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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 7, 2010 13:28:47 GMT -5
Armored Combat, Advanced Level Round 5
Lea Goldsmith knives and daggers Skill 18 Armor: Minimal (Bracers and a heavy canvas sleevless tunic) (minus 2 on rolls) Shield: kife in off-hand (-4)
"Well, here we are again, my new friend. I trust you were not paying any attention to my last bout and that you have not gleaned any ideas from my Love." She looked at him sternly, pointing a blade at his heart.
Her tunic had been destroyed, or at least so severely damaged by Omen's blade that it could not be repaired on the spot. She didn't have time to return all the way to her tent, so she faced Heath with her peasant blouse barely concealing her breasts tucked into her skirt with her bloomers and boots under it.
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 7, 2010 13:45:07 GMT -5
"Well pretty Lass A mey have just wha' yew are needin ta finnish wi," Heath sticks his sword in the ground and trots over to the sidelines an grabs his pack and pulls out another Tartan and trots back. "iss not ma best one bu' it will go roun ya a coupla times and up over your shoulder like this." at which point he wrapped her waist around high enough to keep it out of the way and then he brought it round back and up over her left shouldr and down her front so it covered both her breasts and midrif and tied it into a knot on her right hip. "There a fine highland lass you'd be now less get to our rematch!"
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 7, 2010 14:20:24 GMT -5
Lea holds out her arms as Heath wraps her up in his kilt. At first she was worried that it might smell dreadful, but she was pleasantly surprised at the hint of heather and pine with a touch of leather.
She winked at Omen again as he watched her from the sidelines and smiled at Heath when he was finished. "Thank you kind Sir!" She curtsied and spun expiermentally in the kilt, making sure her range of movement was not hampered. "Of course I know you didn't do that just for my modesties sake." She grinned impishly. "I thought I might just have the advantage over you this time."
The horn sounded and she began her dance, fighting off a feeling of dejavue, She spins in, whirling fast and takes a slash at his head with her off-hand and follows it up with one to his neck with her right and then ducks under his right arm and attempts to dance away before he can bring the greatsword to bear on her.
19 Neck (severe damage – deep cut, broken vertebrae, throat pierced)
19 + 18 - 4 = 33 Lea gets 33
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 7, 2010 15:57:11 GMT -5
Heathbruin Two handed sword Skill level: 17 Armor: moderate (studded leather) -6
4 Right arm (light damage – flesh wound, bruise)
4+17=21-2=19
He is very surprised by her first pass and has difficulty adapting to her slippery but deadly style of knife fighting
Lea 1 - Heath 0
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 7, 2010 23:33:22 GMT -5
Lea grins and raises her eyebrow teasingly as she dances around him, nevery staying in one place for long. She watched his eyes as well as the base of his longsword, trying to determine which way it would fall.
3 Left arm (light damage – flesh wound, bruise)
3 + 18 - 4 = 17
So much for getting cocky again... she thinks ruefully.
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 8, 2010 0:28:43 GMT -5
Heath sees her watching his eyes and knows how crafty and subtle women are so much so that where he needed to throw a full body fake at Henry or Ryan, all he had to do for this little minx would be to flash her an eye faint. His eyes flashed to her left shoulder as his sword whent to her right leg.
13 Right arm (severe damage – deep cut, bone breakage)
13+17=30-4=26
26 - 17 Lea 1 - Heath 1
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 8, 2010 9:59:51 GMT -5
The blow stings and Lea's leg goes numb for a moment which impairs her ability to move. Her agility is her greatest asset and so she attempts to ward off the greatsword again, but without much success.
5 Left leg (light damage – flesh wound, bruise)
5 + 18 -4 = 19
Total 19.
Catching onto his trick, though she tries to follow the line of his shoulders and his wrist in order to tell where the sword is going to strike. She would need to know in order to get out of the way in time with her leg still not functioning correctly.
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 8, 2010 10:51:36 GMT -5
Heath sees she is not moving well on the leg that he gave her the numbing shot on seeing this he tries to work on the other leg before the first one recovers.
He rolls: 10 Glancing blow (very little to no damage inflicted)
10+17=27-2=25
He lands the same blow in the same spot on her other leg. and smiles somewhat grimly.
19 - 25 Lea 1 - Heath 2
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 8, 2010 11:50:17 GMT -5
Lea glares at him as she rubs the back of her thighs for a moment, trying to walk it off, staying well out of his range. She just moves away as quickly as she can if he comes after her until she can walk normally again. "That wasn't very nice." She pouts, for real this time, the wind taken right out of her sails.
Her anger kicks in and along with it Dougal's training as she runs from him around the arena. People begin to jeer and catcall as Lea steps away from Heath.
Suddenly she turns right back into him without any warning at all and dives under his sword, punching upright just before she rolls between his legs, she lands a satisfyingly solid punch with the butt of her knife right into his guts. She continued her roll and came up on her feet behind him, whirling around to see what affect she'd had.
20 Critical hit (inflict such a severe injury that death is imminent or a “called” shot) 20 + 18 - 4 = 34
Total 34.
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 8, 2010 12:00:24 GMT -5
The shot is quite devastating as it comes in hard under his armor and for the most part his kilt as well! he bends over and gasps a bit but then straitens and wobbles a bit as he moves to engage her again.
"Och Dearie, 'ave a heart, me grandkids felt tha' one!"
Trying to shake it off he rolls: 3 Left arm (light damage – flesh wound, bruise) But to no avail!
3+17=20-4= 16
tied up 2 to 2
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 8, 2010 12:11:37 GMT -5
Lea chuckles wickedly, "just remember you started with the dirty tricks!" She lifts an eyebrow again. They circle. and circle...
Lea knows she has to win this point or she is out of the tourney and she desperatly wants to get a rematch against Omen. She waits for her chance.
In a very fast movement, ignoring the pain still emanating from his blows to her legs, she darts in and punches toward his face with her right hand while her left hand does a backhanded slash across his ribs.
16 Torso front (severe damage – deep cut, vital organ pierced, ribs broken)
16 + 18 - 4 = 30.
Total 30.
It was a solid strike again, but would it be enough? She tries to dance on out of his reach again.
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 8, 2010 12:24:07 GMT -5
She came in t him with a flurrish the adorable vixen now more like a harpy from Hell and slashes at his face, Heath tries to back and spin and gets caught with her blade as it rakes across his ribs but he brings the large heavy sword down on her with a hard flatside strike.
He rolls: 18 Head (severe damage – cracked skull or unconsciousness)
18+17=35-4=31
The blow connects right on the top of her head ind though he pulls it lea's already week legs buckle and she goes down to her knees seeing stars.
31 - 30 Heath wins
He dops his sword and kneels to hold her up and support her and say's
"Am sorry Lass Ah tried to pull it but Ah mustve been off ma balance Ere ya hurt bad?"
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 8, 2010 12:43:20 GMT -5
Lea's mouth clamps down on her tongue and cuts it when the massive sword hits the top of her head. She sinks to her knees and would have fallen flat on her face except that Heath caught her before she fell over. Unable to see anything but a sea of red with bright dancing lights in front of her eyes, she can't quite make out his words at first. She drops her knives in the dirt and crouches, holding her head until her senses return after a couple of minutes.
She looks up at him, squinting, a trickle of blood out of the corner of her mouth coming from her bitten tongue, and says, "I am okay, but please tell me it is over. I surely do not want to take any more pommelling from that beast of a sword of yours." She smiles weakly at him, seeing his is concerned for her. "Really, I will be okay. I have taken much worse before, on numerous occasions." She had the scars to prove it too.
She let him help her to her feet and shook his hand. "I would wish you luck in the tourney, but, well..." she glances at Omensinger giving him an encouraging grin, "my heart wouldn't be in it. I hope you understand." She smiles and wobbles out of the arena, none too steady on her feet.
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