Post by The Will of the Blades on Jan 21, 2014 18:49:17 GMT -5
August 23rd, 23 CLE.
The wind blew upon the crowded arena where the Guards trained and gathered up every day to remain strong and surpass their physical capabilities. Their leader wished that they would become true warriors that feared nothing and were truly powerful with only one thing in mind: Protect Ionia at all costs from any threats it could face. The Guards stood straightly, shoulders perked up as the loud melody of Irelia's armor echoed in the air while she walked by them. A stern look washed over her face as her icy gaze scanned the area at a quick pace, carefully taking notes of who was there and who wasn't. None of them dared to look at her, as manly as they could be, Irelia still frightened them and her piercing gaze could make one of them freeze up for an entire minute even when her cold move away from their figure.
Irelia's enthusiastic sword circled around her, completely excited about the upcoming challenge she imposed upon one of her students. She could hear its impatience in the depth of her soul which was a first in such a long time. Usually it was anguished, worried and angry, but today seemed like a rather joyful day for her sword, and maybe not for her opponent. Irelia called John to meet her at the training fields for a spar, a spar which will determine his worthiness and whether or not he could receive her training and be a member of her elite group. If he is able to draw blood, then she would accept him upon her ranks, but if does not, then he would have to take his leave and either become stronger to face her again or simply give up.
The Captain was pretty confident, she was determined to push John to his limits and even defy them; she wanted to see what he was truly capable of. Her glacial gaze remained focused, and one could see the flames burning within her pupils as she patiently waited for her opponent to arrive at the fields while her sword stopped circling around her and stood beside her, hovering above the ground as it also waited for John.
This was it, this was what he trained for, give himself meaning, purpose. Part of him still wondered what the hell he just got himself into. He was still used to fighting bandits and the like, common trash. But this was different, he knew full well how damn good the Captain was at this kind of thing. It was exactly what John was training for though. He spent everyday since that first spar training his body. No losing today, go big or go home. That's how it went right?
He approached the arena, calm steps. Taking deep breaths to calm himself as he finally stepped onto the arena itself, his eyes meeting the Captain's. He could see the look in her eyes and knew exactly which one that was. For once though he wasn't going to just avert his eyes like usual. No, he was going to meet her icy gaze with his own. Remember... No fear.
He straightened out his stance, his hands at his sides. His fingers continuously flexed in and out. He brought his retractable sword today for this one, no point in using the better one given by the Captain for a spar. Too damn sharp anyway. No he was fine with using his, hell the noise it made when it extended to it's length was morale boosting enough.
John was obviously taking this more seriously than before. Not that his first spar wasn't serious, but it did have a lot of silly banter. Even he realized it. No tricks either, none of his gadgets were going to come into use, not that he used them before on her but to him... What would he learn out of it? The whole point of this was to prove he could do it, without his gadgets. Just a sword and some guts. A fair fight that's what he aimed for anyway. His only real equipment was the armor he had on, if it could be called that. Black leather, forearm guards and of course knee and elbow pads. No coat, no hood.
This was it, moment of truth.
Last Edit: Jan 25, 2014 13:24:56 GMT -5 by John Cole
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jan 23, 2014 14:19:23 GMT -5
"You are late." Growled the Captain who pierced his eyes with her own. Her arms remained folded while the cold wind raced through the training court and stung Irelia's soft skin. Calculation and tactical thoughts invaded her mind as her eyes analyzed his weapon; it was a rather dull blade, she could not feel that there was a real connection between his blade and himself; it was just a mere weapon with no real history to it.
The real test has begun, Irelia knew that John improved since their very first spar where she completely brought him down on the ground with no difficulty whatsoever. Although she had a feeling that John hasn't reached yet the level of potential she was truly expecting but then again, she may be wrong, and that is the reason why she brought him here today.
A sigh reached out of her lips as her sword moved in front of her and challenged John. Her gaze met his eyes again as she simply said. "You get the honor to go first."
John chuckled, thinking to himself. "Just like last time..." This was going to be tough, he knew how her blades worked it was just actually getting past them. In essence he was fighting more than one opponent. Actually cutting her was another means entirely. Guess he could just wing it. She has to have some kind of weakness, everyone does. He just needs to find an opening and punch through it. Maybe play it defensive then when the timing is just right, a quick strike should finish it...
Right... A quick roll of the shoulders and he quickly flipped the handle of his blade, the sides fluttered out, revealing the blade inside, as he caught it a quick squeeze caused the blade to extract to its full length, the noise of steel resounding. This was it.
He bowed at her politely and slowly moved forward. his sword raised and ever at the ready. As he got close he would stop and keep his own blade in between hers, his eyes darting from her back to the blade. While she did say for him to go first, he actually wanted her to make the first move. Fact was she was the better of the two here. Caution and precise strikes would win him the day. No craziness like last time. "You first." He responded as an enthusiastic grin slowly formed, time to prove his worth.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jan 24, 2014 1:20:04 GMT -5
The Captain huffed, the battle had not started yet and he already committed a mistake. She did not mind going first at all, but his cockiness and overconfidence ticked Irelia as her sword let out a loud growl while she prepared herself. Her eyes still calculated the fields and his weapon to decide on what to do and how to proceed in this battle. She didn't display any sign of confidence nor was she zealous; she remained calm and cold as the silence rose up in the training court.
A sharp and deadly smirk drew on her lips as her sword suddenly dove towards the man as a whole before splitting into four pieces that would each attempt to strike the man from four directions at a fast speed: North, East, South, and West. Irelia however, remained still and kept her position while her sword opened the battle.
John continued to watch her blades, his stance lowering, ready to move at a moments notice, his eyes on her blade. Gotta time it right, just wait for it. Too soon and she can easily reorient the positioning of those blades, too late and he takes a hit. John's feet shifted, digging into the sand as the Captain's sword shot towards him and split up. He immediately dove into the sand, rolling away from the area and pushing himself up, going back into his defensive stance. His eyes once again darted from the blade to her.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jan 25, 2014 3:43:38 GMT -5
She was not disappointed, yet not impressed either, but was being too passive, not enough courage was being put to display and it made Irelia wonder. Her sword came back to her and levitated in front of her before she quickly dashed with it towards John, aiming at his right arm. The determination ignited into flames in her eyes and this was the time where she was going to go in with nearly all of her strength. The Guards gazed at Irelia in awe as they remembered all their first spar and terrible it was for a few of them. Some even failed and had to come back a few weeks or months later to face the Captain again.
The sound of teeth grinding. Least he was sure he'd be providing more of a challenge than before. Hell she seemed to be getting more into it anyway. He was about to make a move when suddenly in a flash she was on him. His left foot sprung forward to dodge the right most blades while his own sword deflected one, that was when the searing pain hit. One had made its mark, the lower one he was sure as his forearm was where the pain came from. Dammit he made a mistake, right. Could've been worse, least the armor took a small amount of the blow, given her blade that was acceptable. Stitches later, first the counter attack. That dash meant she was close enough, and his step forward drew him slightly closer. He took a step forward and aimed a stab for her right shoulder.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jan 25, 2014 14:36:13 GMT -5
Irelia's silver hair were dancing in the air as the wind lifted them up, emphasizing their elegance. She could hear the steel growling in the atmosphere as it reached for John, two of them missing by a bit while the third clashed with the man's steel and drifted away. However the fourth struck his forearm and released the bright life essence of the man, painting the floor with red droplets as it went back to the Captain.
Her eyes caught the blade that was aimed at her shoulder; the battle shouts of John's sword echoed in her mind as it drew closer and closer to her; but alas, it did not reach its target as Irelia's sword barely stopped it in the midst of its track, holding it tightly in its grasp while Irelia glared at the man with her glacial eyes. The emerald orbs reflected the fire that was burning within them and with that, the Captain threw a sublime kick at John, aiming for his guts.
John grinned as his blade was stopped, his adrenaline was fully pumping by now. Course he also remembered very quickly the last time this happened. Better to pull it out quickly before she acts upon it again. With a quick and forceful pull he dislodges his sword, the momentum causing him to spin, with the intent of slashing at the Captain. Which was stopped as her boot connected with his gut. He stumbled back, clutching at it in pain. "F-Fuuck." He muttered.
He kept a single hand on his side, and dug his feet back into the ground, prepared for the possible and swift counterattack he might have coming his way.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jan 26, 2014 14:52:18 GMT -5
The flames of the battle were roaring in Irelia's heart as she remained focused and chained her relentless attacks. The sand kicked in the air as John managed to release his sword from her sword's grasp but despite that, the Captain's eyes remained on their target. Her sword split into four blades again who danced around the Ionian as she quickly ordered them to strike John's skull with their flat.
A chuckle came out of John, he was enjoying this. He needed to go on the attack at one point, at least close the distance. He broke into a run, sand being displaced as he charged forward, sword raised. He watched her blades dance around her then quickly head towards him again. Use your momentum... Waiting for the right moment he rolled under the blades, hoping to get past them. Sand kicked up into the air as his feet hit the ground. He huffed and swung his leg out in a low sweeping kick aimed at the Captain's legs.
Last Edit: Jan 26, 2014 17:11:41 GMT -5 by John Cole
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jan 26, 2014 17:24:18 GMT -5
Irelia expected her blades to hit the man but was caught off guard as he managed to roll out of their reach and ran straightly towards her. Still under the effect of the surprise, she did not pay attention to the sweep and found her feet above the ground as her body fell down on the ground with a loud thud. The screeching melody of her armor echoed in the court as the spectators looked shocked at the current display. Grains of sand covered the Captain's silver hair as they jumped in the air, her eyes briefly gazed at the azure sky before she quickly came back to herself.
She rolled back on her feet swiftly and elegantly while her sword remained behind John, a gruesome grin drew upon her lips as she separated the sword into two parts. One of them quickly dashed towards the man, aiming to hit his right shoulder from behind while the other part also split into two and rushed at the man from his left and right side. If John noticed the sword coming from behind, it would leave him a rather suspicious opening at Irelia, however if he didn't, it would brutally stab him in the shoulder and leave him incapable of using his right arm effectively.
As his leg swept her feet from under he would use the momentum to spin around. That was when it hit him, as he spun he saw her blade start to detach. That's not good. He needed to act now, no thought just do something. Irelia is the key... But she was just a bit too far and the blades were coming at him at speed. He really didn't want to turn his back towards Irelia, but it might be the only way. He waited for the right moment and ducked under the blade heading for his shoulder, then fell to his knees and hit the ground in an attempt to dodge the flanking blades.
Last Edit: Jan 27, 2014 13:23:33 GMT -5 by John Cole
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jan 27, 2014 11:07:54 GMT -5
Irelia noticed the mistake John has committed by turning his back to her; a big mistake indeed that Irelia always frowned upon and punished her Guards if they ever did such thing. It will not be any different to John and Irelia was determined to make him pay for such mistake. Her soul ignited, the chi of her spirit began to manifest itself as four blades slowly came to live above the Captain. They were sharp, deadly and ready to strike the man at her command.
With a swift movement from her arm, Irelia aimed at John's shoulders and legs with her Transcendent blades, ordering them to rush at him at full speed in order to end the battle and punish him.
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