towards his chest.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias brought his greatsword up halfway, leveling it at his own chest, causing her blade to bounce off, swinging his blade downwards before twisting it into an arc, hoping to hit her in the leg.

 

[Xillia]

She crouched as she brought the sword to her side, defending the hit but being moved quite a bit, staggering at the sheer force of it, "Damn!" she exclaimed as she flicked the tip of her sword down and staggered to get back up.


 
She takes her hand and wipes the blood from her lip, before charging at him another overhand strike, this time, much faster and with more force behind it due to the momentum shift off of the ground.