Sirhan Melarr VS Corban Aleister [Class B, Ranked] [Concluded]

by **Arbitrator** Wed May 25, 2016 11:56 pm

First topic message reminder :

Corban Aleister has challenged Sirhan Melarr for B Class Rank 6. The standard rules apply, three day post limit. The challenger has been summoned to the Amphitheater first. Once both participants have arrived combat begins immediately.

by Sirhan Tue May 31, 2016 4:51 pm

"Heh..." Sirhan gave a raspy laugh as he groaned in fatigue. "You're going to make an old man chase you..." he stated as he reached in his coat again and let go of the pole-arm with his left hand. He then flicked a knife at Corbans face, while taking a deep breathe and seeking to close in, but not rushing. More seeking to conserve energy, with the pole-arm held in his right hand and pointing forward.

by Demon Testicles Tue May 31, 2016 5:00 pm

Corban almost smiled under his visor. Through the tight mesh, of his helm, the silhouette of a smile could be seen. The intent of Sirhan's left hand was noted, but not capitalized on until Corban watched him reach into his Coat. The other had produced a knife that was thereafter thrown at Corban. The geam was homing in on his face.

With a quick reposition of his limb shield, he retracted his head and positioned the shield up over his face. A bright path was carved through the blackened surface of the jointed shield. After feeling the thunk of the knife connecting, the shield was lowered back down quickly.

by Sirhan Tue May 31, 2016 5:23 pm

As the knife was deflected, the spear came down to stab at the huskies ankle again, in a thrusting motion Sirhan lunging forward slightly on the motion, but slowed by his fatigue and the the strain his abilities had cost him.

by Demon Testicles Tue May 31, 2016 8:20 pm

The deflect was quick enough to avoid missing out entirely on what Sirhan was doing. We was able to perceive the other's body lurching forward. He retracted his leg with the sundered armor from the vector of the thrust.

He had a surprise waiting for Sirhan in his left hand. The chakram he caught prior to the climax of the fight was now utilized. Upon watching his shield arm flick from his right shoulder, a silvery blur was tossed at Sirhan's collar. As he tossed the Snall disk he prepared for the others reaction. His right hand splayed at the ready.

by Sirhan Wed Jun 01, 2016 8:18 am

Sirhan was not about to be done in by his own weapon. He stepped forward as Corban stepped back, ducking the chakram as if it was a thrown punch and stepping past arms reach while he brought his polearm back seeking to hook the opposite leading calf of Corban with the glaive as the Huskie stepped backwards to trip him up.

by Demon Testicles Wed Jun 01, 2016 11:45 am

The first thing that Corban did was lunge when he realized that's what Sirhan was doing. From his sundered left leg, he pushed off. The right was thrust forward, hopefully out of the spear's mark. His strides were long, about seven feet and some change so. His advantage would come easy if he was able to displace the much smaller man.

The two were close now. Corban's right hand was ready. He launched out wit hopes of grabbing a hand full of the other's body. It was indiscriminately launched towards the chest, shoulder, bicep area of his opponent. His hand would clench down hard if he was able to get a sure grapple point.

From where his shield had gone, back to the left side of his body, He punched it out towards Sirhan's face. He sought to drive the dense shield of blackened bone square into the other's face. Not once, but twice, or as many times as he had time to do so.

by Sirhan Wed Jun 01, 2016 1:24 pm

Too tired, and compromised in his reaction time, the Huskies brute force, coupled with the close quarters reach was simply too much, though perhaps Corban might have gotten his balance compromised regardless Sirhan was grabbed, and despite being bereaved of energy there was some heat to his body that was hot enough to test the will and flesh of a normal man. A hollow gong met his face as he turned it, trying to escape but could not. Another gong, as if heralding something. And another. He found himself losing consciousness and eventually slipped into oblivion blooded by the shield bashing.

by Demon Testicles Wed Jun 01, 2016 1:36 pm

He probably would have been more compromised if it wasn't for the grapple point, He would have been able to get off a few good bashes before the other's body went limp. Immediately, he stopped mid wind up to catch the other and lay him down on the floor. After setting down his Opponent, he lifted his bloody, blackened shield in the air and looked up skyward.

by **Arbitrator** Sat Jun 04, 2016 5:06 am

Corban has won this match and advanced to Rank 6.

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