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warforged2014-05-05 06:42 pm
seesbosscrotch) wrote in warforged2014-05-05 06:42 pm
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At Least It Isn't a Resto Druid Duel
Who: The Vindicator and the Blood Knight (Mar and Vas)
What: A spar turns into a question and answer period.
Where: The Ruby Sanctum
When: Backdated to prior to the kidnappings
Warnings: Mild language. Mar.
The first part of the spar between the two paladins was, depending on your viewpoint, either an elegant battle of clashing Light, in which both of them used both weapon and shield to great effect, blocking holy-infused blows with skill and the blessings of the naaru, in which minor injuries vanished swiftly in a swath of healing magic, in which the two seemed to be practically dancing amongst each others blows in a testament to skill and tenacity... or it was a boring snoozefest no one could win, with the only briefly interesting moment being when Mar whipped a giant hammer of Light out of nowhere and lobbed it as Vas's hooves, then kept trying to chase her back into the energy crackling out from it.
When they both had enough sense of each other's skill, though, things turned for the more interesting. Mar holstered his mace and shield, and in their place drew the massive sword Zin'rokh, Destroyer of Worlds. With the sword flipped in his hand so that he struck with the back of the blade, he lunged back into battle, and now their spar transformed. Less like an elegant dance of tactics and skill, now it resembled waves crashing onto a rock, trying to overwhelm it while the rock stood tall against it. The Blood Knight held back -- no need to Exorcize Vas's face off if they both knew an Exorcism would have come in the moment he lifted one hand from his blade to point an open palm at her, for example -- but no one could deny that either he or she lacked skill.
When at last his furious onslaught faded with one final spin of Zin'rokh around his back and into his right hand again, Maridian stepped back and spun the weapon to face downwards, the better to breathe a moment with his hand on the hilt. "Care to," he said, and since he had to pause to breathe, rotated a finger in midair to demonstrate. "Shield for me, sword for you?"
What: A spar turns into a question and answer period.
Where: The Ruby Sanctum
When: Backdated to prior to the kidnappings
Warnings: Mild language. Mar.
The first part of the spar between the two paladins was, depending on your viewpoint, either an elegant battle of clashing Light, in which both of them used both weapon and shield to great effect, blocking holy-infused blows with skill and the blessings of the naaru, in which minor injuries vanished swiftly in a swath of healing magic, in which the two seemed to be practically dancing amongst each others blows in a testament to skill and tenacity... or it was a boring snoozefest no one could win, with the only briefly interesting moment being when Mar whipped a giant hammer of Light out of nowhere and lobbed it as Vas's hooves, then kept trying to chase her back into the energy crackling out from it.
When they both had enough sense of each other's skill, though, things turned for the more interesting. Mar holstered his mace and shield, and in their place drew the massive sword Zin'rokh, Destroyer of Worlds. With the sword flipped in his hand so that he struck with the back of the blade, he lunged back into battle, and now their spar transformed. Less like an elegant dance of tactics and skill, now it resembled waves crashing onto a rock, trying to overwhelm it while the rock stood tall against it. The Blood Knight held back -- no need to Exorcize Vas's face off if they both knew an Exorcism would have come in the moment he lifted one hand from his blade to point an open palm at her, for example -- but no one could deny that either he or she lacked skill.
When at last his furious onslaught faded with one final spin of Zin'rokh around his back and into his right hand again, Maridian stepped back and spun the weapon to face downwards, the better to breathe a moment with his hand on the hilt. "Care to," he said, and since he had to pause to breathe, rotated a finger in midair to demonstrate. "Shield for me, sword for you?"
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If he was Aldori - if he was Draenei - perhaps she could trust him with more. He may be an ally, but he is still far from being her friend.
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Still, he wasn't going to push or protest her choices. If she didn't choose to share, demanding would accomplish nothing. But...
He exhaled, putting one hand to his head to rub at it, which shouldn't be a comfortable gesture given his armor. "I'd like to say something on that point, but I want to be clear that I'm saying it out of concern and respect. All right? It might sound like I'm criticizing or picking on you, but that isn't how I mean it, I'm just bad at saying things that aren't rallying cries to noble action at loud volume. As you probably have noticed by now."
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She flicks her eyes to him, then to the ground and back. Delaying him won't stop him from talking, but oh, if only it would...
"I'm listening."
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"The worst enemies you'll face will be the ones who delight in that weakness. The sort that'd put you in a pit with a monster about to eat your best friend and only a weapon that you can't bear to pick up to save them. The really nasty ones, it's all up here." He tapped his temple with his finger.
"I also know that..." He paused, help up a hand for a moment to think -- and at the end of that moment, shook his head. "Well, I'm probably not the one who can give you encouraging words or something, I don't know the details and I'd probably just put my foot in my mouth as usual. But if I can ever help you, you only need to ask."