Nagaram

[Rayleonarde]

The plate mailed warrior drew his sword, and stepped towards Al. His off hand began tracing arcane symbols in the air.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al cursed under his breath. Magic... Better brace for a dodge.... Al put his knives away for now, saving both hands free to contest any possible attacks.

[Cifero Windtail]

Viola looked at the plate mailed warrior for a moment, then stepped aside. "...Alright," she said, choosing to honor the duel. It was the least she could do.




The figure in the bush watched on.

[Rayleonarde]

Magical chains lashed up from the ground, attempting to wrap around Al.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al immediately jumped backwards as the chains rose up from the ground. His attention now was taken up by not being chained up, as he knew that it would most certainly spell death for him.

[Rayleonarde]

The sword thrust forward, it's gilded blade tracing an arc of blessed light. The warrior attempted to skewer his foe, but left his blade flat side up, allowing it to be used as a sort of platform.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al once again managed to dodge the blade, checking his feet for chains before leaping onto it and using it as leverage to be able to spin kick the plate-mailed warrior in the head.

[Rayleonarde]

The warrior staggered backwards at Al's attack, but quickly counter with a heavy-pawed strike.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al blocked the attack, but just like with all the others, it didn't stop him from staggering back from the sheer force being exuded onto him. He was quickly running out of ideas, as he knew he couldn't dodge and block forever. Not with an opponent such with strength and magic such as this. Still, he drew a knife from his belt into his left paw and stood ready to receive and counter any other attacks.

[[INACTIVE]]

A carriage would ride up next to the knight leaning against the tree watching Al and the chain-mailed foe fight. He would jump off and sit next to him, "Good morning Mr. Henry." The knight looked over and sighed, "Stowe.... What are you doing here?"

Stowe smiled and pulled out an accordion and began playing it, "Oh nothing. Just waiting for one of them to die so I can take their things." Stowe was a feel known merchant where the knight came from, he would kill, steal and or destroy just to gain a profit.

 

[Rayleonarde]

"Face judgement, curr!" Bellowed the plate mailed knight, as he thrust again at Al, his blade singing through the air. Shafts of blessed light began to fall from the sky, burning holes into the earth.

[[INACTIVE]]

The knight and Stowe quickly stood up and moved a few feet back.

Stowe kept playing his music though as he moved back, "So, how long they been doing this?" Said Stowe.

The knight shrugged, "Awhile... It's entertaining though."

Stowe nodded, "I see."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al's face hardened as he took a deep breath out and dodged to the left of the blade, charging forward in order to sink the knife into one of the slots between the plate-mail.

[Rayleonarde]

Al's attack was met with an armored fist careening towards his nose. The knight seemed faster than before, driven by the death of his friend.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al couldn't dodge out of the way in time, and ended up being sent backwards a fair distance with a broken nose, hitting the ground hard. He had to hold his head for a second, as the force of the hit dazed him.


Rain stopped falling in the area they were fighting.