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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/23/2017 1:13:07 AM
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[i]Gilgalad watches, his hand reaching across his chest to the bite mark.[/i]
"[b]You've certainly learnt a hellish desire for victory.[/b]"
[i]He stands solidly, dropping his hand and waiting once more for her attack. His face is now a mask, betraying nothing of his mood or plans. His ruby eyes watched her closely.[/i]
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[i]As Luana backed off, she held her sword out to the side, around four feet or so away from Gilgalad's position.[/i] [u]"Have I? I thought that I was always so hellbent to victory. But you, Gilgalad - you have retained your brutality and cunning, drawing me out and delivering counters in return."[/u] [i]Luana took up her sword in both hands once more, as she began a steady, balanced approach. Her face gave away no emotion as well, as it was frozen into place like an ancient carving.[/i]
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"[b]Wow, you can recognize basic combat strategy. Well done, First Sword.[/b]" [i]His tone, that of sarcasm, implies that the bite is still remembered, and bitterly at that. Looking her in the eyes, he charged, holding back his blade behind him. As he nears her, he makes for a slash to her right, seeking to cut across the upper arm.[/i]
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[i]Luana slightly smirked, as she lunged towards Gilgalad while ducking and bending her body underneath the incoming blade, while she strafed to his right as well. With his armpit exposed, she slashed beneath his arm, hoping to both get behind him and wound him.[/i]
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[i]His left foot shot in front of him, angled to reverse his momentum, which he put into a hefty kick at her chest, squatting on his left leg to go under her strike, both as an evasion and an opening of her midsection to his attack. The sword was still held behind him to balance his weight out. The light in his eyes was brimming with satisfaction and confidence, those ruby eyes simply glowing in their absolute arrogance.[/i]
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[i]And indeed, Luana was kicked back, a burst of air leaving her mouth as she stumbled backwards, keeping her eyes upon Gilgalad's being in general. With the right movements that he imposed, she would be able to predict his next attack, or the goal of his assault.[/i]
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[i]Even as she flew through the air, Gilgalad landed his right foot and immediately lunged into it, propelling himself toward her. Rushing her as she was disoriented, he went to knee her in the stomach as she landed on the ground.[/i]
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[i]Luana was getting more impatient, identified by her sudden slash to Gilgalad's approaching face: if anything, the attack was to drive him back, not hack through his head, as she hoped to stabilize herself.[/i]
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[i]Knowing that he would not need his sword for this ongoing attack, he made a quick counter-cut, pushing the thin blade to his right and allowing the giant to pursue his previous attack. In the final lunge, he rocketed his right knee for her midsection, now exposed due to her slash.[/i]
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[i]Gagging in practical agony now, Luana could feel the impact bruise her ribs, as she found it a miracle that they were not broken yet. Stumbling back, she recovered, raising her sword once more and briefly, and ever-so painfully, beckoning Gilgalad forwards. She was.. determined.[/i]
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"[b]Luana, you know my abilities are not of the healing variety. Perhaps I have something in my vaults, but I do not wish to damage you to the point I really need to look for it. So please, just drop your sword.[/b]" [i]The King of Heroes stepped to her slowly, arrogantly. He held his blade loftily to the right, his gait and pace that of a practiced fencer.[/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 6/28/2017 3:42:33 PM[u]"No.. not yet."[/u] [i]Luana coughed, still backing away shakily. She had kept her sword raised, returning to the stance of a combatant aa she grunted in some newfound energy. She was still in agony, easily.[/i]
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[i]Reaching her retreat swiftly, he swung his longsword in a semi-circle motion to the left, intercepting her blade and pushing it out to her left, placing her arm across her chest. Now evidently set, he went to punch her in the upper arm, in the fleshy portion beneath the bone.[/i]
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[i]Luana allowed this to happen, while she immediately stepped forwards and headbutted Gilgalad, slamming her forehead into his nose region. She felt pain from both wounds, but was too concerned about victory at this rate.[/i]
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[i]An unintelligible wail of rage came forth from the mouth of the King as he reared back his head in surprise. The scream turns to curses as Luana feels the King place a reverse grip on her throat, put his right leg behind both of hers, and pull her over onto the ground. He steps forward as he falls, his right knee kneeling to where her right forearm is, pinning both the limb and her sword. With his right hand now free, he begins to mercilessly pummel her across the face with the pommel of his longsword. The blood from his nose, hits the ground and her face both as he bellows.[/i] "[b]YOU THINK YOURSELF WORTHY TO INJURE MY FACE, YOU MONGREL B*TCH?! I SHALL DESTROY YOU! FOR MY INJURY, YOU SHALL PAY IN FULL, AND NAUGHT SHALL STOP IT BUT MY OWN HAND OF MERCY![/b]"
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[i]For the first few slams, Luana was in despair - screams of pain escapes her bloodied lips, dark red liquid from Luana's new wounds splattering over Gilgalad's face. After around the fourth smash, she finally reacted.[/i] [i]The First Sword's left fist suddenly tightened, as her knuckle suddenly flew up, slamming into the right side of his jaw. She began to furiously punch Gilgalad's head and neck area, screaming in pain as she attempted to crawl away from him.[/i]
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[i]His normally pompous and arrogant face was twisted into a grotesque mask of pain and rage. In his stupor, Gilgalad pressed his knee harder onto her arm, crushing her under his weight. Catching her next punch in the corner of the blade and hilt on his longsword, he traps it and begins to slap her repeatedly across the face with his left hand, heavily.[/i]
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[i]Luana thrashed with panic and suffering, stills screaming and gagging with torment as her knees uselessly slammed into Gilgalad's stomach region. With both hands pinned, she merely attempted to endure the beating, as her own blood pooled from the wounds and blemishes upon her face.[/i]
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[i]Her screams seem to pierce the bestial rage of Gilgalad. His face softens, and for a moment, fear seems to be displayed there, a fear of loss and of his own capabilities. Then it hardens, as he remembers what is at stake for his Kingdom. A brief rest ensues, the both of them huffing and breathing violently through blood-clogged mouths. Then, slowly, his fist raises again, yet this time is angled differently. He brings it down, hard, upon the First Swords shoulder. The fist lifts again and falls again upon her shoulder, and thus a new cycle is begun in the beating.[/i]
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[i]Luana had remained still, breathing slowly and aching with intense pain before Gilgalad raised his directed fist towards her arm, where she merely gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. With each crushing punch, a yelp of pain escaped her mouth, her legs thrashing before going still. Soon, the terrible *snap!* of Luana's now broken shoulder rang through the air, as she gasped and nearly screamed again with pain. Her arm was limp, yet still, her hand clutched the sword still.[/i]
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[i]Again, the splits shifted, a new cycle of pain starting, this time focused upon the woman's right elbow.[/i] "[b]I am sorry, Luana. But I [i]am[/i] going to break all of your arm. All of it, Luana. Down to the very tips of your fingers. Unless you drop your sword.[/b]"
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[i]Collecting her breath through the pain, Luana had taken to laying her head against the ground, as she sorrowfully looked up at the Golden King. She simply nodded, yet her fingers did not let loose the handle of the sword.[/i] [u]"...I-I understand."[/u] [i]Why Luana would suffer through such pain at the hands of her own King, and seem so apologetic and determined, even when acknowledging the inevitable, was something that Gilgalad would have to question himself.[/i]
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[i]His face set, a nod being all the acknowledgement he gave her statement. Then he moved the fist once more, and setting it in place, relentlessly began to punch on Luana's hand, crushing it between the gauntleted strike and her sword's own pommel.[/i]
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[i]Luana merely clenched her eyes shut, remaining silent yet occasionally thrashing between punches. As her wrist, and likely part of her hand, snapped and broke from pure force, she couldn't hold back a gag of pain, breathing in order to contain her agony.[/i]
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[i]The man grits his teeth, beating on her fingers now. His first carried away skin and blood at this point, and his armor was splattered all over with the First Sword's blood, as well as some of his own.[/i]
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[i]At this rate, Luana was thrashing, her other hand refusing to attempt to pull the King off of her beaten arm. With the continuous beating, her fingers became looser upon the sword, one by one, until her crushed hand remained upon the handle, the fingers bloodied and mutilated.[/i] [i]Luana, through pain and suffering, motioned for Gilgalad to take the weapon from her right hand's grasp.[/i]
