[1v1] Go On, Challenge Me! (Soren & Shaheen)

[Seussi]

Not everyday needed to be spent camped out in the trees outside of the haunted house. While the war chieftain did enjoy all the fun she was having at the hunters expense, she also knew that it was important to stay in touch with her fellow lost clansmen, to not disconnect herself from them, though at this point she began to wonder just how many shared similar thoughts to their current situation as she.

On the training field was where she found herself, a usual haunt when she found she wished to socialize. What better way to speak with others, but with sword in hand and while shedding a bit of blood? She waisted absolutely no time, striding out to the middle of the field, and pointing with her sword towards the first that caught her eye.

"You there!" She called out, golden eyes ablaze with her passion for a good old fashioned one on one.

"Soren, is it?" She...sort of knew him. In passing, at least. "Spar with me."

It definitely was not a question.  

[ramenli]

Soren was handling his sword, public but not being watched by anyone specific. The war horsewoman approaching him was loud, and he couldn't ignore her, but nor did he want to. Here was a mare who knew what she wanted, his body, and that was not a request that he liked to deny.

Weapons were apparently fair in this spar, so he left his khopesh in hand and moved a proper distance away to start a fight. "Okay." There was his consent.

"Let's get physical."  

[Seussi]

Shaheen was not one to shy away from anything, or in this case, anyone. She knew what she wanted, and what she wanted, she would have, one way or another.

Her eyes swept over her opponent, taking in his size, his appearance, impressed though none of that showed in her features, her face carefully schooled into a neutral expression. He was large, but not not fat. Muscled, broad, maybe the type to be a bit on the slow side though able to make up for it with brute strength and endurance, though she'd been surprised by how quick others could move in the past, so she wouldn't rule speed out as something to be wary of just yet.

"Indeed, let's." Was her only reply as she lifted her sword, wings half spreading behind her and at the ready to aid her in any way necessary, as she was not above fighting one who was flightless.

Taking all of the advantages available and what not.

Her first strike came with a lunge forward and a downward swing towards his weapon wielding arm, a quick attack mostly to test the speed of his reflexes.


HP:50
Damage: 4  

[ramenli]

Soren wasn't slow per say, but the mare's speed was surprising even so. He managed to react, moving his arm so he did not feel the full brunt of the vicious attack, but a line of red appeared on his arm, blood beading up from the cut, but it was shallow enough that it wasn't running down his arm just yet.

The only thing to do was react as quickly as he was able, so even as the sword bit into his arm he was swinging his closed gauntleted hand at her, choosing to fist her rather than using his khopesh in hopes of maintaining an element of surprise. It was time to see what War was made of.

HP: 36
Damage: 7  

[Seussi]

War was made of curves and toned muscles....or at least this particular member of the clan was. He was faster then she'd anticipated, his closed, gauntlet covered fist hitting her hard, catching her in the ribs just barely above her stomach and eliciting a small grunt of surprise and pain before a smile curved her lips upward.

It was as close to approval as she was likely to give, as she spun away from the blow, but not without first retaliating with a quick jab from the butt end of the hilt of her sword.

"So, you are a guardian?" She asked, conversationally, as though they were not currently locked in combat against one another. Her question did, however, have a means to and end.

HP: 43
Damage: 3  

[ramenli]

Soren was pleased enough to trade blow for blow with the mare, but then she had to go and open her mouth. The jab stung, but not enough to stop him from answering. "Yes." He was in a relatively talkative mood this morning.

He wasn't ready to cease their fight though so he took a step closer, unsummoning his khopesh from his left hand only to resummon it in his right hand and flicking the blade out toward her thigh.

HP: 33
Damage: 2  

[Seussi]

He really had no reason to worry, as she was far, far from being finished with him yet. Shaheen was more then capable of exchanging words as well as blows. It was referred to as multitasking by some, and was apparently something women could be a lot better at then men.

Or so her mother had always taught her, at least.

She took a hop backwards when his blade appeared in his opposite hand, a stinging slice of red appearing on her thigh, her lips twitching slightly higher.

"And guardians are tethered to their priestesses, are they not?" She asked, her voice still quite calm as with a sweeping flap of her wings, she was suddenly air born, and kicking out at him, spartan style to the chest.

HP: 41
Damage: 7  

[ramenli]

Soren's eyes narrowed at the way she was speaking, not sure if he was being led into a trap or not. "Guardians are honored to serve the priestesses."

It wasn't the first time he had fought an airborn opponent, but by Funny Cide if they weren't annoying. Her kick caught him, knocking the breath out of him, and the guardian gasped for air as he stumbled back a step, trying to force air back into his lungs.

Flying she might be, but he was tall, and his khopesh was added length in his hand. He moved toward her, moving his blade in an arc at whatever part of her was low enough to hit.

HP: 26
Damage: 5  

[Seussi]

She didn't stay up in the air for long, as that wouldn't have been near as much fun, so when he swung his weapon at her, she attempted to fend the attack off with her own sword, though all she managed to really accomplish was to have his blade deflect, and slide across her blade straight into her shoulder.

She cursed under her breath at that. Sloppy, really, but his strength was quite difficult to defend against.

"What of in manners concerning your leader of death, or even his heir. I am curious as to where guardians loyalties would lie, then." It was an innocent enough question, perhaps just an idle curiosity, really.

And as if to prove she wasn't just interested in chatter, she darted in again with a diagonal slash aimed towards the chest she had previously kicked.

HP: 36
Damage: 8  

[ramenli]

Matters concerning Death? Aisa? Soren's grip on his khopesh tightened. There were plenty of murmurs going around, unhappy musings, those that could not and would not forgive the humans among the most displeased. Soren was as well. Humans were for the harvest, and while it would be bad to kill all of them, it was a god idea to cull the herd. And often. But to speak of it with a relative stranger was not something he planned to do.

"Guardians take pride in our clan," he deflected, but choosing the words distracted him, and a new red line appeared, this one long and oozing blood down his chest. There would be many disappointed and concerned mares until the gash healed.

He refused to let the attack slow him, instead charging toward the mare and actually jabbing with his khopesh. The weapon was not really made for such actions, which was precisely why it was a skill he had practiced.

HP: 18
Damage: 6  

[Seussi]

Shaheen gave out a sharp bark of laughter, before baring her teeth in a not do friendly way. "That was hardly an answer, guardian. We all take pride in our clans."

The jab took her by surprise, as she had not expected his weapon to be utilized in such a way.

"But what pride is there in becoming nothing more then sheep, with a human sympathizer as the shepherd." She shook her head, loose golden curls flying around her face as she took several steps back, a hand pressing against a wound in her belly, as blood trickled between her fingers. Yes, there has been rumours of unrest, of those who were unsure or discontent.

But she had said to much already in her passion, and now she bit her tongue to stop the flow of words that threatened to escape. She had her own part in the rebellion, but she was sworn to secrecy, and while planting the seeds of discord was not exactly cheating on her promise, she was sure she was cutting it close.

HP: 30
Damage: too busy thinking  

[ramenli]

So she had called him on his response, but he was unsure of what she was looking for, and he could only be careful around a strange mare. The mare, it seemed did not have the same reservations. He bristled to hear Death insulted, compared to a simple shepherd, but at the same time there was more than a touch of truth to it. It would have been far easier if it was Death against someone from another clan, or Death against someone from Halloween, but with his contacts from within his own clan he believed that Medea was opposed to Death's new ideology. And if Death's opponent was his head Priestess? It was a much harder to choose a side.

"There is pride in clan loyalty," Soren said, lowering his voice slightly so it would not carry so well. "There is also pride in shedding reaping humans and their FEAR."

HP: 18
Damage: Don't hurt yourself Shaheen  

[Seussi]

It seemed they were taking a small break to converse. Maybe she really wasn't quite as good at the multitasking thing as she thought she was. Still, she kept her sword held at the ready, a hand slick with blood rising from the wound in her stomach.

"There is pride in knowing that one day, we could bring the entire human race down to it's knees to beg for their pitiful existence." She hissed. "But for now, it helps to take out some frustrations on the hunters that frequently patrol the haunted house." Another smile, this one meant to be more friendly. It was hard to tell where this one stood, but it was clear that there was at least a chance he could be swayed towards the right direction.

"If you wait outside long enough, they often emerge, unsuspecting of any attack."

A smirk to go along with the words.

And then she was gesturing at him with her sword, a motion that they should probably get back to it. No need to stand around talking when they could be stabbing each other instead, right?


HP: 30
Damage: it hurt so much she can't attack  

[ramenli]

Soren nodded, agreeing with her insight. "Good advice." Or at least, good advice if he wanted to have some fun in the near future.

But if she insisted that they go back to fighting, who was he to try to stop her. He moved toward her, feinting with his right hand before kicking out instead. With these agile types he constantly had to try out new moves, which at least kept them both on their toes.

HP: 18
Damage: 5  

[Seussi]

Or kicking. Kicking could also be happening. His foot took her high in the thigh, the same one he had sliced at earlier, a tender spot that flared with fresh pain, blood beginning to trickle from the wound once more. She couldn't help but hiss between her teeth.

The swing of her sword that she offered in retaliation was far too hasty, and hit nothing but air.

Damnit, she needed to get her head back into this! Politics and battling obviously didn't mix.

HP: 25
Damage: wtf woman XD