At the foot of the master... {flashback}
Oct 30, 2012 1:42:32 GMT -8
Post by That Guy on Oct 30, 2012 1:42:32 GMT -8
WHOOOOOSH! Modoka turned back at the roar of wind in time to see but not understand, as the large staff of the executioner was thrown spinning horizontally along the ground swatting the two swordsmen flying through the air before continuing on to strike him as well. He sailed through the air just managing to shield his head with his arms before being buried in the snow. For a moment the young man simply laid in the snow relishing the cold comfortably numbing snow knowing the pain would only be worse than it already felt. But more yelling could be heard accompanied with the clash of metal against metal and with sheer force of determination and will Modoka pussed up and off of the ground.[/font]
Sure enough as he rose to his feet and the snow fell from his body the pain began to return as his whole body seemed to surge with pain. He looked up and across watching the others fighting for a moment and regaining some semblance of what was going on. The swordsman had for some reason abandoned their practice swords and now wielded their drawn katanas with eyes that bled fury and hate. The archer was now performing an assortment of acrobatic tumbles and flips to dodge the heavy flowing swings of the executioner's axe. He retaliated by occasionally throwing shuriken at the much larger man but he merely rebuffed the small projectiles with the flat of his axe.
Everyone seemed in a hostile mood, angry at one another. They had all transitioned to lethal weapons in the heat of the battle rather swiftly for what was supposed to be a non lethal competition. Were they all so sure of their skills that they would risk using weapons that could actually kill one another? Or... Modoka became aware sudenly though that he too had lost his sticks which had most likely sailed off into the snow.
"Oh... well that makes sense then," he mumbled before with a snapping flick of his wrist he withdrew his rapiers from his sides twirling them expertly at his sides as they whispered silently through the air. It was just in time too as the executioner, having finally been struck by one of the archers shuriken roared and managed a rage driven two handed swing with the flat of his axe. The archer flew threw the air back smashing the katanas of the swordsman away and landing with an impressive graceful tumble in the snow rolling back to his feet agilely. As he did he quickly withdrew the unstrung bow from his back holding it before him like a bent quarter staff.