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Cervantez Starts to get the hang of the greatsword, and just in time too!

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A Yari and his Sword

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Vhalar 5th, 718
☠ Mood: Unbothered
☠ Current Thought: Gotta be better with this weapon
☠ Current Theme: Unravel

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☠ Before heading out on his excursion in search of the Envoy's base of operations, Cervantez decided to sharpen his skills with that great-sword of his, and there was no place better than the temple of the war empress herself. Standing outside the massive structure Cervantez could remember the first time his father. The echoing of steel clashing against each other, the way the blades sang through the air. In that time of his life, he admired his father and the mercenary company he ran, wanting to be like them, fierce and known for their valor and having the heart of a Yari. It was one of the very few, almost minuscule good memories he had of that man.

Pushing the massive doors open, he crossed the threshold of the temple, immediately being assailed by the aura of power that permeated the place. No matter where the Lotharro looked, he would find warriors of all walks of life here, training, honing their craft in the art of combat. There were many among those present that noticed the large man as he walked into the training hall, some looking at the necromancer in awe of his eyes and hands, and some mesmerized by how intimidating his mutations were, even though Cervantez wasn't trying to be. Taking in a deep breath, Cervantez could smell the tears, sweat, and blood that had marinated into the very fabric of the place, becoming one with the material and forever staining the building with the efforts of future warriors. Finding a corner with enough spacing, he unsheathed his greatsword and got to work. He knew the best way to be comfortable with this weapon was to use it till exhaustion, learning what he could and couldn't do with it in terms of skill.

Calming his breathing, he went back to the time when his father was teaching his company in how to use the greatsword, feeling that being familiar with more than one weapon if not all weapons, was best to be an effective mercenary. He could hear his father explaining how to go about training in this particular weapon. Cervantez took what he learned at that moment of his life, and applied it to his practice. First came some easy moves, first swinging the blade from right to left, which would allow him to be able to hit enemies from behind him and to the left of himself, a move he practiced back in Saun during the shadow beast event. Putting some strength into it, he swings the blade back to the right, again noting that he is able to hit enemies behind and to the left of himself. He was starting to fancy this weapon over the flail scythe he had, granted the latter had far more reach than a great sword would, but somehow the large blade felt right to him like it was meant to be in his hands. Wiping some sweat he focused and got back to business with his weapon training. ☠

"Speech"

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☠ Mood: Confused - Annoyed
☠ Current Thought: What now!?
☠ Current Theme: Unravel

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Next came a one-handed move, where he would slam the blade vertically down on the ground in a wheel-like motion, which would, in turn, cut enemies down. By putting a little bit of force into the massive weapon, he could bring the greatsword back in order to slam the blade down behind himself, effectively taking care of any enemy attacking from behind. He was beginning to find his own unique rhythm, practicing different techniques from weak left and right attacks to stronger more reaching attack with his blade. He played around with jumping and rolling techniques as well.
"I see why my father liked this weapon so damn much, this thing is amazing."
he admitted with a panted smile, sitting on a nearby seat to catch his breath. That sword was no were near light in its weight, and it was tiring after a break of constant training. Now that he had the moves down, he could focus on getting a style for it.

He took into account the environment he was in and decided that strong, fast, and group style would work best with the greatsword. In his mind, this these styles would derive from traditional swordsmanship but have a few notable characteristics that set them apart from most sword styles. There would be no parries or ripostes, but be mainly steps, evasive moves, and other acrobatics. With the strong style, he could use it against most heavily armored enemies and or creatures given the region. It would, in essence, allow him to hit hard and deal as much damage as he could, but subsequently, leave him vulnerable to attack if the enemy was fast enough. At that point that would be where the fast style comes into play. He could use it as a way to strike at a rate that could hinder a counter-attack from his enemy because the blows would be landing in quick succession leaving them precious little time to retaliate in any way. With the group style, he could fight two, maybe three opponents at a time, though that could very well be pushing it even for him. When facing mixed groups, it is best to target the weakest enemy, where the chances of missing are the smallest, which made sense even for him.

As Cervantez put his style together there was commotion at the door to the temple. A young man, no older than 20 arcs, came into the sacred training grounds, glaive in hand and his entourage close behind him. He carried himself with an obvious yari chip on his shoulder, proud and robust, his chest puffed up filled with bravado and pride. As they moved into the temple, the young man was looking around, searching for something. He came with a purpose, and when he found what he was looking for, he wasted no time flying into action. Walking up to Cervantez he pointed a finger at the Lotharro. You have quite the pair of balls on you, showing up in a place of honor like this! Have you no decency?! roared the young man, to which caused confusion & annoyance to wash over Cervantez. Standing, the 6' 4" necromancer towered over the 5' 9" male, possibly biqaj by the way his eyes were shimmering in the candlelit light of the temple.
"Just what the hell are you going on about boy?"
Cervantez growled, raising a brow to the young man. It was obvious the biqaj was itching to fight, but about what? What did Cervantez do that would cause this? It was both perplexing, not to mention adding to his growing irritation not being able to decipher why this male had come before him speaking to him as if he had done some heinous act. ☠

"Speech"

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Vhalar 5th, 718
☠ Mood: Confused - Annoyed
☠ Current Thought: What now!?
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The young man looked at Cervantez, a gaze filled with venom and anger, jabbing the Lotharro in the chest with his finger as he spoke. As if you don't know! You fit the description flawlessly, there's no way out of what you have coming! he shouted, which caught the ears of those within hearing distance of the two. slowly but surely a crowd of warriors alike began to form, eyes intent on seeing what would come of this interaction between the two. Cervantez, swatting the male's hand from him, meeting the young man's gaze with his own.
"Does it look I have a clue about what's going on?! Now for the last time, what in the hell are you ranting about?!"
he yelled back at the young yari, which made him scoff, circling Cervantez as he spoke. Lets see.... he began, pulling out a piece of paper with writing on it. And I quote; "A man with empty eye sockets, a strong physique, wielding a Greatsword and has the ability to use Necromancy is believed to be behind the recent destruction of a large shipment of grains, on the night of Saun 28th. This attack led to a severe food shortage here in the city that would last until the next shipments due to come in sometime this cycle. While there is no bounty on the man, he is responsible for several murders, not duels, and the destruction of food, likely for profit." end quote. he recanted, loud enough that the small gathering was now a sizeable crowd, finally making his way back in front of the Lotharro.

I bet the entirety of my coin purse that you are the one behind this Mr. Socketface. he accused, pointing his glaive at Cervantez. Looking around Cervantez could see it, the same disdained faces he would get whenever he went out, it all made sense now. He knew there was a reason behind it, but he had no idea it was because of that. Now that he thought about it, what the man spoke of, it was not the truth.
"That's a lie, I was hired to take out a merchant that was carrying furs. He was stepping in on one of the members of the Merchant's Guild. She hired me to take him out and destroy the shipment."
he pleaded, looking at the faces of those around them.
"Most of you know me, I would never put this city, a place I call home in peril, especially by causing a food shortage. I was set up, and by someone in the Merchant's Guild at that, I promise I'm Innocent."
he continued, hoping that someone, anyone would believe him. But there was nothing, no one to vouch for him, and a feeling of despair and slight betrayal came over him. This could turn ugly fast and in a place full of warriors at that. Cervantez knew he needed to either sooth the situation or fight his way out. Part of him was starting to commune with his spark, mentally prepping to unleash a fog of sap. Oh there's no talking your way out of this traitor, I'm going to make sure you are dealt with the yari way. the young yari stated, moving over to the arena like grounds within the center of the temple.

Cervantez watched as the young warrior moved to the arena.
"Choose your next words carefully young warrior."
he advised, knowing full well where this was going. Pointing his weapon at Cervantez, the young man had a devilish smirk on his face. I challenge you to a duel of the spear, by way of death, and if you are as innocent as you proclaim, then you will prove it the only way a Yari can. He said, pointing to the Darstrion as she stepped in view. Cervantez had no other choice. He knew very well what this was, and he had accomplished too much to have it cut short by some punk with a chip on his shoulder. Stepping into the ring, the Lotharro begrudgingly drew his weapon. The Darstrion made sure both warriors knew what was on the line and how the duel worked. First to die loses. Have at it! With those words the duel would begin. ☠

"Speech"

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☠ Mood: Amazed - Satisfied
☠ Current Thought: Let that be an example
☠ Current Theme: Dernière Danse

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With a green light given, the young man wasted no time, rushing Cervantez with his glaive. He came with a flurry of swings and slashes, forcing the large male to go on the defensive.
"Fuck, I don't have anytime for this"
he hissed, doing his best to keep up with the nimble little bastard. He decided to put his new style to the test, locking his blade with the glaive, watching the sparks fly from the blades. Both warriors drew back, putting some distance between themselves. The Lotharro watched as the man tried working the crowd

This kid was good, but he was sloppy, this was more of a show, and the Yari in Cervantez was starting to feel very insulted by his grandstanding. It was fine though, Cervantez was using the time he took grandstanding to switch into his fast style. he was confident enough that he took the first step back into the battle, coming in with his blade low, angled to come up and slash him up and across the young man's back. Seeing the attack coming, the warrior raised his glaive high, bringing it down to block the sword. Sparks flashed as both weapons clashed several times, in a dance of combat and one's life being on the line. To those watching, it was quite the match, and many expected the Lotharro to be killed, noting his inexperience compared to the younger contender.

To make matter worse the man had his size as an advantage to the towering Lotharro, able to get in cuts and strikes with his weapon that Cervantez couldn't deflect all the time. He was doing his best at his current level of skill to keep up, and it was working, but he was definitely starting to take too many licks for his own liking. The young man was definitely pulling out all his trick, or at least that's what the lotharro believed. To add to his dismay, the man began to pull the flames that lit the cauldrons within the temple, the flames beginning to flicker and dance around Cervantez. "Fuck" he thought to himself, realizing he was dealing with a mage, more so one like Alora, one that was able to bend the elements to their will. On top of that, he was using fire, which meant this fight needed to end.....NOW!.

The young man was flinging balls of fire at him, on top of coming at Cervantez with swings and slashes with his glaive, causing the necro to bob and weave, tuck and roll, and be on the run. He needed an opening, he needed a weak point in this man's fighting style to exploit. "Think dammit, think!" he yelled in his own head, looking the man over, growling as the flames kissed his skin and they flew by. One such flame managed to latch on to his clothing, his shirt being the first to ignite. Panicking Cervantez ripped the burning shirt from his body, but in doing so, his pants where next to go ablaze.
"Fuck you!"
he roared, ripping his pants off as well. Standing there, naked and pissed, he glared at the young man who was eyeballing him with a smirk. Did this punk think he was embarrassing Cervantez? If he only knew just how wrong he was, instead only serving to piss the Lotharro off even further.

Cervantez would continue to fight in all his nude glory, slashes and cuts adorning his body, but his resolve not to falter outweighing the stings of the lacerations. The more the necromancer thought about how disrespectful this mage was the more he could feel his spark well up inside of him. The urge to use a spell came into mind, and soon, Cervantez was making a devilish smirk of his own. Now it was all about timing. The young warrior made his move, coming in close to try and impale Cervantez with his Glaive, only for the necro to counter. If nothing but sheer luck, Cervantez used the forked tongue of his weapon to hook the glaive and pin it to the ground, stabbing the blade of his greatsword into the stone. His smirk widened as he could see the panic in the young man's eyes, realizing that at a distance he would have won this fight, but once in Cervantez's close range, the man was at a slight disadvantage.

The young mage called for the flames of the cauldrons to aid him, and soon a wall of flames stood between Cervantez and the young mage. He thought this would help keep the Lotharro at a distance, and it might have worked, if Cervantez didn't have a trick of his own up his sleeve. Blue-green ether, hints, and swirls of black laced within it, began to pour from the necromancer's position. It soon wafted over the wall of flame and onto the mage himself. You could tell he had never faced a necromancer, as he was rather dismayed at the feeling he was experiencing. Like creeping vine, he would soon find himself feeling overwhelmingly tired as if he had been working the entire trial with no break or sleep. His strength would fail him, causing his focus to leave him and the wall of flame dissipating. Cervantez had wrenched his blade from the ground as the flames faded away, and by the time he made his way over to the young mage, he would find his adversary no longer vibrant with the will to fight.

"You should have picked your battles wisely boy."
he warned as the energy eating fog vanished, raising the massive blade up above his head, only to bring it down in a heavy grunted swing, relieving the young man of his left arm. The shrills of pain and agony filled the temple as the young man flailed around from the loss of his arm. Cervantez was not done with him, however, gripping the young man's head with his ether covered bone hand, and lifting him into the air. Eyes of panic and disbelief peered back at Cervantez, who only returned with a gaze of annoyance and anger. The flames that covered his bone fingers turned pitch black as ether was beginning to pool in them. Cervantez could feel the spark, a feeling of glee and excitement, as the young mage was screaming, squirming, and doing his best to break free of the necromancer's grasp. Cervantez could only describe the feeling he was experiencing as "Withering into nothing", a phrase that whispered in his head as he watched what unfolded before his own eyes.

The skin on the face of the mage melted, rapidly giving way to the bare bone of his skull as the ether ate away at his face, breaking down the tissue in a beautiful yet grotesque fashion. It was, in Cervantez's eyes, like watching invisible insects devour someone face. The flesh he was holding onto,was quickly disintegrating within his grasp, and by the first few trills, the defiant fighting of the young mage to break free ceased. After several bits, Cervantez let go of the dead mage and observed his hand as the rotting ether reverted back to its normal hue. The necromancer could only think that it was something the spark wanted him to know, a new technique perhaps, as he rationalized it to be an adult form of Sap and a rather dangerous and effective tool. Looking to the crowd he began to here the Yari victory call. Hoo-AH began to ring throughout the training hall, as Cervantez was named the clear winner. He hoped this would act as a small way to help clear his name. Seeing no point to remain here, he hoisted his sword over his shoulder and made his way out of the temple, naked and satisfied knowing this duel served as a stepping stone in removing the stain that was on his name. Even more so, it meant someone set him up, and he would find out why in due time.



"Speech"


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Mission complete!

Mr. Socketface:

Rewards:

Points:
+10
Magic: Necro

Knowledge:
  • Blades{Great-sword}: Slicing with a greatsword
  • Blades{Great-sword}: Is versatile in the right hands
  • Blades{Great-sword}: Remain relaxed, flexible and responsive
  • Blades{Great-sword}: An on-guard stance
  • Blades{Great-sword}: Can do more damage than other blades
  • Necromancy: Wither erodes flesh Alarmingly Fast
Renown:
+10

Injuries:
Slight cuts, will fade in five trials
Slight burns, will fade in two trials, blister, and callus, unless picked or popped, in which case it will not callus

Notes:
Hey Cerv! So, first and foremost, awesome job keeping a linear storyline. That's lit. AND using Yari locations. I'm a fool for folks who utilize city resources. Being said, make sure to play within your skill level. Cerv is currently Novice in his blade combat. Against most Yari, he should have been bested. I understand his Necro gave him a sizable advantage, but, yknow. Is what is what is. But! Cool thread! Enjoy the rewards!
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