Crossing Blades (May 3010) (Open)
Mar 20, 2018 18:06:21 GMT -5
Post by Garth on Mar 20, 2018 18:06:21 GMT -5
"Another one down", declared Garth as his wooden sword pressed against pale flesh. A burly man, twice the size of himself stood flabbergasted as the wooden sword he once held buried itself into the nearby dirt. The roar of the crowd filled the streets as onlookers enjoyed a high noon snack.
It was high noon, and as a result the fields were left bare. The men and women of Edoras had returned to there homes or moved to a restaurant to enjoy there lunch or simply get out of the afternoon heat. In the mist of this rush hour of activity Garth had entered the town. He had a longsword strapped to his belt and two wooden swords sticking out of his travelers pack. He had come to the capitol to visit his mother, or at least the person he felt like who was his mother. The truth was his mother was living in a boarder village far away from the capital, but his Eldest Sister, Bera, she had taken up refuge in this wondrous city. Marriage had taken her away from home and Garth thought it was high time he visited her and saw the way she lived. However the trip was long and his sword arm as aching. It was time to make some money.
"Three gold coins", the mercenary shouted as he walked into a open section of street. He held up the bag of gold an jingled it for all to here. "If you want to make three gold coins easy then step up. Now is the time to test your skill with the blade and show your neighbors what you are made of."
"What", spoke a burly man as he stared at the young man. He was far from a lad, but not yet a true man. There were many men around who looked far stronger than he did and weighed probably twice as much. That was not to say that Garth was puny or small by any standards. He was just young.
"You heard me right! Three gold coins up for the grabs! Any man who can defeat me with the blade may have them!"
As the words left Garth's mouth a burly figure reached down and touched the hilt of his sword, a tell tell sign of a man to eager to make coin.
"Who there big fella", he chuckled as he pulled back his coin purse. "We won't be fighting with real swords", he spoke as he drew the two wooden blades from his sack. He stabbed the wooden objects into the mud of the street and presented them to the crowd. "Three gold coins is not worth risking my life over."
"Indeed", spoke one shop keeper. Now that real swords were out of the question he was now a bit more interested.
"What I am suggesting is dual. Me vs any man ...", Garth paused and turned toward a particularly large looking women, "Or women who think they can take me with the sword. The first to land a decisive victory is the victor."
"So that is it then", spoke another man. "We just have to face you in a sword battle and we get the gold. That does not seem to be very ... economic for you lad. What do you get out of this? Have you been hired to put on a show, or are you working with a pick pocket." Everyone began to look around for suspicious individuals.
"Hold on a second grandpa", growled Garth. "I ain't no thief, nor do I work with any, however you are right on one accord. There is a gimmick to this. In order to challenge me you have to pay up one silver."
"One silver", spoke the man who moved to draw his sword in the beginning. The man was starting to realize what was going on here. The kid was trying to run a scam. Well scam was not the proper term for what he was doing. He was truly making a gamble on his skill with the sword. If he won enough times he could make a pretty profit. If he lost however he would take a heavy lost. If he beat enough common fodder however he could make up for his losses. It was a ok scheme."
"Alright then brat you are on", he spoke as he walked up to Garth. A wolfish grin crossed the young man's face.
"Alright prepare to loss", shouted the man as he swung the wooden sword down with all of his might. Garth', who was dressed in nothing more than a gambison and leather pants, swiftly side stepped the blow and attacked with a counter strike. The brute easily blocked the strike and moved to deliver a strike of his own. It was a horizontal slash aiming for his neck. Garth moved his blade with the blow, clashing, and then redirecting the force away from himself.
"Nice parry", spoke a guardsmen who watched from the sidelines.
"It was now Garth's turn to attack. The young swordsmen attacked with a overhead strike from above. The burly brute blocked it with the flat of his blade and rushed forward to create a clench.
"I win", he declared as he attempted to press Garth off balance. He he could pull that off he could deliver a block to the young fighter's head, an indisputable victory.
What happen instead caught everyone in the crowd off guard. As the two combatants clashed Garth shifted his arm and forced there guards to clash. He then brought the hilt of his sword around slamming the pommel of his sword into the man's nose.
"Havarus", cursed the burly man as he was forced to take a step back. Garth then lunged forward and stabbed the wooden sword into the man's shoulder.
"Victory", he declared. A roar came up from the crowd, but the burly man was not having it.
"No way! That would have been a flesh would", he roared as he charged back in with a overhead slash. Garth did not even bother to argue. As the man attacked Garth deflected the blade to the side with a sweeping motion and then brought his sword down onto the man's risk. The blow caused the man's hands to let got of the wooden sword and with the swiftness of tempus he pressed the blade against the man's neck. The wooden edge pressed against white flesh.
"Is that a decisive victory for you", started Garth as the wolfish grin crossed his face once more.
It was high noon, and as a result the fields were left bare. The men and women of Edoras had returned to there homes or moved to a restaurant to enjoy there lunch or simply get out of the afternoon heat. In the mist of this rush hour of activity Garth had entered the town. He had a longsword strapped to his belt and two wooden swords sticking out of his travelers pack. He had come to the capitol to visit his mother, or at least the person he felt like who was his mother. The truth was his mother was living in a boarder village far away from the capital, but his Eldest Sister, Bera, she had taken up refuge in this wondrous city. Marriage had taken her away from home and Garth thought it was high time he visited her and saw the way she lived. However the trip was long and his sword arm as aching. It was time to make some money.
"Three gold coins", the mercenary shouted as he walked into a open section of street. He held up the bag of gold an jingled it for all to here. "If you want to make three gold coins easy then step up. Now is the time to test your skill with the blade and show your neighbors what you are made of."
"What", spoke a burly man as he stared at the young man. He was far from a lad, but not yet a true man. There were many men around who looked far stronger than he did and weighed probably twice as much. That was not to say that Garth was puny or small by any standards. He was just young.
"You heard me right! Three gold coins up for the grabs! Any man who can defeat me with the blade may have them!"
As the words left Garth's mouth a burly figure reached down and touched the hilt of his sword, a tell tell sign of a man to eager to make coin.
"Who there big fella", he chuckled as he pulled back his coin purse. "We won't be fighting with real swords", he spoke as he drew the two wooden blades from his sack. He stabbed the wooden objects into the mud of the street and presented them to the crowd. "Three gold coins is not worth risking my life over."
"Indeed", spoke one shop keeper. Now that real swords were out of the question he was now a bit more interested.
"What I am suggesting is dual. Me vs any man ...", Garth paused and turned toward a particularly large looking women, "Or women who think they can take me with the sword. The first to land a decisive victory is the victor."
"So that is it then", spoke another man. "We just have to face you in a sword battle and we get the gold. That does not seem to be very ... economic for you lad. What do you get out of this? Have you been hired to put on a show, or are you working with a pick pocket." Everyone began to look around for suspicious individuals.
"Hold on a second grandpa", growled Garth. "I ain't no thief, nor do I work with any, however you are right on one accord. There is a gimmick to this. In order to challenge me you have to pay up one silver."
"One silver", spoke the man who moved to draw his sword in the beginning. The man was starting to realize what was going on here. The kid was trying to run a scam. Well scam was not the proper term for what he was doing. He was truly making a gamble on his skill with the sword. If he won enough times he could make a pretty profit. If he lost however he would take a heavy lost. If he beat enough common fodder however he could make up for his losses. It was a ok scheme."
"Alright then brat you are on", he spoke as he walked up to Garth. A wolfish grin crossed the young man's face.
"Alright prepare to loss", shouted the man as he swung the wooden sword down with all of his might. Garth', who was dressed in nothing more than a gambison and leather pants, swiftly side stepped the blow and attacked with a counter strike. The brute easily blocked the strike and moved to deliver a strike of his own. It was a horizontal slash aiming for his neck. Garth moved his blade with the blow, clashing, and then redirecting the force away from himself.
"Nice parry", spoke a guardsmen who watched from the sidelines.
"It was now Garth's turn to attack. The young swordsmen attacked with a overhead strike from above. The burly brute blocked it with the flat of his blade and rushed forward to create a clench.
"I win", he declared as he attempted to press Garth off balance. He he could pull that off he could deliver a block to the young fighter's head, an indisputable victory.
What happen instead caught everyone in the crowd off guard. As the two combatants clashed Garth shifted his arm and forced there guards to clash. He then brought the hilt of his sword around slamming the pommel of his sword into the man's nose.
"Havarus", cursed the burly man as he was forced to take a step back. Garth then lunged forward and stabbed the wooden sword into the man's shoulder.
"Victory", he declared. A roar came up from the crowd, but the burly man was not having it.
"No way! That would have been a flesh would", he roared as he charged back in with a overhead slash. Garth did not even bother to argue. As the man attacked Garth deflected the blade to the side with a sweeping motion and then brought his sword down onto the man's risk. The blow caused the man's hands to let got of the wooden sword and with the swiftness of tempus he pressed the blade against the man's neck. The wooden edge pressed against white flesh.
"Is that a decisive victory for you", started Garth as the wolfish grin crossed his face once more.