Post by The Grand Duelist on Jan 9, 2014 4:44:57 GMT -5
(Open to anyone with a reason to be here; please keep in mind that an altercation is planned to occur between the duelist and a certain half-dragon. If you'd like to keep your eyebrows as they are, stay far away. But if not, come on in, friends! Earlier the better, before the roleplay develops too far and it becomes awkward.)
January 4, 24 CLE
The sparring pits. How abhorrently named.
Fiora wrinkled her nose as she strode in the with her older brother.. The air stank of sweat, drifting lazily through the early afternoon. The Grand Duelist sighed, adjusting her cape. As part of a notable Demacian family, it was unsaid but expected for the head of each family to visit the barracks, however occasionally, to share their expertise or to simply spectate.It was not a surprise to see some famed aristocratic families, like the Crownguards and Spiritmights, to be seen aiding or sparring with soldiers. However, the Laurents had stayed as far away as possible, only showing up when the general public began to really notice.
Adrien Laurent scoffed, eyes narrowed as he looked around the pits, looking at each fight with a look of slight disdain. "We should go back to the manor, ma souer. This is no place to fight. Our fighting hall puts this to shame."
Fiora's lips curved, barely concealing a smile. Already, a group of sweaty soldiers had noticed the pair, and had pointed, most looking interested or even awed ---some disdainful. Fiora turned away, choosing to ignore their looks and continued into the pits, feet kicking aside the raked sand. Adrien paused, and then followed, a hand unconsciously going to his rapier.
"As if we could teach these hoodlums to fight. Fou." he muttered.
Fiora turned around abruptly, a hand going up to her brother's lips, silencing him with a finger. "Frère, I do not vant to be here anymore than you. If you'd like, I renounce my request for your company. Mais...it would be poor form if our family did not even attempt to show up. Some would say even...rude." She smirked, mocking the idea, and turned slowly away, dropping her finger. Adrien bit his lip, looking chastised and embarrassed. He shot a look around the room. No doubt someone would notice and laugh. The youngest sister bullying her older brothers around! He shrugged it off; there was a reason she led the family.
Fiora took a deep breath to steady herself and instantly regretted it. It was definitely not like the fighting hall. Her brother and her stood, tall and proud, awaiting assistance. Someone must be on hand to introduce them to the environment.
Post by The Half-Dragon on Jan 9, 2014 6:41:21 GMT -5
Ah the sparring pits, one of the places Shyvana visited frequently. Mainly because it was a place where she could let out her anger and not be shouted at.
The Half-Dragon entered the area and looked around, most of the soldiers there she recognized some of them were from her company and others she had just seen a lot in here. Two figures however did stand out more than the other ones.
Shyvana was wearing her normal armor that the institute had decided to call Ironscale. It fit but she didn't like that people went around and gave her equipment names. Covering her hands were two halves of something that looked like a Dragon's head, it's teeth had recently been sharpened and she had intended to try them out on a simple target. Usually when she came down here she'd hit one of the warm up dummies once or twice to test out how sharp her gauntlets were. This she did not do this time.
Shyvana looked at the two who obviously did not belong in here, the first one turned around to talk to the other. "I'll be damn, Fiora in here?" Shyvana walied up to the two, coming from Fiora's left.
When she was close enough she smirked, it really was Fiora. Oh this was going to be fun. "I'm surprised that you were allowed down here, I had guessed you were too fancy to speak with non royals. Am I right, Fiora?"
Post by Liana Rainsword on Jan 9, 2014 8:08:18 GMT -5
Liana fallowed quietly behind her master as they made their runs through the sparing pits taking care of the soldiers that had been injured during their little scraps. "Come Liana keep up." The master barked as Liana tried to go as fast as she could on her short legs could carry her. The master stopped short of a meeting in progress nearly causing Liana to run into his backside. "why if it isn't lady Luarent and the half dragon" He spoke out quickly and professionally in an attempt to get their attention. Liana not being fond of nobles tried to shrink down behind her master as much as she possibly could.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Jan 9, 2014 18:29:30 GMT -5
The sparring pits. A place for soldiers to hone their skills, or pick up techniques used by others. Such as Lucas was doing. Watching the sparring soldiers carefully, he was looking for something to pick up, or something to be careful of. But everything changed when the two Laurents stepped in. Almost everything stopped and watched them. Lucas subconciously pulled the hood of his own blue and yellow cloak further over his hair.
When Shyvana spoke up, Lucas wondered how he had not noticed her. Then again, he had been on the look for shields the entire time. Shyvana and Fiora Laurent in one sparring room. I'd rather not get caught inbetween.
His eyes scanned the room, and his face, as far as it was visible, showed unpleasant expectations. His right arm grasped for his shield. A small part of him was curious about the man Fiora came with. He didn't know much of the noble families, and he wasn't about to ask. But if Fiora were to spar someone, even Shyvana. It would be worth a watch. Even if he was at risk of getting called out it.
I am a Pathfinder. I will do what everyone else thinks below him, because someone must do it. Call me dishonorable for it all you want. I serve justice, not honor. And Demacia, ofcourse.
Post by The Grand Duelist on Jan 9, 2014 20:41:50 GMT -5
Fiora had turned as Shyvana approached, her face impassive. She could feel her brother tensing as the other champion approached, thankfully human. She suppressed a smirk.
"Allowed?" she replied coolly, and she heard Adrien scoff indignantly. "What's stopping me from mingling with the middle class? Crownguards and Lightshields are here plenty of times. 'Ow should a Laurent be different?"
She paused, and glanced at Shyvana's gear. Her eyes fell upon the gauntlets, lips curving. How uncouth they looked. Dangerous, sure, but completely unrefined.
The Grand Duelist turned once more when Liana's master called out to the pair. She couldn't resist smiling as he called Shyvana 'the half-dragon'. "Bonjour," she replied, politely, not recognizing the man. Her eyes fell upon Liana, but quickly flicked back to her master. Some medic girl.
"What about you?" Adrien interrupted, directing his question at Shyvana. His eyes glittered with ill-concealed malice. He ran a hand through his dark hair, tousling it carelessly. "What challenge do these," he waved a hand around him, "infantry possibly scrounge up for someone like you? They're barely fit to sweep the barracks. What would a dragonborn want to do with them---unless they look tasty, perhaps?" He spat the word dragonborn out almost venomously.
Fiora let out a chuckle; Adrien was brash to the extreme, but the words he spoke were the ones Fiora thought.
Post by The Half-Dragon on Jan 10, 2014 2:12:23 GMT -5
"Oh but the Crownguards and Lightshields are different, they at least care about the people below them, unlike others in here." Shyvana replied to Fiira's first statement. There was one family Shyvana did not really understand, and that was the Laurents. How could one be so arrogant and not have ones title removed?
Sure Shyvana was arrogant at times, but nowhere close to Fiora's level. The sound of an older man came from the side, Shyvana payed him little to no attention at the moment. There was something much more interesting going on. When Adrien spoke to Shyvana she tilted her head and looked at him. He was right at one thing, the soldiers offered no challenge to her but she was there to observe and possibly help once in a while.
His voice was like venom, toxic and repulsive and the way he spat out Dragonborn annoyed Shyvana. Glaring at him she raised her right gauntlet, one of the teeth on the gauntlet just barely touched his skin, but he'd soon feel a warmth coming from the gauntlet itself.
"I can show you the true meaning of Dragonborn if you don't shut up. Moat of the men here served during the Invasion, and where were you? Hiding under the skirt of your sister?" She knew this action would have angered Jarvan had he seen her, but to talk down on the people that protected Demacia was low, even for a Laurent.
Post by The Grand Duelist on Jan 10, 2014 2:49:04 GMT -5
Fiora had stiffened slightly as Shyvana made her snide remark. A dark flush spread across Adrien's face as he too listened. What right did this woman have to callously question her family's compassion. If it wasn't for them...they would be short a few hundred weapons--and then Shyvana raised her gauntlet at Adrien, scraping the edge of it against his skin.
There was a gasp from the nearby soldiers, who were undoubtedly eavesdropping, as Shyvana made her last remark. Adrien skittered back as Shyvana's gauntlet began to heat up, his face a mixture of fear and anger.
'Insolent!' he snarled. 'Threatening a noble!' With a elegant sweep, he made for his rapier. Fiora acted then. Faster than a blink, her hand was on his wrist, stopping him from drawing his blade. Her eyes never moved from Shyvana's. She smiled coldly.
"I will give you a chance to retract those words, Shyvana. My brother 'ad his share of battle."
"Fiora," Adrien growled, breaking free of her grasp. "I do not need you to protect my pride. I can do it myself." He cheeks were dark red with anger, and he started forward again, but Fiora overrode him again.
"By insulting my brother, you 'ave insulted my family." the Grand Duelist continued. "You do not know what the Laurents had to endure during the Invasion."
Post by Liana Rainsword on Jan 10, 2014 4:58:21 GMT -5
Liana made a quiet fearful squeal and backed around the corner to hide if things got more violent. Her master didn't blame her, she was too gentle for violence however he wasn't about to have to treat severe injuries that could spread much farther then just a pair of nobles and a steaming dragonborn. "EHHEM" he attempted to but in before things got too hot. "If I may be so bold to suggest that you do this the proper way before you both end up tearing half the barracks apart." He attempted to suggest with hopes that the crowd that had gathered would move to the outer edges away from the seething flames that were about to stir.
Post by The Half-Dragon on Jan 11, 2014 8:38:38 GMT -5
The Half-Dragon smirked and pulled back her gauntlet from Adrien, the heat reduced and returned to normal. Looking at Fiora right before Adrien snarled at her, her eyes snapped back at him."I do not care whether you are noble or not, you do not deserve your title."
Oh how she had longed to say that, especially into their faces. "Retract my words? As if. The Half-Dragon thought and looked back at Fiora, her eyes glowing a little and a smirk on her lips. Now what could she do to humiliate Fiora in front of all these people? Continue to say the obvious things? Then the old man spoke again and mentioned the proper way. They were in the sparring pits after all.
Shyvana's smirk turned into a grin. She took a step back and looked around at the crowd that had gathered not too far away from them, turning back around the Half-Dragon looked Fiora straight into her blue eyes.
"I, Shyvana Daughter of Vaeroth, challenge you Fiora Laurent to a duel! We are allowed to what ever we want to use inside the pit. Or are you afraid of facing me? You are the Grand Duelist after all."
Post by The Grand Duelist on Jan 11, 2014 16:48:05 GMT -5
There was a quick intake from the crowd as Shyvana made her preposition. All the eyes in the room instantly fixated on Fiora, except for Adrien's, who eyed his surroundings tensely.
Fiora's looked briefly at Liana's master, and her head shook almost imperceptibly. Returning her glance to Shyvana, she calmly placed her hand on her rapier. She looked down at it briefly, and a small smile appeared on her face.
'Oui. And I, Fiora, daughter of Luc Laurent, accept your challenge.' Her eyes dropped to Shyvana's gauntlets. "I assume you will be using those...crude weapons." she simpered, before drawing her rapier. There was little flourish in the movement, but there was a grace within the way the noble held the rapier.
'Unorthodox, I 'ave to say.' Fiora continued, pointing the blade at Shyvana's feet. 'Lead on. You know this place better than I. Where?' she indicated around the sparring pits, her view obscured by the crowd beginning to form.
Her eyes flashed to Adrien, and their eyes met. He lowered his gaze; her rules were clear--he was not to interrupt.
Post by The Half-Dragon on Jan 11, 2014 18:16:50 GMT -5
Shyvana smiled when Fiora accepted her challenge, this was going to be entertaining for a moment at least. when Fiora commented on her 'crude' weapons Shyvana tilted her head. "And you will be using your tooth pick I assume?" She asked.
Her question was answered when Fiora pointed the rapier at her feet. She was told to lead the way and lead the way Shyvana would. Turning around without answering the question Shyvana would walk to the largest pit of those available. It didn't take her long to find it, after being in it several times Shyvana had learned the way there. The moment Shyvana entered the pit she stood in the middle and turned around, waiting for Fiora.
Once the Duelist entered the pit Shyvana would smirk. "To win one must make their oponent surrender or incapable of fighting. These are the terms I fight with and the one we will use. Is this understood?" The Half-Dragon asked and stretched her arms.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Jan 11, 2014 18:56:56 GMT -5
Lucas was watching the scene unfold, not noticing how his hand went towards his mouth when Shyvana's remark hit home. Fortunately, they were having a duel instead of randomly bursting into a fight. But Laurent's brother was straying dangerously close to the pair. He considered letting him get burned, but that was low, even to the standards of a peasant.
He walked over to Adrien while wondering how to talk to Laurent and decided to just take refuge in audacity. The family hated peasants anyway, it's hard to hate him more.
"Excuse me, Lord Laurent. I don't mean to interupt but at this range, you're in danger of getting scorched. You may want to take a step back. Or five." Lucas took a step back, preparing for the backlash his comments would cause.
I am a Pathfinder. I will do what everyone else thinks below him, because someone must do it. Call me dishonorable for it all you want. I serve justice, not honor. And Demacia, ofcourse.
Post by The Grand Duelist on Jan 12, 2014 3:19:33 GMT -5
Fiora had followed Shyvana silently as the half-dragon led her towards the empty pit. Her brother followed, and the rest of the crowd did the same, chattering to each other. The Grand Duelist entered the pit after Shyvana, taking her place a proper distance away. She kicked at the sand with a foot, feeling the texture of the gravel. Gritty, and something she was not unfamiliar with dueling on different grounds than the pristine Laurent hall.
She eyed Shyvana solemnly, her eyes wandering over the half-dragon's armor for any signs of weaknesses. Not many, unfortunately. But Fiora was a master at using her opponent's strengths against them. The Demacian shuffled her feet quickly, making sure to get a good grip on the ground.
" En garde, " she demanded, changing her stance. Fiora was ready.
-- -- --
Adrien watched as his sister stepped into the pit, his eyes wary. The half-dragon would not fight fair; her terms would've been laughed at by everyone in the noble's dueling community. He crossed his arms, huffing, eyes glued to the scene.
A voice snapped him out of concentration, and he blinked, turning to the man who said it. It was some soldier, from the look of his armor. His eyes focused on it, picking up the small dents and scratches on it. To a captain, it would've been a sign of battles fought and won. To a Laurent, it was...something different.
"What do you mean? Scorched?" he snapped, but stopped. He turned back to the two champions, his eyes on Shyvana. "Curse her...' he muttered. Did Fiora truly know what she was getting herself into?
Holding his retort, he grudgingly took Lucas's advice, walking towards the front of the crowd. Crossing his arms once more, he glanced at Lucas. They were of similar ages. He pursed his lips before beckoning Lucas closer.
"You seem to know a thing or two about the half-dragon. 'ow does she fight? Obviously not 'onorably. She wouldn't dare change into a beast." His last statement was almost a question, and to a practiced ear, almost fearful.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Jan 12, 2014 7:55:47 GMT -5
Lucas followed Adrien, folding his hood back so he could see the two better. He decided not to defend Shyvana herself. She could surely do that herself. When he asked her about Shyvana's fighting, Lucas answered as honestly as he could.
"How she fights? Relentlessly, Mylord. Perhaps in a nobles eyes, that is honorless, but to me, there is no honor in holding back. Your enemies won't, and for the course of a spar, your opponent is your enemy. The only thing she doesn't do is kill or maim. Atleast that's what I hear of the soldiers."
Lucas had long ago forged his own sense of honor. It was not a noble's honor, but a warrior's. Scout or not, more than one man had met his end to his blade. Lucas knew not to hold back to his enemies, and he knew the only way to teach others is to not hold back to them either.
I am a Pathfinder. I will do what everyone else thinks below him, because someone must do it. Call me dishonorable for it all you want. I serve justice, not honor. And Demacia, ofcourse.
Post by Liana Rainsword on Jan 13, 2014 6:30:22 GMT -5
Liana and her master fallowed the group quickly to the large Sparing pit. "Now Liana I want to you standby to tend to any wounds that the Laurents may sustain during their battle." The master ordered and immediately shushes Liana before she could even protest. "I believe that it is the best course of action to take care of our noble friends." He explained before take a walk around to a different location around the arena leaving Liana to fend for herself. Liana noticed Adrien backing from the pit with another soldier and as to fallow her masters orders decided to quietly approach the two though she remained silent.
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