Sir Knerac vs Ayame vs Orncaex

*Orncaex the dragon couldnt tell right yet just what sort of threat Ayame poses but he knows full well how much of a bother Knerac can be so he takes a sliding step forwards and shifts his weapon left across his chest then swipes wide and horizontal at the lady rat! Of course his entire movement looks diliberate and intent to strike at the lady but it is really a Feint. Even if she were struck with paralasis his blade would fall short and not clip her while his real attack sweeps in from Knerac's right. His tail comes complete with a battleaxe like boneblade which he can retract... And he means to hack the rat good on the chest

Orncaex rolls 1d20+3: 7+3 = 10
Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d20: 17
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 7

*Sir Knerac Softpaw blinked a bit at the attempt on Ayame, about to make a comment on attacking someone unknown. This bit of surprise caused his guard to falter, and while his arms brought the weapon to guard, they were too slow. The hit came across his chest, sending him back a foot or two with a grunt. He blinked a few times, groaning as he felt pain in his chest but ignored it. Steadily getting back up with his polearm as a guide.



*Ayame Nozawa would only partly lean back from the swinging of the sword the dragon swung at her. She would then notice it was a feint. She was too late to verbalize that to Knerac as the tail whipped out and slashed across his chest. She would lunge forward, spinning her wax wood staff, aiming it up at Orn's neck, she knew pressure points were on all living creatures and aiming for the side of the neck, a strong blow would often cause almost all creatures to seize up an be stunned for a moment, usually giving a chance to escape or to bind, should her attack land, the wood staff would hit right against the sensitive point on his exposed neck.

Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d20: 20
Orncaex rolls 1d20: 13


*Orncaex the dragon yelps sharply at the wooden crack that landed on a rather tender spot on his neck. Dragon anatomy is easy to get ahold of and learn so the lady finds out right away that she applied entirely too much pressure to the blow. This dragon isnt armored like other dragons and she needed much less force to apply the crippling system shock. He shuffles sort of crab like away from the pair stiff and almost unable to make a full range of motions and his face is twisted into a rather sharp expression of pain. he isnt defenseless though, his eyes glow a bright green as he focuses on the two infront of him. He can still form magic to attempt a defence but cant for the life of him get over the pain

*Sir Knerac Softpaw staggered a bit where he was, watching the weapon strike Orn so precisely. He couldn't help muttering to himself, 'Remind me not to piss her off..' He then watched the dragon begin backing off, and he shook his head. "Oh no you don't." He made his move, rushing forward and swinging the hammer of the polearm from right to left, trying to bring it against the dragons side to try and throw off any magic he was trying to form.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20+1d20: 19+4 = 23
Orncaex rolls 1d20: 17

*Orncaex the dragon does not have his magic thrown off but just... blown through. The rat feels the hammer connect with what feels like a rubber bubble but the blow had enough heft to it that the clear bubble around the dragon flexes and doesnt stop the blow entirely. There is a dull whine from his clenched jaw as he is batted twards Ayame and tips over onto his side, unable to maintain ballance with over half of his body in shock

*Ayame Nozawa would watch as soon as Knerac started to rush in and swing his hammer for the dragons side, she'd pivot on her foot, swinging her foot around in a wide arc, her heel aiming for the opposite side of the dragons head, aiming to catch him in his stumble with a swift kick to the cheek, using his own stumbling against him.
\Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d20+1d20: 14+4 = 18
Orncaex rolls 1d20: 2

[2019-05-22 00:26] Ayame Nozawa: (so advantage we just add the two numbers together, or is he going against the higher of the rolls, so mine would be 14?)
Orncaex: yes you got a 14
Orncaex: i however rolled a 2

*Orncaex was already on the way down and just got kicked in the face being absolutely unable to react to it or brace for it so... What senses he was about to regain get knocked right out of him. the stiffness sort of goes right into Limp and the silvery sword up and melts into harmless light. He definitly looks unconsious.

*Sir Knerac Softpaw took a couple of steps away from Ayame and went into guard again, this time a high guard. His focus came back, eerie calmness about the knight as he started strafing to the left as his ears started flickering. That tail of his though, moved up behind and up, doing something out of the way.

*Ayame Nozawa turning her attention to Knerac, watching as he went back into guard, she knew he wanted to fight her as well. She stepped, getting into stance her staff tucked up against the back of her arm. She'd bow to him as well. "You honor me with a fight." She says as she remains in stance, she would not attack first, that was quite obvious.

*Rakael is K.O. +1 winpoint for the lady rat and 1 assist to Knerac
Rakael: gonna sleep before i embaress myself too much more

*Sir Knerac Softpaw grinned lightly at that, "It is an honor to meet another of my kind worthy of fighting." It was a fleeting compliment, as he moved in to try and make short work of this fight. A quick step, and he was bringing the hammer down in a slamming attempt from above. His grip changed, climbing up on the pole as he did to try and put a bit more power behind it.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 19
Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d20: 18

Ayame Nozawa: (so close, what if we do tie?)
*Bones the Sergal usually get pregnant if you tie)
[2019-05-22 00:40] Rakael: XD !
*Sir Knerac Softpaw whaps bones
*Bones the Sergal is sure Adrestia told him to do that at junctions as such.

*Ayame Nozawa watched as Knerac would bring the heavy hammer up, she knew she had to get away but the movement was to quick. She'd bring her staff up to block the dropping of the hammer, and while the blow would be slowed, her staff would be snapped in half and the hammer would strike her shoulder, at a bit weaker blow than Knerac had planned, luckily the flexing and breaking of her staff mitigated the blow. She'd lightly grab the shaft of the hammer and would rush forward, bringing and elbow up looking to strike upwards against his chin, going to clock that jawline.

Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d20: 13
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 17

*Sir Knerac Softpaw got a devious smirk as the wooden weapon snapped, feeling his blow lighten up. It went, somewhat as planned, that much was certain. However, as the polehammer was taken in hand, and that elbow came in quick, his head ducked back as fast as that strike came in. He could feel the wind off it, even making a light chittering noise at that little fact. However, he responded in kind with that left leg suddenly coming up to kick her in the stomach and try and shove her backwards off his weapon.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 18
Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d20: 18

Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d10: 2
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d10: 8

*Ayame Nozawa her 'all-in' attack against Knerac would prove fruitless as her elbow barely brushed by him, she swore she could've felt the hair on his chin. She pushed his hammer up just as he kicked her,  luckily avoiding getting a blow to the back of the shoulder by the weapon crooking over her shoulder. Her movements were fluid, even in being kicked back as her hands reached over her shoulders and would grip the handles of the weapons on her back. She hesitates a moment before pulling them off and readies them. She would hold her blades at the ready, waiting for him to come at her once more. She would take a defensive stance with her blades.
[2019-05-22 01:10] *Sir Knerac Softpaw eyed the weapons with a newfound cautiousness, knowing that hook weapons can be combined or used in grappling attempts. He was breathing a bit rougher, but showed no signs of wearing out as his tail drifted back into view. It was wielding its own blade, a war dagger that was latched on and dragging against the ground. He started to strafe again, moving his weapon to a middle guard, point facing Ayame as he steadied himself into a defense.

Bones the Sergal: (a Skaven Standoff)
Sir Knerac Softpaw: Also just to so people know what I meant by being combined [kungfubrothers.com]

*Ayame Nozawa watching him slowly start to strafe, she'd slowly pivot on her heel to keep up with him. Her eyes on his feet would be drawn to his tail, and the knife that it drug, it seems she should start to carry a hidden blade as well. "Thank you, for the fight, it is quite exhilarating." First attack had already happened, so she wasn't going to hold back. Lunging forward, she'd attempt to hook one blade right past the head of the hammer and would attempt to pull the hammer from his trip with a sharp jerk back, going to disarm him instead of right out attacking, if she was able to, she'd attempt to throw it back over behind her, and into the stands, to take his weapon from him.

Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d20: 14
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 17

Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d20: 9
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 8

*Aura BellaFiora relaxes in the stands and enjoys the bout in progress, waving around a Knerac flag.

*Sir Knerac Softpaw chittered as she suddenly lunged, and when it got caught he attempt to pull her off guard to no avail. There was a moment of pause, the air tense as he looks at her with a grin. "This fight has been good so far...to bad it has to end!" The last word shouted as he suddenly pushed forward with his polearm, attempting to drive the spike against her chest, using her hook sword as a guide in. His tail went forward to go for her left leg, attempting to cut and weaken her in case his spike misses the target.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 16
Ayame Nozawa rolls 1d20: 13

*Ayame Nozawa she hooked her sword on the back of his hammer, and as she pulled back, it seemed they were at a tug of war. She smiles, "everything comes to an end." She was just about bring her second blade up to try and immobilize his weapon in her hooks, when he suddenly shoved forward. A bit distracted she'd feel the blunt impact of the hammer against the center of her chest, she'd grunt out and, could tell something wasn't right. Her eyes slowly drifted down to the hammer, her arms no responding, not even registering the slice to her leg. She'd attempt to say something, but would only cough up blood. She drops down to her knees and would drop her weapons. She reaches up and tries to push the hammer away, but then realized there was a spike sticking half a foot right into the center of her chest. Her weight shifts back, she was finished, only being held up by the spike in her chest, controlled by his movements.

*Sir Knerac Softpaw watched her carefully, and nodded lightly. "All comes to an end.." It was ominous in as much tone as it was his expression. He stepped back, dragging her down to her knees with the polearm. He muttered a soft prayer, more out of habit than anything else. His following movement was fast and fluid; the spike was ripped out as he stepped back and spun with the hammer with all his force. It slammed into her skull, hard enough to knock her out colder than a frost dragon at the arctic circle; sending her crumpling to the ground. In a real war, she'd be left to die, or he'd finish her off by making the second strike, but it wasn't war.

A sharp breath, as he lowered his weapon and moved to her body. "...But not everything is meant to end this day." He leaned down, picking her up and walking her out of the ring bridal style. The wounds they suffered would heal, and her death would be reverted or even avoided. He would need to get her to the bathhouse to get her cleaned up. Not all the wounds would be healed perfect and the blood would remain. Though, for now, he moved to set her down against the wall of the arena's stadium, watching her to make sure she woke up or at least started breathing again. "Come on Mi'lady, wake up.."

*Ayame Nozawa the world around her was fading away as her eyes remained up at him. As he ripped the spike from her chest, a small gush of blood would follow it, and then as he turned, she would just be knocked into darkness...

The darkness wouldn't last though, a ringing in her head and the distant voice call of "come on mi'lady, wake up" Is all she would hear. But still no breath. She'd suddenly gasp a deep breath and her eyes would slowly open. "Did get the name of that horse that kicked me in the head?" She'd say softly as she cupped the sides of her head, there was still a violent ringing in her ear. "I lost?"

*Sir Knerac Softpaw nodded lightly with a smile as she gasped and spoke. "Heh, you lost but you were close to getting me as well." He said with a bit of modesty, though he starts to help her up as best as he can. "We do need to get you washed up though, can't let you sleep in your own blood." He chittered lightly, working to help her while checking her eyes for any signs of other pain. His tail slipped up to her waist, the blade put away, to help keep her up as one arm was moved over his shoulder.

*Ayame Nozawa looked down at her chest, the blood that gushed from her chest wound had stained her clothing, and she hadn't even registered the blood matting her hair down either. She wasn't very heavy so he was able to get her right up. She wasn't limpy or anything. The cut on her leg would heal quickly and since it was shallow there was no real residual pain in her leg. The ache was right in the center of her chest and abit on her breasts as he kind of gave them a good hit. Her head was the worst part, just a dull ringing and the worst hangover headache ever. "Thank you, you're too kind." She kind of forgot it, but she was going to have to fix her staff later as well.