Ahura vs Kirfkin

*Kirfkin Silvercloud slowly meanders her way in towards the armory, to take a close look at all of the available equipment.

*Ahura makes her way through the Ludus, armor strapped on and her zweihander in a half-sheath on her back. She heads through the training area and around towards the arena, she knew Kirfkin would be around, as well. She walks into the arena and picks up handfull of dirt and rubs it in her palms before digging her feet into the dirt as well, getting her feet a bit dirtied up as well. She wouldn't draw her sword yet, she was waiting for her opponent to show.

*Kirfkin Silvercloud eventually makes her way back out of the armory and towards the arena. She's wearing predominantly light armor; a sturdy gambeson with some light plate spaulders and couters, with sturdy studded vambraces. Similarly, light plate covers her shins, and thick leather gloves (with her claws conveniently visible and quite usable) certainly give her a degree of freedom to pursue a variety of fighting techniques. Her feet themselves are bare, and just wrapped tightly. Finally, a thick hood sets over her head, perhaps hiding additional protection beneath it, though certainly nothing full-faced. As she steps closer to the arena, it's apparent that she's got a longsword strapped to her side, a short sword at the other, and a dagger near her foot. As she steps into the arena, she closes her eyes and exhales slowly. "Ready when you are, jackal."

*Aura BellaFiora finds somewhere to quietly observe, unsure of whether to root for her fellow gorgeous flatchest or the attractive jackal woman.

*Ahura clenches her fists as Krifkin walks into the arena she smiles and with a twist of her head, her neck cracks and she smiles. "Hope you're ready for a thrashing. This..." she motions around. "Is my arena, I've only been bested by the Lady of the Ludus, and I took it easy on her because I can't stand the thought of hurting her." Smiles. "But you're not her, so, don't hold back, because I'm not going to." She'd pivot one foot back and reach back over her shoulder, grabbing the hilt of her zweihander. She would wait for Kirfkin to start to respond, if she did, or just a few seconds if Kirfkin didn't respond, before she'd dash forward suddenly, hoping to catch her off guard. She'd give a heavy downwards swing towards the hooded charr, right leg, she assumed that would be her lead leg, and starting with a heavy slash against that, would give her a better opportunity  against her opponent.

Ahura rolls 1d20+3: 6+3 = 9
Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20: 10

*Kirfkin Silvercloud exhales deeply, slowly lifting her gaze toward Ahura. She stands still for a moment as Ahura speaks, then pounds a fist against her chest. She takes a loose ready stance, keeping her right leg forward (as it was indeed her dominant side) and her hands on the hilt of her blade. As Ahura rushes forward, she finally slides the longsword from its sheath a few moments before contact. With a level of deftness, she flicks the blade in the way of Ahura's strike, bracing with one hand on the hilt, and the other somewhere towards the tip. Even with mitigating the force by sliding her own blade along the jackal's and eventually pushing it out of the way, it still meant she had to take a step into a somewhat inferior position.

Then, with a grunt -- rather than immediately striking with the blade, she instead tries to create space by 'cross-checking' or shoving Ahura back with with the blunt side of it instead, trying to gain better control of her own space rather than trying to wound the jackal from an inferior position.

Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20: 3
Ahura rolls 1d20: 20
Kirfkin Silvercloud: ((Strong defense, giving her an optional +2 bonus that she'll presumably take for her next attack.

*Ahura as the clank of metal on metal deflected her blade into the dirt of the arena floor, she'd quickly recover, her heavy sword was easily maneuvered in her hands. She'd take a half step back, and bring the flat of her blade up to meet with Kirfkin's attempt. She'd hold her ground, not being pushed back at all.

Grinning she'd start to push back, "Dangerous up close too.." She would suddenly shove over the crossed blade, shoving one of her crescent pegs down at the her right shoulder, it seemed to be her strong arm, it would cause her to have to grab her blade, but she'd step back, and if the crescent caught into Kirfkin's shoulder, she'd rip  her blade back, giving it a nasty slice, not quite behind the collar bone.

Ahura rolls 1d20+3+2: 6+3+2 = 11
Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20: 10
Kirfkin Silvercloud: ((So, that'll be a wound to that arm.
Ahura: (mhmm)

*Kirfkin Silvercloud pushed her blade valiantly back against Ahura, certainly making quite a struggle for the stronger woman -- though a struggle the smaller charr would ultimately not win. Falling just short of being pressed back onto a knee, she gasps as the sharp hooked peg of the blade stabs into her shoulder; then again an even more exasperated gasp as Ahura  tears it right back out, sending blood flying and running down her armor, and quite literally ripping the small epaulet from her shoulder. "F-fuck!"

Until she's able to regain control of the blade, with it predominantly being supported by her right hand, the point falls toward the ground, though she doesn't lose her grip on it. Once again to try making space, this time she slips her left arm towards her short sword and fires off a quick slash towards Ahura's nearest leg, given her own slightly lowered position. ((Presumably, if it's forward, it would be the outside of Ahura's left leg or the inside of her right leg that would get hit if this happens to land.))

Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20+-2: 16+-2 = 14
Ahura rolls 1d20: 3

*Smolred waves a flag for Ahura
*Twitch Swiftstep Cheers for Kirfkin!
*Aura BellaFiora suddenly decides to start cheering for Ahura.  "Show this Charr where flat-chests like her and me belong, jackal!"

*Ahura was sure she was on the winning side she ripped the peg from Kirfkin's shoulder only to have her blade lash out and strike her left thigh. The hit was solid causing her to knee to knock inwards slightly as she gasped out as she was struck between the chainmail and shinguard she wore. She felt the blade slice deep and she hobbled back slightly, having to favor her left leg now as she stood a bit wobbly on it. She would have positioned her blade into a tail guard (profile pic) and would growl out, she wasn't quite as steady as before.

Still she'd lash out, bringing her blade upwards, in a twisting slash, aiming for Kirfkin's forward leg as well, she was swinging from her left to right, aiming to give her the same treatement as she was given.

Ahura rolls 1d20+3: 5+3 = 8
Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20: 3

*Ayame Nozawa isn't cheering from the stands, but is observing quietly. Possibly even taking notes.

*Kirfkin Silvercloud chuffed a bit as her own strike had sent fire through the opposite shoulder as her muscles pulled from the intensity of the strike. It didn't give her much time to react to Ahura's own counter strike. She meekly raised her longsword with her wounded hand, trying to put it in front of Ahura's blade. Even if it got there, it was easily beaten out of the way, sending the jackal's blade tearing right into her right leg, almost causing her to fall right back onto her ass. She cries out in pain as both of her wounds burned like molten iron; blood dripped viciously out of her quivering leg. "Is that all you've got?!" Her voice was a bit hoarse at this point, but she's quite the tough little kitten.

Still not in a good spot to really exchange hands from her longsword, she can at least use  her wounded right arm to push the blade into the ground and bring her back into a much more upright position. She lunged forward; feinting with a strike toward Ahura's left side, but then immediately shifting into a stab right at her torso.

Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20+-2: 11+-2 = 9
Ahura rolls 1d20+-2: 9+-2 = 7

*Ahura the slice would make her swing wide, a bit too wide this time, she gasps out as a blade is plunged in between the plates in her armor, She'd grit her teeth, the blade didn't make it too deep, but any stab to the gut was a bad stab. Her left leg was a bit wobbly still and she was forced to step back heavily on it. Her left hand would be gripping on the leather wrapped area between her hilt and her parrying pegs on her blade and with a swift motion she'd try to grab a hold of Kirfkin's left wrist, with her right hand, while at the same time bringing her sword, pommel first, right at Krifkin's mouth, she'd be using the full 15lb weight of the sword in a heavy blunt blow.

Ahura rolls 1d20+3: 1+3 = 4
Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20+-2: 11+-2 = 9

*Kirfkin Silvercloud quickly rips her blade back as she sees Ahura reach for her wrist; likely cutting a little bit into the palm of the jackal's hand but also finally giving Kirfkin the brief moment of freedom she needed. As she draws the blade back, she actually releases it, letting it clatter to the ground likely a half foot to a foot behind her; and in doing so she's able to lean away from Ahura's now disrupted attempt to smash her pommel into her mouth -- but only by a whisker.

She takes a step back, and finally brings the longsword to bear; though in order to try to keep any momentum going, she grits through the pain and immediately tries to swing it right back at Ahura; swinging from the ground and upwards towards Ahura's right side.

Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20+-4: 2+-4 = -2
Ahura rolls 1d20+-2: 3+-2 = 1

*Ahura jerks her hand back as the blade slices her palm, and her almost 't-pose' stance, left her open once more. She was hit by the upward swing, but, her armor did it's due diligence and the scraping sound of sword on chain mail and plate armor would ring through the arena. She was piss at that, that blade came close to her most prized possession.

There was no hesitation, as Kirfkin swung upwards, Ahura would rush forward, attempting to tackle her down, going to try and pin her sword arm upwards as her right arm would try to hook over Kirf's left shoulder, squeeze so her head would be pushed against her right arm. She may have also thrown a knee up at the Charr's groin in the tackle, trying to hide a dirty blow in a clean tackle.

Ahura rolls 1d20+3: 14+3 = 17
Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20+-2: 15+-2 = 13

*Kirfkin Silvercloud is a bit shocked as her blow only seemed to glance off of Ahura's armor; though she was swinging with one of her arms -- her stronger arm -- wounded. As Ahura began to charge, she tried to maneuver the blade in such a way that Ahura might impale herself on it, but instead it'd be easily knocked out of the way. With the force of the charge, Kirfkin is easily knocked prone beneath the larger woman, letting out a loud yelp as a powerful knee hits true right into her groin, and again as her right arm was now being stressed by her own head being pressed awkwardly against it; the smaller of her horns likely even dug right near the wound. "Ah! F-fuck!"

With her already wounded right arm shoved in such an uncomfortable position (with her sword uncomfortably, but not dangerously somewhere between them) and her left arm restricted in movement, the best she can do is try to scratch and claw and push at Ahura's head to try to get her off. ((Gonna take an additional -2 for this, because that's one hell of a position to get out of.))

Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20+-4: 14+-4 = 10
Ahura rolls 1d20+-2: 9+-2 = 7


*Ahura was squeezing tighter and, was about to demand the charr surrender or get hurt even more. That was right up until she had claws rake across her face, close to her eye. She'd roll to her left, off of Kirfkin and would get into a kneeling position, and bringing her sword up. she'd be holding her blade, she'd bring it down, aiming right for Kirfkin's gut, bringing her heavy weapon down into a 'murder stroke' aiming to drive her hilt into the felines gut.

Ahura rolls 1d20+3: 4+3 = 7
Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20+-4: 1+-4 = -3

*Kirfkin Silvercloud immediately began to push herself back up onto her feet -- first by climbing to her knees, and then by trying to push one of her feet up... but before she's able to, she's instead met with the unfortunate, burning sensation of a blade running her through. She coughed almost noiselessly, wrapping one hand around the blade of Ahura's sword, slowly turning her head up to look at her. With a shaky paw, and in a last ditch attempt, she reaches back toward her foot for her dagger... and with a weak, trembling arm, she tries to throw it at Ahura -- and then just stares up at her, blood beginning to dribble out of her mouth, tears beginning to roll down her face. Breaths were not coming easy.

Kirfkin Silvercloud rolls 1d20+-10: 11+-10 = 1
Ahura rolls 1d20+-2: 5+-2 = 3

*Ahura the knife whizzes up at her, and she just tilts her head aside as it barely misses. She stands up, her guard would be punched into Kirfkin's gut, and she's walk over, grabbing her hilt she'd rip the guard from the charr's stomach. She growls down at her, there would be a good rush of blood. "You should've just given up when I tackled you." She had blood running down her face and limping slightly, holding her side with one hand, her sword with the other. She'd walk between Kirfkin's legs and would stab the blade down into the ground, pushing it deep so it'd be sturdy. She'd grab Kirfkins ankles and would jerk back as she pulled her, making her groin smash right into the sharp edge of the blade, she was going to a chop right into her crotch. She'd let her ankles go and lip around behind Kirfkin and would push her up so her face was close to the sharp edge of the blade as well, "you're not dead yet.." she growls, as she grabs the blade and would slowly pull it up and out of the ground letting the charr feel the blade slowly slicing through her nether's. She'd do this to 'punish' Kirfkin, though it seemed she wasn't done. If the charr hadn't passed, she'd pick her up, but the back of her armor, and would drag her to the edge of the arena, before picking her up, and tossing her from the arena. She grins, looking at her bloodied sword, then would give it a taste.

*Kirfkin Silvercloud sways unsteadily on her knees after Ahura pulls her blade from her, remaining upright for a moment and in fact even following the blade for a moment as she slowly tries to withdraw her hand from it. She brings it down toward her stomach, weakly clutching it, still staring right back up at her, until finally she loses the strength  she had and falls back -- still wordlessly from afar, though her shallow breaths and pained moans could be heard nearby through bloodied, wet breaths. She falls backward, legs slowly rolling and then flattening out; she gazed skyward, vision going hazy and blurry... But it wasn't over for her quite yet.

Soon, she felt the blade pressing right up against one of her most sensitive parts; what little breath she had left came out in a pathetic excuse for a pained scream; she just didn't have the air in her lungs to offer much more. She twitched and slowly lifted a paw towards the air in helpless protest as Ahura saw it fit to punish her so -- but... her breathing  never quite stops, even as her eyes finally close and  she seems to fall totally limp. Instead, it seems, she just passed out, or nearly so -- and certainly, for not the nature of the arena, she'd have been done for. A brief memory of the sensation of her limp body being tossed from the arena... but she either "passed" or simply fell unconscious just before the healing affects started, as she was certainly unconscious (though alive) outside of the arena.

Kirfkin Silvercloud: ((A close fight, til the end, at least!))
Ahura: (I loved it)

Aura BellaFiora: Some general battering and a rutted Charr would've been fun too, of course.  Glad you guys enjoyed though :3

*Ahura watches as Kirfkin lay on the ground, her breathing never having stopped and she never had asked for mercy or saying she submitted. She would turn to go pick up the two swords and dagger that Kirfkin entered the arena with and would go to where she lay, and would wipe off and sheath her weapons for her. "Good fight Charr." She says, feeling her knee and side start to heal up already, her face would heal a bit faster as the wounds weren't as deep. She'd pick up and toss the charr over her shoulder, and would start to carry her towards the student rooms, to lay her down she was going to let the girl rest for the night, they had much to discuss.