Just another hunt. [Nomad!]

Rhindeer · March 09, 2014, 08:12:05 PM

When it was her turn, Yasmin drew a deep breath and walked through the gates and into the arena. Already the sand was clotted with blood in patches, from the animal hunts that had taken place before her match. This match, of course, would be different; she would be facing another person, and she had no idea who that would be.

But like every other time she stepped into the arena, she quieted her thoughts and swallowed her anxiety, went to that place she went whenever she fought another human being--the place where they became not human but just another animal she had to fight. It was the only way she could face a man in a potential battle to the death and live with herself later.

She showed none of that on her face as she walked out there with her scimitar in hand, clad in light armor that protected her torso but left her arms and legs bare. Instead, she put a bright smile on her lips and waved at the crowd with both arms, turning in a slow circle as she walked so she got all sides. She even blew kisses to a few random faces in the crowd as she paced the arena, restless and eager to get this over with.

Spinning on her heel, she finally turned to face the opposite end of the arena, bouncing on her toes in anticipation.

"Alright. Who will it be today?" she muttered to herself, still smiling brightly waving at the crowd now and then, putting on an air of nonchalance.

Nomad · March 09, 2014, 09:07:20 PM

Hidden by the shadows of the passage way, Svein growls and snaps at one of the armed guards as they prod at him with a spear to get him moving. This was not a life he had chosen to take up but rather was forced into it due to circumstances. With the guard enticing him to move at the point of a spear Svein begins to step forwards making his way from the cool shade of the shadows and into the sandy arena.

Stepping into the arena his gaze shifts as he glances around at some of the crowd that sat around the arena watching the spectacle. Another growl escapes the werewolf as he glances around at the crowds. His demeanor towards the crowd no where near the same as the one he is fighting. Turning his attention from the crowed Svein rests his gaze upon the woman on the other side of the arena, the person he would be fighting today.

Resting his gaze upon the woman Svein takes a moment to sniff at the air before he begins to growl at the woman, his gaze narrowing as he looks at her. With his gaze locked on the woman he brings a hand to the hilt of one of his short swords and draws the blade from its sheath. Snarling and growling at the woman Svein begins to advance forwards moving towards the woman at a steady pace to close the gap, though he was not in any real rush to get to her.

Rhindeer · March 10, 2014, 12:29:05 PM

Well. Balls.

Of all the possible opponents she could have faced today, she had not expected to face someone like...that. Not a human, not an animal, but someone that was both. Yasmin tested the grip on her scimitar and swung it around in front of her to a defensive stance, backing up as he advanced to give herself some time to size him up.

She began to slowly circle him, sweeping her eyes over him, watching the way he walked and moved. While she was always eager to finish and go home as quickly as she could, she never actually rushed. Hastiness and impatience was how you got killed here. He was larger than her, more powerfully built, with sharp teeth and claws, but that didn't concern her; she had taken people twice her size before, as larger people were often slower, and size and power often made people overconfident, and overconfidence lead to clumsy mistakes.'

"Lovely afternoon today, eh, mutt?" she called to him, tone conversational. "Oh, and you might wanna..." She tapped her lips with her free hand. "Got a little drool there."

And then with no other warning but that, she feinted a lunge to his right before swiveling and going low, for his left thigh.

Nomad · March 10, 2014, 03:10:07 PM

As he advanced forwards Svein watches as she does exactly as he thought she would do, back up to keep space between the two of them. It seemed she wasn't ready to begin the fight just yet though he knew it was coming sooner or later given there situation.

Svein pauses for a moment as she begins to circle around him, his gaze shifting to follow her as she moves in front of him though he does not turn to face her as she disappears behind him. When she would appear in front of him his gaze shifts over her form slowly taking in every aspect of her physical appearance as well as what she wielded.

As she begins to speak Svein silently listens to the comment as she refers to him as mutt, something that he does not take to kindly too but rather one that fuels his anger. Turning to face the woman, Svein growls at her as she continues to insult him, insisting that he has drool on his mouth. For a brief moment, he almost fell for her comment about him drooling however he is forced to go on the defensive as she lunges right at him. Svein shifts left to evade what he thought was a strike coming to his left side, however he moves right into her true attack.

Svein lets out a howl in pain as the blade makes contact with his left thigh. Though he had just been hit Svein quickly went on the offensive. Reaching back to the second sword sheathed on his back Svein grips the hilt of the blade and draws the weapon from its sheath and in one fluid motion launches straight into an attack, slicing the blade in an arc through the air in the woman's direction though he was not necessarily aiming at any given part of her body more so an attack to try and force her back before she could strike him again.

Rhindeer · April 03, 2014, 11:47:25 PM

Her blade struck true, and Yasmin couldn't help her triumphant grin. It was short-lived, however, when he promptly counter-attacked, swinging his blade in a wide arc at her body.

With a sharp inhalation, she stumbled backwards and away from the blow, but not before it bit into her left bicep. It was a superficial wound that bled a lot and looked worse than it was, but it still hurt, and with a glower at the wolf-man, she shook her arm out to flick the blood away as it dribbled down to her wrist.

Thank Hakeshna it wasn't her dominant arm.

Circling around to his other side, she went straight back to the offensive. She feinted a thrust at him, then another, trying to throw him off and get a feel for his attack style before, abruptly, she charged him, sword swinging in a horizontal strike.

Nomad · April 03, 2014, 11:59:00 PM

Given how she had first came at him with the miss leading attack, Svein figured that was part of her game, trick the opponent into moving into an attack or providing an opening. Shifting his gaze to follow her as she begins to move once again, Svein lets out a soft growl and quickly moves into action s she comes at him once again.

As she begins to feign thrusts at him, Svein back peddles, shifting to evade each thrust from her. Finally he presses forwards as she charges at him with a horizontal attack. Bringing one of his swords up, rather then lashing out at her with it he uses it as a means to try and deflect her attack and move in closer to her where he would try and go at her with his maw rather then a blade, biting at her neck like an animal.

Rhindeer · April 07, 2014, 05:26:49 PM

His blade caught hers, successfully deflecting it, and Yasmin had been about ready to go in for another swing when--

...He tried to bite her!

It took her by surprise enough that she let out a yell and jerked backwards just in time to miss his teeth by inches, but she was still too close, their swords still connected, and he would get her if she didn't act fast. Heaving with all her might, she shoved back against his sword to give herself some distance--she only needed a little--and then dropped into a crouch. Sword in one hand, free hand planted on the ground, she swung her leg out in a sweeping kick at his own legs, hoping to knock him off balance.

Nomad · April 08, 2014, 03:44:19 PM

Instead of getting a taste of her flesh and blood like he thought he would be doing, Svein missed his mark as the woman jerks backwards just far enough to evade his jaws. Svein utters a brief growl in response to the woman's withdraw as he wished to get a bite of her in the hopes to end this fight, however his growl is cut short as her leg clips his before he can evade the sweeping kick.

With his leg knocked out from under him by the kick Svein falls to the ground, hitting his bag and letting out a brief yelp before he begins to try and climb back to his feet.

Rhindeer · April 08, 2014, 04:46:33 PM

With the wolf-man knocked down, Yasmin didn't skip a beat. She bounced to her feet, hefted her sword, and with a yell she swung her blade at him as he moved to rise, hoping for a death blow.

Nomad · April 08, 2014, 05:02:12 PM

Raising from the ground Svein keeps his gaze fixed on the woman knowing she would take advantage of him having fallen. The yell from the woman was another sign of her offense and as she swung her blade at him Svein brought one of his up and used it to block the incoming attack as he thrusts out with his second sword aimed for her stomach.

Rhindeer · April 08, 2014, 05:12:44 PM

Shit! He blocked the sword, the force of steel on steel traveling up into her shoulder, and then he swiped at her with his second blade. And she might have been left clutching her intestines if it wasn't for the light armor protecting her torso.

But even though her belly was protected, the force of the blow through the armor was like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of her and leaving her wheezing. Retreating quickly, trying to suck in air, Yasmin slid into a defensive posture as she tried to get her bearings again.

Nomad · April 09, 2014, 12:24:57 PM

Striking true with his second sword, Svein lets out a growl as the armor she wears prevents his blade from biting into her flesh, however his offense still had some appreciated affect on her. With her forced to make a hasty retreat in order to recover, Svein takes the opening to get back to his feet.

Svein climbs back to his feet and growls at the woman as he advances towards her now that she had went on the defensive. As he draws closer to the woman Svein uses one of his feet to kick up some dirt in an attempt to shower her with dirt and perhaps cloud her vision.

Not wishing to give her time to fully recover Svein moves forward to quickly close the gap between them as he launches into an offensive. Coming within range he thrusts out with one of his swords while bringing the second in with a horizontal arcing slash aimed at her midsection.

Rhindeer · April 09, 2014, 07:30:53 PM

The ol' kick up sand trick. Fortunately for Yasmin, she had been anticipating that coming up at some point and she threw up her free arm and looked away to shield her eyes before quickly retreating--because she knew the only follow up to that would be the attacker rushing forward through the cloud, hoping to take advantage of the distraction.

And sure enough, there he came, charging through the dust cloud.

Yasmin swung her sword up to block the horizontal swipe and twisted her body to avoid the thrust, but she let out a muffled grunt of pain when his thrusting sword scored her arm, sending blood dripping from her bicep down her forearm. Gritting her teeth, still holding his one sword at bay, Yasmin pulled her leg back and aimed a hard kick at his belly, taking advantage of their closeness.

Nomad · April 09, 2014, 07:42:30 PM

As his blade met with hers when she brought it up to block his attack, Svein pressed into it rather then pulling away. Though it seemed the brunt of his thrusting attack missed he managed to catch her arm, a grin taking form on his face as he hears the grunt of pain from the woman.

Holding his ground against the woman, Svein drops his gaze as he notices her leg begin to move and instead of pulling back to evade the attack he braces himself for the incoming blow. Just as her foot makes contact with his belly he releases his hold of one sword, though still keeping the other held against hers, and grabs her ankle tightly, sinking his claws into her flesh if permitted.

Rhindeer · April 09, 2014, 07:57:47 PM

Oh sweet mother of all things holy!

He grabbed her ankle, his claws deeply piercing her flesh, and leaving her balanced precariously on one leg--which put her in a vulnerable position. Thinking fast and gritting her teeth against the pain, Yasmin yanked back and down, as hard as she could, with her captured leg to tug him in closer and break his hold while swinging her free arm around to punch him in the side of the head, as many times as she could.

She didn't care if it tore up her ankle worse. She just needed to get free.

Nomad · April 09, 2014, 08:07:41 PM

Sinking his claws into her flesh Svein held onto her ankle to keep her leg held in the air. As she begins to yank back and down on her leg Sevin sinks his claws deeper into her flesh as he held onto her leg for a few moments longer which ended up getting him struck in the face by her fist.

With a growl Svein finally pushes back against her leg and releases his hold on her, attempting to force her off balance and make her fall to the ground or put some distance between them.

Rhindeer · April 10, 2014, 12:08:37 PM

He was successful. His move forced Yasmin off balance and she fell before she could get her injured leg back under her. She landed hard on her bottom but let the force roll her onto her back so she could do a kick-up--

A kick-up that was only partially successful.

She landed on her feet but almost crumbled back down the instant she put pressure on her injured ankle. Clenching her jaw against the pain, she shifted her weight to her other leg. This...was going to be problematic.

She needed to finish this quick.

Hefting her sword, she advanced on him again, closing in fast and pausing only when she came near his discarded sword. She kicked it away, behind her, and gave the wolf-man a little smirk. Let's see how he did without it.

Charging him abruptly, though her stride was awkwardly limping, she came at him hard and put her weight into the blows with her sword, swinging once at his head in anticipation of him blocking it before coming back down in a sudden, hard thrust at his lower right side.

Nomad · April 10, 2014, 01:12:51 PM

Pushing her back Svein watches as the woman loses her balance and falls to the ground. It seemed his tactic had worked however instead of taking the opening and charging the woman Svein takes a few steps back to put a bit more distance between him and his opponent, allowing her to raise from the ground and back to her feet.

Shifting his gaze, Svein glances to the sword he had discarded though he knew he did not need the weapon, all he had to do was get close enough and he could use his claws and teeth, a tactic he was not afraid of using.

As she charged him Svein held his ground and met her attack with his sword, using it to block the attack he pressed his strength into the block. Given he had tosses side his second sword in favor of his claws, the only thing Svein had at his disposal to try and block the second attack where the metal arm bracers.

Rather then fully block the attack or evade it, Svein shifts just a bit and allows the sword to sink into his right side, which causes him to let out a howl of pain. Though he knew it was a stupid move on his part, Svein leans into the blade and grabs her arm, sinking his claws into her flesh as he growls and snaps at her in anger " ... Submit to me human and I will let you leave with your life. "

Rhindeer · April 15, 2014, 11:45:53 AM

The crowd was going wild as the two gladiators wound up locked together, Yasmin's sword deep in the wolf's side, his claws deep in her forearms. She grit her teeth against the pain, sweat dripping off her nose and heart hammering in her chest as she stared up into those fierce eyes and snapping jaws.

This was not a good situation.

"Submit. Heh. If I twist my sword, wolf," she said levelly, "it'll kill you." The place she stabbed was not vital, but with one sharp twist she could hit organs and arteries and grind that meat up until there would be no easy way to heal it. But she made no move to do it, still locking eyes with the wolf, because she knew that at this range, and with him holding her tightly, that she couldn't deliver the blow without him taking her with him.

"Not before you ripped out my throat, of course," she continued between heavy breaths. "And then the arena will lose two valued competitors. So...hold. If we're lucky, they'll call a draw."

And sure enough, as they remain locked like that, neither of them capable of making a move that wouldn't take them both out, the cries of the arena took on a different tone--the crowd demanding a draw.

Nomad · April 16, 2014, 10:54:54 PM

Listening to the woman as she brings up the fact that she could deliver a fatal blow with her sword, Svein remains silent, his gaze dropping to the sword for a brief moment before he brings his gaze back to meet hers. Even if she did such a thing Svein knew that he could do the same to her now that they had become locked together. And though he had no intention in dying this day he gave no sign of such a thing, rather he knew to try and push for a victory he had to seem as if he were willing to put everything on the line.

Svein lets out a soft chuckle as she brings up the idea of a draw, though given the situation it seemed as though it would come down to that as he did not press into an offense nor did she. " A draw. " Svein chuckles again before snapping at her, his tongue flicking out at her face " Seems like you got your wish human. Though next time you won't be so lucky. I will enjoy tasting your flesh. "