Lost Without You vs. Sevellus [Archive]

Sevellus

02-06-07, 03:59 PM

Near to thirty faces gathered in a semi circle outside of the Golden Fleece tavern in Silumn, a small town on the outskirts of Raiaera. A brutish man in the center of the gathering cracked his scarred knuckles and flashed a toothless grin. Despite the man's homely appearance, many women in the crowd fanned themselves and giggled. 'Treetrunk" Juan Dultan was, afterall, the biggest and best fighter in Silumn. He payed little attention to his opponent who stood stoically, his fair face impassive, save for a crooked smile and knowing eyes.

The young elf stood a full head shorter than his hulking challenger, and was perhaps less than half his mass. His features were much slighter than that of most humans, and even that of some elves. However his slender form was deceptively well muscled and that hidden strength usually caught all but the most astute opponents off guard. Juan Dultan was not known for his skill in observation.

The brute lumbered forward, gaining confidence as the crowd shouted encouragement. Everyone knew the fight would be over very soon.

The didn't know how right they were.

His breath heavy with the stench of strong spirits, Juan made a clumbsy grab at the black muslin that wrapped the torso of his much smaller opponent, and the elf made no move to stop him. Juan lifted the elf high into the air with a single movement of one thick arm, and wound up his right arm for a punch that the gathering knew would be the end of the fight, but the blow never landed. The elf brought a single mace up with a snap that the drunken lout could not hope to register, and the butt end of the fine elven steel caught the man square in the eye with a gutwrenching *pop*.

Juan immediately let go of his opponent and stumbled backwards, his left eye clenched shut as the elf landed lightly on his feet, completely balanced as only one with Blade Singer training could. The slender elven man went into a low spin, both of his light maces now in hand, and banged them in succession into the hulking fighter's knee caps, one, two, and two sharp cracks rang forth so quickly that it sounded as if only one blow struck. The Blade Singer used the momentum to carry him forward in a spinning jump as the larger combatant fell backwards landing hard on his back. A single foot planted on the beastly man's chest, the second falling sideways on his neck, pressing down ever-so-firmly, his right hand cocked in the air threateningly, a mace raised heavenward with only a split second for the man to utter the words that would save his life.

'Treetrunk' Juan Dultan was not a smart man, but he enjoyed life far too much to not know when to surrender.

"I... I yeild!" the man bellowed, his hands covering his face and wounded eye

For the first time in the last few moments, Juan realized the crowd was no longer cheering. They had all gathered to watch the large man lay foes low, and never before had they watched their champion felled so easily.

It was in underestimation and confusion that the Blade Singer found victory.

Even one who's training was cut so tragically short, as Sevellus Takmarin.