The arena, set in an ancient Mayan Temple in the throne room when a once powerful king sat watching the duels of his greatest champions.
Helga walks on the scene the rustic arena making her feel at home. She glances over at her opponent as she continues to walk to her starting place. She notices Zeon has a smaller frame and anticipates her to be more agile and swifter on her feet. Using her sharpening stone, she slowly runs it up and down her Broadsword ensuring a clean edge. Her mate Lars watching from a balcony seat keeping his distance as this is her duel.
Zeon walked into the age-old Mayan Temple, pillars of stone with timeworn writing along the walls that she could only assume were names of prior victors who fought in this legendary arena. The Liafador heard of this place, an arena where warriors of raw skill from all over the world came to test their abilities in a duel. No rules, no referee, no crowed to entertain. This was strictly about combat. Without any powers of her own, she was actually considered one of the physically weakest members of her family. Because of this she was here for one reason, to prove herself, not to her family, but to herself. She needed to prove to herself that she was a gifted warrior, that no matter who her opponent was, she could strike them down. She had to do this, she needed this and this savage woman was going to give it to her.
Dressed in her iconic black and red Matriarch warrior attar, her black hood covered her head, casting a shadow over her face as her lower portion of her face was covered by a thin black cloth that went up to her bridge of her nose. At her heels two White Cardinals followed as she approached the Throne room, a woman taller than the 5'8 Liafador with hair red like wild hair and a mass that was twice of her own. She was indeed an impressive specimen, strong legs, powerful arms, this warrior would surely satisfied the Wild Card Liafador's thirst for approval of herself.
Watching carefully as the barbaric like woman sharped her blade Zeon turned to one of her Cardinals, placing a small, black object in his hands. "I will not need this for this battle." her voice cool and confident in herself as she turned to face the 'ring'. "Do not interfere, no matter what happens." she commanded her soldiers as she took a step onto the 'mat'. With one hand she reached the top of her hood while the other grasped onto her mask, pulling them away from her face at the same time to revile the Italian/Spanish beauty. Her brown eyes were intense, focused on what was about to happen as her mind already began going through twenty different ways to try and take down the woman before her.
Taking her blade, serpe, by the hilt with her right hand she began to roll it in between her fingers gracefully, as if in a taunting motion before she gave it a couple of swift swings and got into a defensive stance. Her mind now focused, ready, as she waited for the wild warrior to cast the first strike.
@zeon_liafador: Seeing her opponent in defensive stance it was now time to begin. The Arena air was crisp, the throne began to rattle. The skeletal King spoke "As was before so shall now it be! Two warriors, to battle til one can not any longer. May the honor of this sacred ring we blessed by the battle ahead. "says the King. As he finishes both their names become engraved on the walls of the temple, forever etched in glory as combatants of honor.
Helga staring down and contemplating her initial attack, begins to strife counter clockwise toward Zeon holding her sword at a 70 degree angle. Sword aiming towards the ground, she then began to spin her direction slowly forward keeping her targets direction like a fan inching closer and closer.
(I’m sorry, I had a bit of difficulty understand what exactly you were trying to do with the blade >_< So if I got it wrong in my post, I’m sorry!)
As soon as the skeletal King spoke the massive frame woman went on the attack, sword first. It was impressive how quickly she could actually move and the way she maneuvered her blade, quickly closing the gap between the two. Without hesitation Zeon went from a defensive stance to a offensive lunge forward. Thrusting her blade forward sparks instantly ignited around the two fierce warriors as the Liafador used her own blade to redirect the blade for a second with her right hand as her feet pushed her quickly forward.
Her left hand thrusting forward as the index and middle finger were pressed together, rushing to slam into her left shoulder, right where the clavicle and shoulder joint meet. There a bundle of nerves sat in the area, the brachial plexus. After that attack the Liafador took a quick leap not back to where she was, but to the left of Helga and reaching in with her left hand to her waist, quickly threw out a single throwing knife towards the woman’s right knee joint. Both of these attacks were meant to not be deadly but debilitating.
But she would be kidding herself if the power behind the attack Helga unleashed didn’t cause Zeon’s sword arm to be uncontrollably jerked by the force of her strength. The Liafador rotated her right shoulder, showing that the block of the barbaric blade actually may have pulled her tendons and ligaments in her shoulder a bit more than she would have liked. The raw strength of the woman was... impressive to say the least.
@zeon_liafador: (Basically the sword made a rotatory style of motion like a propeller and the shifting counter clockwise was to disorient, lovely post tho... are you a med student?)
The massive broadsword clashed against the blade of Zeon and sparks flew as Helga put all her force into it, the left shoulder was then prodded vigorously feeling like a bee sting. Her shoulder being pummeled after many battles having formed a cartilage and many breaks resulting in a larger formation of bone. Barbarians on her planet were brought to their breaking points in duels quite often to harden their bodies for actual war fare. Helga impressed at the swiftness of her opponent watches as Zeon leaping away, being caught off guard by the knife now sticking into her knee an inch.
The knife breaking the skin causing a thick syrupy blood to start oozing from her knee, Helga pulling the knife out biting on the metal. She then remembering her opponent tosses the knife forcefully into the ground and kicking it sideways snapping it before continuing towards Zeon. She lets out a warcry, shaking the foundations of the building and with an empowered charge begins a whirling spiral puling the air itself towards her.
Like a cyclone of fury, as her rage grew the intensity of the vacuum did so as well and diameter of the winds reach. A perpetual tornado, ever expanding whilst Helga remains center whirling her mighty sword as if in a trance levitating her off the ground. Inevitably now looming for Zeon as eventually the winds shall flood the arena.
Helga now stuck within this whirl of fury until a collision of sorts takes place.
@palidan: (awww my bad :( Hopefully I got this one right lol and I actually do work in the medical field :D)
Her nerve strike landed precisely where it needed to go, but when impact was made, nothing but bone was felt. Exactly who was this warrior? Then the small blade left her fingers and sliced into the woman’s flesh, but then it was pulled off, and bitten down on, what… was this woman? All of this caught Zeon off guard, any other human and the person would have been debilitated in some way. It was as if the barbaric woman wasn’t from this world. She then let loose a thunderous roar, feeling the vibration of the powerful battle cry caused the Liafador to almost loose her balance.
But then a whirlwind began to form around the sword wielding woman, becoming like a vortex that began to pull at the Prideful Liafador. Trying to keep her stance, it was in vain, her feet began dragging along the blood stained floor, she drew up her blade, holding onto it tightly then… she went forward. Springing forward she came in much faster than she would have without the force of the whirlwind. When she was close enough, she tuck rolled under Helgas sword before thrusting her own blade upward to try and stop the vortex. Once more their blades collided, but this time, with much more force to the point that she felt her shoulder dislocate from it’s joint and thrust her across the arena. Her body slammed into the wall as the grip on her sword was lost, it skidding away several feet away from her as she grunt in pain. Her left arm grasping onto her shoulder as she grit her teeth, pressing her shoulder against the wall as she then forcefully pushed herself against it, popping her joint back into place. That didn’t work… she was going to have to do something else.
She took a hard breath in before quickly standing up, only to realize her right ankle was twisted, probably from her body slamming into the wall. Quickly standing up she shift her weight to her left foot as she grasped something in her side pocket as she then slammed a small object onto the ground as a thick smoke filled the area and the vortex causing the smoke to fill the room even quicker. With one hand she reached to her thigh and with a flick of her wrist she pulled out her collapsible bow, it snapping into place as she reached behind her and with her other hand, grasped another throwing knife, throwing it towards where Helga was at, having it act more of an distraction than an actual attack. As soon as the blade left her fingers she grasped one of her bulldog arrows with a thread of steel fiber at the end. Aiming at the roof she let the arrow fly as it dug itself into the ceiling just above where Helga was at, and without hesitation she pulled herself upward in the cover of the smoke. As soon as she was in place she pulled out her combat claw and dropped down from above like an eagle about to swoop down upon it’s pray, aiming to dig the teeth of her blade into her trapezius muscles.
@zeon_liafador: (trapezius muscles, teaching me anatomy now as I had to look that one up)
The vortex now broken as Zeon collided of her own free will striking upwards loosing the hold from one of Helgas hands allowing her control over the cyclone motion, as watching Zeon soar across the room into a wall. A smoke now began to rise as Helga entered a defensive stance.
Letting out another scream towards the smoke this time to clear the arena, the shock wave of sound gusted a wind clearing and revealing too late Zeon nowhere in sight. A midst the come came a dagger before clearing completely easily deflected, but doing it's desired reaction. Zeon dropping down behind her running a claw down her neck following down her back freeing the shoulder armor, exposing her flesh and leaving a scratch down her neck drawing blood. Helga reaching behind her clutched the forearm wielding the claw locking her grip.
Then attempting to swing her opponent with a seismic slam in front of her, maintaining her grip. Then leaping into the air raising Zeon to the height of the arena reaching upward with her other hand and pulling downward with all force.
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