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Post by Quinn Tempest on Jan 4, 2013 17:45:16 GMT -5
Whump!
The boy hit the ground on his back, letting out a groan of pain. Quinn dusted herself off with an indignant huff, "If you are to challenge me, you must be much much better, ragazzo." She watched the kid sit up, mouth open as if to spit out a retort, but she interrupted him, "Heed advice given to you. Are you about to distribute a new challenge?"
His expression was frustrated. He stood up and turned to leave. On his way out, he spat a retort over his shoulder, "This isn't over!"
The daughter of Poseidon flexed her fingers around the sword she had been testing out. "Al contrario, it is over. I just finished it." She had beaten someone larger than her easily by using the guy's weight against him with a simple trip in the middle of her high-speed flurry of attacks. The sword wasn't a weapon she was used to, but she knew it, nonetheless. It was only a matter of time before she came to master it. Quinn turned to the entrance, hoping something more of a challenge would walk through. At this point, she was ready to walk outside a border and take a chance with the monsters waiting.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 5, 2013 1:56:13 GMT -5
(Normally, I would have let someone else reply since these chars have already rped, but no other SCA-er is active.)
Pyre had heard there was a student in the arena - one of the new kids. It seemed she was fighting off an experienced demigod without breaking a sweat. With Pyre being Pyre, he had to investigate or, rather, see if she was up for another fight. He arrived just as a large demigod was stomping away, obviously frustrated and ashamed of his defeat.
Looking into the arena, curious as to see who the challenger would be, he was met with Quinn Tempest - the Poseidon girl he showed around the school not long ago. "Well, come here often?" he asked, jokingly. It had been months since Max's death and, while his subconscious was still unstable, the son of Zephyrus was able to hide it as he did, before. Not even a trained professional could see through his guise.
"Up for a second fight?" Pyralis asked, eyes glinting with excitement.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Jan 5, 2013 10:59:34 GMT -5
Quinn eyed the dulled edge of the silver blade. Obviously the people in charge here didn't want them fatally wounding each other, so they didn't sharpen the blades for practice. She didn't mind; a dull blade made for bruises if not cuts.
A voice caught her attention, and it was a familiar one. She raised a brow, turning to see Pyre greet her with a light-hearted tease. She didn't smile, but the ghost of a frown had disappeared from her face. She was just plain stoic now. "I was 'checking this place out'," she replied with her own tint of humor, using the phrase she had never bothered to before. English slang used such weird colloquial phrases. "No sir, I was looking for my fourth opponent today." Her tone was not smug or boastful, but reserved and honest. It was odd that she seemed rather not entertained than proud of her accomplishment so far.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 6, 2013 8:07:50 GMT -5
Pyre let out a laugh, free from worry and ecstatic toward the oncoming training session with Quinn. He couldn't wait to see her in action - especially after finding he seemed to have arrived late, being the fourth of her opponents. Taking a practice blade into his hands, rather than his rapier, which was left in the dorm, he approached. "Ready, then?" he asked with a smirk. Quickly, he raised his shortsword in a guarding position, allowing Quinn to make the advance.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Jan 6, 2013 17:41:28 GMT -5
Quinn returned his laugh with a small, but honest smile. She readied her own blade once he had chosen one to his liking. She eyed him steadily, studying his stance and picking out and weak points or things that could be used to her advantage. "What a gentleman, giving me the first move,"
She hadn't even finished her sentence, and she was in the air. She slid in close, swiping directly at his thigh with a precision and speed only gained from an expert fighter originating from the Camorra mafia. since her reach was shorter, she needed to be closer in for this fight. She did not mind the disadvantage. It made it all the more fun.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 7, 2013 1:11:46 GMT -5
Pyre would have teasingly bowed, but the battle had begun. Quickly, he lowered his sword to block Quinn's. Already, he could tell she was a great fighter. Countering, he stabbed forward, toward her stomach. This was the most fun he'd had in ages.
He drew backward a couple steps to quickly assess his opponent's fighting style before lunging back in, with a feign to her upper arm before diverting the dulled blade's course toward her flank. Pyre still had confidence in his abilities and he was sure he would come out the winner. He didn't know just how skilled this daughter of Poseidon was.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Jan 7, 2013 12:02:28 GMT -5
Quinn moved fluidly, assessing his movements with quick eyes. She turned to her right, catching the blade on hers to redirect its movement away from herself. She knew she couldn't fight his strength with hers. She was outmatched in size and force when it came down to it, so she wasn't stupid enough to meet a clash head on. She would be pushed back.
With him stepping back, Quinn knew he was taking some time to analyze the first bit of the session, thinking through the next moves. She wouldn't chase after him in pursuit. She was thinking herself. Pyre's counter had been quick, as anticipated, and she knew this wasn't going to be like the other fights. When the son of Zephyrus attacked again, she moved away at his supposed strike towards her arm. She had fallen for the feign. Just in time, though, she forced herself to move back more, the blade skimming the empty air before her. She allowed it to pass, then shoved her own sword on top of it to keep it going in the same direction- back towards Pyre. She then slid her blade that was on top of his over to stab at his stomach.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 7, 2013 15:22:27 GMT -5
Pyre smirked as he saw Quinn fall for the feign, but the grin quickly subsided as she fought back. In an instant, the tides were turned - fitting turn out for a daughter of Poseidon. He acted quickly, allowing his sword to continue, only to stop it, upside-down - a move any swordsman would look upon in shame. Pyre, however, didn't have much choice. He used the newly-positioned sword to block his opponent's low jab before swinging the blade upwards with a flick of his wrist, back into an upright position; he wouldn't allow his sword to be dispositioned for long with such a tricky opponent.
Quickly, giving Quinn little time to react, Pyre went in for a stab of his own, aimed just below the hip - ill-aimed if he intended it to be an ending blow, but it was only to keep her busy as he prepared for his next move, which as most of his others do, would flow out of his current one like a gentle breeze... or a violent gale.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Jan 7, 2013 15:47:00 GMT -5
Pyre was smart to not let her speed get to him. He knew he had the advantage in experience and strength, so she would have to be careful with what he had planned for her. Quinn withdrew her blade when he regained his grip. She knew he was going to attack, and she had to be ready.
The daughter of Poseidon knocked the blade away from her hip, letting it slide past in empty air. She didn't like being pushed back on the defensive, so she retaliated by suddenly dropping low to avoid anymore frontal attacks, and swept a leg out to trip him, and at the same time, slashed upward at his stomach.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 7, 2013 16:23:40 GMT -5
Pyre caught on to the maneuver his opponent was attempting to maneuver and quickly jumped back, though the tip of Quinn's foot still made contact, throwing Pyre's balance off ever-so-slightly. Luckily, he was out of range of her uppercut. "Whoa," he sounded, quietly, catching himself and quickly raising his sword in defense in preparation for a possible follow-up.
Moving out of the defensive position, he lunged forward with another stab, this one aimed toward the chest, followed up by a quick downward diagonal swipe toward Quinn's thigh, just above the knee, before drawing back a pace.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Jan 7, 2013 23:32:32 GMT -5
Quinn didn't react to her near-successful attack. There was no sign of joy at the smallest of victories on her face. She took the moment to strike at him again relentlessly before she drew back and he attacked. She avoided the stab, needing to use her sword to keep the edge from skimming against her. She was surprised that he had picked up her pace so quickly, following this defend, counter, and attack pattern they had set.
She was unbalanced, and placed a hand on the ground, deciding to follow in with her fall. She lifted her legs away and landed back down, aiming to step on his blade and push it to the ground as he was drawing back. She swung out at his arm.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 8, 2013 15:35:45 GMT -5
Pyre felt confidence surge through him, only to be dampened by Quinn's short reaction time. The moment he determined her next move, he saw he could not hope to pull his sword out from under her foot at such an angle and be able to defend against an incoming attack, as well. Instead, he moved in to trip her as her balance was still displaced. Being lower, Quinn's blade missed his arm, as well, though only barely.
It had been a while since Pyre needed to put so much effort into a session such as this. He knew he still had the option of using his powers, but was unsure if Quinn had unlocked hers, as of yet, thus he refrained. Instead, he continued without.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Jan 9, 2013 23:17:18 GMT -5
Quinn found her one foot successfully pinning down on the flat of Pyre's blade. She was surprised she had managed to pull of the maneuver that had begun in her head as a crazy idea born from a risk-taking imagination found only in the mind of a fighter who enjoyed the fight. As quickly as she had gained the upper hand, she had lost it when he countered with a tripping move.
The daughter of Poseidon wobbled dangerously for a moment, giving him the opportunity to strike, but his sword was thankfully under her other foot still. Quickly, she returned her weight to her hands and shot a flip kick upwards from a bridge-like position, landing a few steps away. They were back to square one. She had given him a chance to get back his sword. But she wasn't going to let up that easily. Quinn moved back in for a vicious slice aimed at his middle in an effort to cut off the time he needed.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 10, 2013 5:43:01 GMT -5
Pyre took his chance and recovered his blade, only to find a kick waiting for him. Quinn's foot made contact with Pyre's stomach just before he could move out of the way and he was pushed back a good foot, one arm clutching his stomach, the other still wielding the shortsword.
Taking a deep breath in an attempt to recover, the son of the West Wind would not be defeated so easily. Advancing once more on Quinn, Pyre let loose a combo of attacks, one after the other, in an attempt to regain the ground he'd lost. First, a horizontal slash at about shoulder-height, followed by a diagonal slice in the opposite direction. With only a moment's hesitation, he ended with a stab toward the stomach, still awestricken by the daughter of Poseidon's versatility.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Jan 12, 2013 16:17:36 GMT -5
The best defense was a good offense, she had been taught. Pyre was following the model after her kick had landed. Close-combat was her specialty without weapons. She had delved deep into the profession of mixed martial arts and had loved it. She knew that kick should have hurt, yet he had the tenacity to continue on and turn on her with a furious combination of attacks.
Quinn was not a master of the sword. She had learned its use once or twice, favoring long distance weapons like the bow or the more commonly used handgun, but during close-quarters fighting, fists was her way to go. This sword was still a newer concept to her, though she wasn't at all inexperienced. With some practice, fighting was still fighting. The first strike she was able to avoid quickly, but barely. The second, she caught on the hilt of her sword just in time, but it glanced off to graze her shoulder. It would leave a bruise, but it wasn't like she hadn't received one before. It was better than a cut, and it would have been had the blade not been dulled for training. She rolled away, ignoring the pain at her shoulder for the moment as the Pyre's attack struck out at empty air. In retaliation, the daughter of Poseidon had returned to her feet in a kneeling position. She shot herself forwards, launching herself upwards in a stab straight for his side. She then continued on with a sweep for his legs and then a slash back down at his middle.
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