Post by The Animal Spirit on Mar 11, 2013 11:08:32 GMT -5
At the entrance of the training hall, a large, bestial man could be seen watching the two. Udyr shifted his shoulders, moving the animal hides that decorated his body. He crossed his arms, showing the sheer girth of the sculpted muscles, and observed the training session. If it was not up to his standards, he may step in himself to test this man.
Udyr would observe and analyze the movements, the techniques, the stances of the two fighters to their finest details, despite his distance from the two. Those who knew Udyr also knew that he could see even this far away from someone. And so, he watched.
The proof that the state is a creation of nature and prior to the individual is that the individual, when isolated, is not self-sufficing; and therefore he is like a part in relation to the whole. But he who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.
John's right foot took a step back as he held his staff along his arm length, poking out slightly from his hand. He had to get past those blades, a strike through them would be silly. But while he was thinking on the inside, on the outside he continued to keep his calm, relaxed demeanor. That look though he had seen it before, usually of course the person giving that look was equipped with a knife or some makeshift weapon.
His eyes widened as she lunged and he took another step back, his staff extended outwards and was gripped with both hands as he aimed a jab for her chest. This was going to be a difficult fight there was no doubting it, not only was she a champion but... That weapon she wielded he was unsure really how to fight against something like that. Wasn't going to stop him from trying of course. After the strike he would have to quickly retract the staff before she could respond and most likely attempt to knock it out of his hands.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Mar 17, 2013 5:45:29 GMT -5
Irelia pretty much predicted the jab that was aimed at her chest, and with her swift agility, she managed to avoid the strike and lock down his staff with her blades, putting it down to John's feet. She glanced at him, her green eyes seemed like they were burning, filled with strength and determination to put down the man on his own knees. A light chuckle slipped out of her throat as she continued to stare at him intently, the staff still locked down because of her blades.
"It seems like you're unable to move your own weapon, or... am I wrong?"
John wasn't able to pull out in time and so, his staff was now locked in place and quickly moved downwards. He looked up at her and back down at his staff, tugging on it with no real effect. He looked back at her eyes, which were at this point on fire. It was obvious she was determined to beat him, something he hadn't seen, which made sense considering the riff raff he's fought. He chuckled with a stutter. "Heh.. Heh.. Hehehe..."
He looked back down at his staff and quietly tugged at it before replying. "Uh.. N-Nope, it's just a setback. A minor one. I'm sure I can get it out." He tugs on it again to no avail. "I'm sure I'll think of something." Another tug. "This never happens I swear." His eyes moved back to hers, watching her. He expected something and knew full well he'd probably need to ditch his weapon and dodge soon. He knew full well he would lose this fight but, he might as well make the most of it. A smile formed out of pure determination.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Mar 19, 2013 6:22:46 GMT -5
Irelia stared back at him with her fiery eyes, Jon's staff still locked down by her razor edged blades. The Captain was merely holding back her strength but it seemed like the man was already losing it. The expression on his face forced a grin upon her lips, she was highly amused by the situation as she watched him struggle to release his weapon. "What a frail man" She thought to herself when suddenly, four spiritual blades hovered over her shoulders, pointing at Jon with the intention of piercing his flesh and bringing him pain.
But of course, it was all part of what Irelia had in mind, she wanted to see if he could manage to hold himself against the fearsome intimidation he was facing. It was all a mind game, she was testing his will and his mental strength more than his physical strength, because she had standards and she was seeking for more than just a strong physical man to be part of her guard.
Her lips cracked open as she spoke to him with her cold and blank voice, still locking her gaze with his eyes as her words slipped out of her throat almost in a threatening way.
"Will you be able to withstand the pain you're about to go through Jon?"
John continued to hold onto his staff as he watched her, it was plenty obvious to him he'd probably have to ditch the thing. He just had to last as long as possible. Ignore the pain, difficult but possible. That's when he saw the flour blades hovering over her. An audible gulp as he knew full well what was about to come his way. His hands loosened their grip on the weapon as he readied himself to dodge, it would be difficult at this close of range... But... If he could at least dodge one it would help.
There she was sizing him up as he as continued to keep a close eye on the blades, the question was which one would fire first. This standoff could only end poorly and he knew that. But giving up would just make him look weak and so he continued to stare back at her with a grim determination at this point.
As she spoke he thought back to that fight in Piltover, those daggers. He still wasn't sure how he lived through it. A quick shake of his head and he responded after some silence, a single word as his eyebrows narrowed.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Mar 19, 2013 6:58:43 GMT -5
"Very well..."
Said Irelia as briefly as possible before suddenly, her leg kicked off at an incredible speed and connected with Jon's skull throwing him off a few feet away from his staff as she released it from the grasp of her blades. She glanced at him lying on the ground, a devious grin curved up on her lips as her eyes flashed when suddenly, the spiritual blades all hurled towards him, only to find themselves stuck next to him on the wooden floor, letting out a resonation of steel when they made contact with the wood.
The Captain gathered her blades together, forging back her sword as she slowly started to walk towards him, a satisfied smile lying on her expression. When she reached him, she knelt down on one of her knees and extended her arm to help the man get back on his feet, her eyes were less threatening and her face seemed to have regained its friendly aura.
"I guess we're done... Maybe I have underestimated your will, but you do have some potentials after all."
He braced for the impact, waiting for the blades to make contact. Time almost slowed for him as his adrenaline pumped, still didn't prepare him for what was to come as suddenly he felt an intense pain in his forehead as her leg connected with his skull. He grabbed his head and grit his teeth. "Ffffffuuuu." This was going to give him one hell of a headache later. He saw her stand over him, his hands moving away from his head. She was enjoying herself from what that grin was telling him. Not sure if the same could be said about him. His arms instinctively covered his face as the blades were shot out, only to hit the floor around him. He glanced over to them and sighed in relief. He once again chuckled, couldn't be helped for some reason. Something about it was humorous.
He grabbed her hand and let her help him back up, stumbling and grabbing his head, shaking it again to regain his senses. He slowly blinked and smiled widely.
"Thanks, you are quite the fighter. Did not see the kick coming at all."
Post by The Animal Spirit on Mar 19, 2013 10:01:32 GMT -5
"Tch..." The beast man was not impressed with what he had seen. If she said he had potential though, he knew better than to argue with Irelia on this point. This John fellow, however?
Udyr stormed towards the two and within moments was towering over Irelia, staring at John. "Irelia," he grunted in a threatening tone. "May we speak with this...man? We will be brief, and only inflict harm if need be."
From what one may have heard of the Animal Spirits, to see him ask permission of anyone would be a shock in of itself. This would beg the question: how skilled, powerful, however you wanted to label her, was Irelia that even the beast man knew to ask before acting?
The proof that the state is a creation of nature and prior to the individual is that the individual, when isolated, is not self-sufficing; and therefore he is like a part in relation to the whole. But he who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.
John shook as he caught sight of The Animal Spirit. He didn't even realize he was around. He stared back at Udyr completely unsure what to even think. An eyebrow slowly raised as he paused. Was... Was he implying something? He stayed silent as it seemed like it would be the best thing he could do. He glanced back at Irelia and waited for her response to Udyr's question.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Mar 23, 2013 11:36:26 GMT -5
Irelia's shoulders perked up as soon as Udyr's rough and deep voice crept inside her ears. The Captain faced the man with a greeting smile and slightly bowed, giving him the respect he deserved for who he was.
Although she was a bit surprised by his presence... Was he watching them? Or did he just come in here by following his instincts? Well it didn't matter. Irelia looked over her shoulder, glancing at John briefly before turning back her attention to Udyr.
"If you wish to test his might, I'll be glad to see it, it'll give me another perspective to judge his strength.."
Said Irelia in a rather blank and calm voice. However, she was slightly worried for John since she didn't really went all out on him, and she knew very well that the Animal Spirit never holds back in a fight, so John had to be prepared and very wary of the next duel.
Post by The Animal Spirit on Mar 23, 2013 19:07:35 GMT -5
Udyr's fist rocketed at John's chest, his Bear aspect granting him an insane burst of speed. He made no tell of aggression, and the blow would send John soaring through the air.
Once he landed, Udyr would motion to John to come towards him. "Come, face the indomitable Udyr. Face your death."
Udyr would patiently wait for John to stand back up, collect himself, and to attack the beast man. To others watching, this would most certainly be a death sentence. Irelia, however, knew that despite his gruff tone of voice, he was not aiming to kill John, or else he already would have, or at least would have aimed to inflict a mortal wound.
The proof that the state is a creation of nature and prior to the individual is that the individual, when isolated, is not self-sufficing; and therefore he is like a part in relation to the whole. But he who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.
John had blinked for a second when suddenly an intense pain and he felt himself reeling back. He thuds against the ground, dazed. Two fights in one day, and both with champions. Yup he was going to probably die today. He slowly pushed himself up, feeling shaky. He smiled and wiped some sweat from his forehead.
Might as well charge in and see what happens, he broke into a sprint towards Udyr, completely nervous about his hastily made attack plan. If it worked of course. John was sure even if his plan worked it wouldn't help much. But... Worth a try.
His staff extended outwards and the butt of it swung in an uppercut aimed for his jaw. But before it would hit he would stop and instead thrust forward, aiming for his chest.
Post by The Animal Spirit on Mar 25, 2013 21:15:25 GMT -5
The beast man watched John charge him, not moving. He would stare at the man's feint for his chin, not responding, and would allow the staff strike his chest. John's hands would start to shake and hurt, as though he had struck a solid block of iron, the beast man's Turtle aspect most likely being the cause.
"How will you react when you face death itself?" Udyr grabbed the staff and yanked John towards him. "Worm or man? Coward or brave?"
Udyr's free hand cricked, and rocketed forward at John's face. Though it was fast, if John kept his cool and read the beast man's body language, he would be able to avoid it, and possibly gain a short lived advantage. If he panicked, Udyr would pluck out one of his eyes.
The proof that the state is a creation of nature and prior to the individual is that the individual, when isolated, is not self-sufficing; and therefore he is like a part in relation to the whole. But he who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.
John's eyes went wide as his blow hit, and his own hands started to hurt instead. A grunt as his grip loosened and he let loose a flurry of muttered swear words. Suddenly he felt his own weapon pulled and was now staring up at Udyr. His eyes flashed a hint of nervousness but he held firm as his hands pulsated in pain, opting to stay silent. He knew full well what was about to most likely come his way though and holding onto the staff would only make matters worse. So he would have to do something stupid, his fists balled and a hint of a smirk showed.
He could see it coming, just had to wait for the moment. His breathing slowed and he immediately ducked down as the fist was sent his way, and now to probably break his own hands. He sent a few fast jabs into Udyr's gut, at least as many as he was allowed... Or until his hands gave in.
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