08-03-2020, 06:36 PM
I honestly expected him to choose Quel'delar.
Arthak offered a slight nod, and swung Champion's Forge off his back. The immense blade reflected the sunlight as he deftly settled into a beginning stance.
At this point the pacing of the exercise had progressed to a second by second transition, closer to more traditional sparring, though still set in time to Tel'athion's clapping.
He waited for a few moments, carefully stoking the flames of the fury inside, readying himself to enter the dance himself.
I am very interested to see who wins this.
Then, without a word, Arthak flipped Champion's Forge around with uncanny speed, the blade swinging up behind him and then falling down towards Selin. At the same time, he took a single step forward closing the gap between them and slipping into a low, even stance. At the exact moment before the blade would connect, he shifted his balance towards Selin, applying gravity, momentum, and his own strength to the attack.
It was not what he would have done against one of the soldiers behind them. Despite the Legion and even the Horde's feelings on the matter, Arthak considered it wasteful for recruits to die in training.
Champion's Forge crashed down in what for a lesser warrior would have been a mortal blow. But before the massive blade could carve through him or crush him, Selin whipped his glaive up and in a swift spin. It wasn't a full parry, but it shifted the angle of Arthak's swing enough for the spellbreaker to get out of the way.
Arthak watched, taking in every detail as Selin neatly sidestepped out the Forge's path, its weight rending into the earth where he'd been standing. Without stopping or falling out of sync with the beat, Selin thrust his glaive towards Arthak's face, towards the orc's empty eye socket.
It failed to meet its destination however, as Arthak twisted Champion's Forge, still embedded in the ground, so that the wide flat of the blade faced toward Selin, the greatsword suddenly having become a tower shield. He pulled the sword out of the earth, knocking aside Selin's glaive as dirt erupted between them.
The first exchange is a draw it seems.
This will be an enjoyable fight, Selin. Thank you.
Arthak offered a slight nod, and swung Champion's Forge off his back. The immense blade reflected the sunlight as he deftly settled into a beginning stance.
At this point the pacing of the exercise had progressed to a second by second transition, closer to more traditional sparring, though still set in time to Tel'athion's clapping.
He waited for a few moments, carefully stoking the flames of the fury inside, readying himself to enter the dance himself.
I am very interested to see who wins this.
Then, without a word, Arthak flipped Champion's Forge around with uncanny speed, the blade swinging up behind him and then falling down towards Selin. At the same time, he took a single step forward closing the gap between them and slipping into a low, even stance. At the exact moment before the blade would connect, he shifted his balance towards Selin, applying gravity, momentum, and his own strength to the attack.
It was not what he would have done against one of the soldiers behind them. Despite the Legion and even the Horde's feelings on the matter, Arthak considered it wasteful for recruits to die in training.
Champion's Forge crashed down in what for a lesser warrior would have been a mortal blow. But before the massive blade could carve through him or crush him, Selin whipped his glaive up and in a swift spin. It wasn't a full parry, but it shifted the angle of Arthak's swing enough for the spellbreaker to get out of the way.
Arthak watched, taking in every detail as Selin neatly sidestepped out the Forge's path, its weight rending into the earth where he'd been standing. Without stopping or falling out of sync with the beat, Selin thrust his glaive towards Arthak's face, towards the orc's empty eye socket.
It failed to meet its destination however, as Arthak twisted Champion's Forge, still embedded in the ground, so that the wide flat of the blade faced toward Selin, the greatsword suddenly having become a tower shield. He pulled the sword out of the earth, knocking aside Selin's glaive as dirt erupted between them.
The first exchange is a draw it seems.
This will be an enjoyable fight, Selin. Thank you.