The Sparring Grounds [Open RP]

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Nwol

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10-21-2012

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Originally Posted by Ask Shyvana View Post
Shyvana glared down at Tekun, but she didn't advance. Her tone visibly lightened, if only slightly, though she still stood at the ready.

"Rise, or concede." Shyvana ordered, watching her opponent closely. "I will not attack a defenseless opponent.
Tekun took several deep breaths as she approached. It was recovery time...if only a little and then she spoke. "Even when I'm down...I don't back out from a fight Shyvana." Tekun began to rise to his feet if only gradually. The resolve never left his eyes. When he rose he assumed a fighting stance.

"Alright. I'm alive again. Let's finish this." A smile emerged on his face despite how tired and worn he felt.


Crippling Blow: Cooldown 1 Post.
Force of Will: Cooldown 16 Post.
Fatigued: Duration 5 Post.
[Fatigue: 170/150]


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Ask Shyvana

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10-21-2012

Shyvana watched Tekun rise, somewhat bewildered that he refused to surrender.

"There is no shame in conceding defeat." Shyvana said. "In fact... it may be good for your health!"

Shyvana suddenly leapt at Tekun, completely airborne, with both gauntlets at the ready. Flames erupted from them, and she slammed them down upon Tekun.


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Nwol

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10-21-2012

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Originally Posted by Ask Shyvana View Post
Shyvana watched Tekun rise, somewhat bewildered that he refused to surrender.

"There is no shame in conceding defeat." Shyvana said. "In fact... it may be good for your health!"

Shyvana suddenly leapt at Tekun, completely airborne, with both gauntlets at the ready. Flames erupted from them, and she slammed them down upon Tekun.
His opponent spoke as Tekun waited. Then her next words that got said, was she really going to do a lead in to an attack? Seemed so. Tekun had only a little time to react. He decided to do so by taking advantage of her jump. Tekun knew how large a target he was and he didn't feel like "Tanking" much more.

He fell back, moving backward and dropping closer as he knelt and leaned back. He brought his sword up in a diagnol arc, aiming for her side. Her slam would catch only air as Tekun took advantage of what reach he had.

If he hit she'd find that his attacks had become slightly less effective.


Crippling Blow: Cooldown UP!
Force of Will: Cooldown 15 Post.
Fatigued: Duration 4 Post.
[Fatigue: 165/150]


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Snowy Poro

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10-21-2012

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Swain laughed as hard as he could.
''AHAHAHAHA! I expected that.''
With all his force Swain pushed her away again, turning back into his human form.
''But this is a stalemate. Unless I kill you, you will not stop. And as much as I would like to, that would cause unnecessary problems.''
It could not be seen do to the bandana over his mouth, but Swain smirking.
''Besides. I got what I wanted.
Let's call it a draw in my favor, shall we?''
With a laugh, Swain dropped into the ground, disappearing from the battlefield.

((Lasted way to long. Though I'd just end it...))
Leona stabbed her sword into the ground where the shadow had been

"Coward.." she simply muttered under her breath before departing the sparring grounds


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Ask Jarvan IV

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10-21-2012

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As Jarvan fell, Riven was ready to unleash her Ki Burst to stun him, until his burst of energy from his Aegis threw her off balance, causing her to stumble backward from the force, momentarily disoriented. In a panic, she forced herself to lock onto Jarvan's body with her eyes, even as her own form reeled from the impact. She was vulnerable, and every single one of her battle senses were screaming, shouting at her to react in any way she possibly could. Any move she made now would likely determine the outcome of the fight if she chose her actions in the next few moments poorly...

Adrenaline surged through her body as she tried to think of something, anything she could do. Her Ki Burst was ready, but to use it at this range would be pointless. It would have no effect on the Prince, or his weapon. Broken Wings was still active, but the Third Strike would be of no use in this situation, especially as she was being thrown off balance. The shielding effect of her Valor ability had been soaked up by the wave of energy that crashed into her, but despite taking no damage from it, the force had still carried through, knocking her off-kilter. Now, she had no defense against the Prince's weapon as it shot forward with tremendous speed and reach.

Riven knew she had no real way to avoid the damage from the Demacian's lance. She could not move her sword in time to parry it. She could not avoid it because her body's stumble was already set into motion. She couldn't even fall flat fast enough to avoid it, and jumping would only serve to leave her more vulnerable to the Prince's next strike, whatever that might have been. At that moment, Riven scoffed inwardly at all those who seemed to believe she was unstoppable and invincible, even untouchable. She also grimaced, because things were about to hurt a great deal for her. The only option for defense was either using her left arm to try and parry the lance, as she didn't use it for combat, or use the soft spin from her swing and the force from the Aegis to turn her body, allowing the lance to slice through less of her left side, rather than impale her completely...

However, damaging her left arm ran the risk of severing a major artery, and would limit her mobility and balance. At least by taking a strike to the side, it would leave most of her ability intact, even if it would be incredibly painful to fight. Pain was something she could fight through... It was a clear choice.

Riven cried out in pain as the lance sliced across her left side, cutting a line through the thick leather armor she wore, through the white tunic underneath, and cutting a wound into the skin. Riven had been lucky. Any deeper and she would have received muscle damage that would have seriously hindered her ability to fight severely. It seemed the Prince's weapon's ability to pierce through armor with relative ease was still very intact. However, after the strike, Riven leapt back from Jarvan to gain some distance. She needed time to plan her next move. Broken Wings was still ready to be released, but time was quickly running out...

Even if she managed to strike home with her blade, his armor would lessen much of the damage and impact force. As Riven would stand, her left hand clutching her wounded side, she would grit her teeth and curse her situation. In their brief exchange, she was already beginning to see how low her chances at victory would be if she continued to rely on her base-level techniques, and refused to manifest her blade... A pang of saddened disgust washed over her.

Was she really so useless that she needed to rely on it to do any meaningful damage...?
Jarvan felt the familiar satisfaction of meeting the resistance of flesh and bone as his weapon tore into Riven's side, the extended end retracting immediately. He drew his arm back as Riven moved back, clearly to gain distance. By taking the distance, she was not only allowing herself a period of recovery and planning, she was allowing him the same. And by putting distance between them, she was creating a gap that she would need to close again in order to gain any sort of upper hand, as Jarvan held advantage with a lance.

Quickly taking a short hop back himself, the prince pondered his options. Attacking from a distance was the smart thing to do - Riven's weapon had nearly no range to it and would be unable to strike back. However, at that range his strikes would be easy to avoid, and she could take advantage of her speed to close the distance in a heartbeat if he miscalculated. If he brought the fight in close, his lance would prove difficult to utilize, but the shortsword at his waist would prove effective. Knowing himself to be by far physically stronger, he considered the option of of simply getting her in a hold or on the ground somehow, though that would be difficult to accomplish with her nimbleness. Jarvan scowled, wishing for a moment that he could enjoy the battle more rather than think so much.

Opting for neither of his options, Jarvan decided to attempt to create another opening. Reaching behind his back, he pulled of his standards out. He paused briefly to consider the standard, eyes lingering on the flag that hung from the end, bearing the colors of Demacia. Drawing an arm back, he took a step forward and hurled it at Riven.


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Ask Riven

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10-22-2012

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Jarvan felt the familiar satisfaction of meeting the resistance of flesh and bone as his weapon tore into Riven's side, the extended end retracting immediately. He drew his arm back as Riven moved back, clearly to gain distance. By taking the distance, she was not only allowing herself a period of recovery and planning, she was allowing him the same. And by putting distance between them, she was creating a gap that she would need to close again in order to gain any sort of upper hand, as Jarvan held advantage with a lance.

Quickly taking a short hop back himself, the prince pondered his options. Attacking from a distance was the smart thing to do - Riven's weapon had nearly no range to it and would be unable to strike back. However, at that range his strikes would be easy to avoid, and she could take advantage of her speed to close the distance in a heartbeat if he miscalculated. If he brought the fight in close, his lance would prove difficult to utilize, but the shortsword at his waist would prove effective. Knowing himself to be by far physically stronger, he considered the option of of simply getting her in a hold or on the ground somehow, though that would be difficult to accomplish with her nimbleness. Jarvan scowled, wishing for a moment that he could enjoy the battle more rather than think so much.

Opting for neither of his options, Jarvan decided to attempt to create another opening. Reaching behind his back, he pulled of his standards out. He paused briefly to consider the standard, eyes lingering on the flag that hung from the end, bearing the colors of Demacia. Drawing an arm back, he took a step forward and hurled it at Riven.
Riven watched the spear fly toward her, carrying the banner of Demacia. It was a strange, almost surrealistic moment. The Prince could simply attack her from beyond her reach, and despite her speed, his armor would soak the blows meant to wear him down and deal damage. On top of that, his shield could knock her around, and he hadn't even used his Cataclysm ability yet. The realization that she was virtually powerless against him was setting in, and it burned Riven to the core, until a pulse of something off to her right caught her attention... Her sword...

The green rune was glowing with energy so bright it was almost blinding to look at. Her sword was speaking to her, calling to her. She could feel it. The prince was fighting with all he was, and yet, she was holding back. Why? What was she afraid of? Losing? She'd lost before under far more dangerous situations. She was not useless... Who cared if she had to unleash all her strength to prove to everyone what she was capable of? Did that make her any more weak than being defeated because she refused to give it her all? Would she dance around and take pot-shots against Jericho Swain? Would she hold back against General Darius? No, she would forge her sword anew, and she would bring every ounce of her power to bear upon them. And as the Demacian Standard sailed through the air toward her, Riven understood that, in order to prove anything, she would have to let go of her fear of defeat, her fear of loss...and fight with everything she had.

Riven jumped backward several more feet as the Standard landed on the very spot upon which she had stood not a few seconds before. It was time to show the Crown Prince of Demacia the strength that was going to change Noxus, and save it from itself. In a flash, Riven held her blade up to the sky above, green energy thundering free from her body as the lines of energy crackled and traced the shape of her blade's true size, and with a powerful battle cry that shredded the earth below her feet, throwing it away in all directions, the full might of her Blade of the Exile was unleashed, a pulse of green power erupting away as her eyes burned with green light.

No more running, no more playing around. She would fight with every ounce of power she had at her disposal. Whatever happened, would happen, but she would not allow herself to be held back by her own fear and inhibitions in this fight any longer. The Prince would fall, or she would, but if it was to be her, she would do her damnedest to give him a fight he would remember until the end of his days. As Riven stood across from Jarvan, blade crackling with power, eyes locked upon him, the move was his to make. Instead of forcing HER to attack HIM, he'd have the "honor" of making the first move...


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Ask Jarvan IV

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10-22-2012

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Riven watched the spear fly toward her, carrying the banner of Demacia. It was a strange, almost surrealistic moment. The Prince could simply attack her from beyond her reach, and despite her speed, his armor would soak the blows meant to wear him down and deal damage. On top of that, his shield could knock her around, and he hadn't even used his Cataclysm ability yet. The realization that she was virtually powerless against him was setting in, and it burned Riven to the core, until a pulse of something off to her right caught her attention... Her sword...

The green rune was glowing with energy so bright it was almost blinding to look at. Her sword was speaking to her, calling to her. She could feel it. The prince was fighting with all he was, and yet, she was holding back. Why? What was she afraid of? Losing? She'd lost before under far more dangerous situations. She was not useless... Who cared if she had to unleash all her strength to prove to everyone what she was capable of? Did that make her any more weak than being defeated because she refused to give it her all? Would she dance around and take pot-shots against Jericho Swain? Would she hold back against General Darius? No, she would forge her sword anew, and she would bring every ounce of her power to bear upon them. And as the Demacian Standard sailed through the air toward her, Riven understood that, in order to prove anything, she would have to let go of her fear of defeat, her fear of loss...and fight with everything she had.

Riven jumped backward several more feet as the Standard landed on the very spot upon which she had stood not a few seconds before. It was time to show the Crown Prince of Demacia the strength that was going to change Noxus, and save it from itself. In a flash, Riven held her blade up to the sky above, green energy thundering free from her body as the lines of energy crackled and traced the shape of her blade's true size, and with a powerful battle cry that shredded the earth below her feet, throwing it away in all directions, the full might of her Blade of the Exile was unleashed, a pulse of green power erupting away as her eyes burned with green light.

No more running, no more playing around. She would fight with every ounce of power she had at her disposal. Whatever happened, would happen, but she would not allow herself to be held back by her own fear and inhibitions in this fight any longer. The Prince would fall, or she would, but if it was to be her, she would do her damnedest to give him a fight he would remember until the end of his days. As Riven stood across from Jarvan, blade crackling with power, eyes locked upon him, the move was his to make. Instead of forcing HER to attack HIM, he'd have the "honor" of making the first move...
Jarvan nearly laughed when Riven leapt back from his standard, not having expected the tactic to work in the first place. Jarvan stood unfazed by Riven's transformation, observing dispassionately. If he was intimidated by Riven's unleashing of her full power, his face certainly did not reflect that fact. If anything, he looked... disappointed. Careful observation would detect a hint of frustration, almost annoyance. For a fight Jarvan had himself pushed for, one would certainly think he would be enjoying it more rather than looking on impassively while his foe gathered her strength.

Jarvan's mind was in a turmoil. Riven held such power. Her influence was great, and she was reputed to have an unbreakable will. Why, then, had she cast herself from Noxus? She could have seized power, taken Noxus. Instead she opted to vanish when she grew disillusioned with the ideals the city held. It made no sense. Shaking the thought from his head, Jarvan forced himself to analyze the change in the situation. The most obvious change was her weapon - with Riven's sword now at a size nearly equaling his own, his advantage at a distance was not quite so large. The power behind her strikes would be increased as well, so he could not be so reckless as usual. She now also had the option of the Wind Slash, something he did not look forward to enduring. And in full armor, his chances of evading it, well... they weren't.

He also noted a change in her stance, looking past the larger weapon and the faint green glow. Her eyes held conviction, her face determined. Now free of any hesitation, she was fighting with all she had, and she intended to win. Jarvan could not help but grin - she had realized what this fight meant to her, and now her heart was fully in it. This was what he had looked forward to, the fight he had craved. Two warriors giving it their all.


"It seems you are finally ready to face me seriously, Riven!" the prince yelled. "I was beginning to get offended - I thought you considered me unworthy of your blade's full power!" Leaving her no time for her to give a response that he knew would not come, he prepared to attack. Wary of utilizing the standard to open himself up for an a counterattack, he braced the grip of his lance against his elbow and held it to his side, aiming it straight for his opponent. With a roar, he surged forward at a speed that seemed impossible for anyone wearing as much armor as he, charging across the gap toward Riven.


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Ask Shyvana

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10-22-2012

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His opponent spoke as Tekun waited. Then her next words that got said, was she really going to do a lead in to an attack? Seemed so. Tekun had only a little time to react. He decided to do so by taking advantage of her jump. Tekun knew how large a target he was and he didn't feel like "Tanking" much more.

He fell back, moving backward and dropping closer as he knelt and leaned back. He brought his sword up in a diagnol arc, aiming for her side. Her slam would catch only air as Tekun took advantage of what reach he had.

If he hit she'd find that his attacks had become slightly less effective.


Crippling Blow: Cooldown UP!
Force of Will: Cooldown 15 Post.
Fatigued: Duration 4 Post.
[Fatigue: 165/150]
The strike connected, sending Shyvana flying off to the side. And the mere fact that she was caught so easily sent Shyvana over the edge once again. She ignored the pain from the strike, landing on her feet. Without a moment's pause, she leapt for Tekun, a swirling vortex of flame surrounding her. Her body violently shifted, and a moment later, she had taken her true form once again.

She sailed over Tekun, raking him with her talons as she passed, leaving a sea of flames behind her. She landed on his opposite side, and turned around to face him and the ocean of fire.


"I WILL DANCE IN YOUR ASHES!" She yelled, her voice inhuman.


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Nwol

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10-22-2012

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The strike connected, sending Shyvana flying off to the side. And the mere fact that she was caught so easily sent Shyvana over the edge once again. She ignored the pain from the strike, landing on her feet. Without a moment's pause, she leapt for Tekun, a swirling vortex of flame surrounding her. Her body violently shifted, and a moment later, she had taken her true form once again.

She sailed over Tekun, raking him with her talons as she passed, leaving a sea of flames behind her. She landed on his opposite side, and turned around to face him and the ocean of fire.


"I WILL DANCE IN YOUR ASHES!" She yelled, her voice inhuman.
Tekun had managed to score a hit and sent her back, with that he tried to put some distance between her and the half dragon. She stuck the landing and then that accursed inferno appeared again and her body shifted. 'Dammit. Already?'

And it was already heading towards him, he'd gotten a grand total of three feet away before it started sailing at him. She was high above and if Tekun had any other view he might have felt it admirable. Tekun leap to the side and kept himself as low as he could as he hit the ground. His shoulders were racked with pain. The heat of the inferno was a minor thing in the grand scheme of things but none the less stung and then there was something else he didn't quite feel which was probably a bad sign.

She struck, though it would have been much worse. But there was a shallow wound that ran half the length of his back. The inferno raged about him as he dragged himself to his feet and away His Great Cleaver was there to greet him. As the warrior picked himself up he grabbed the adamantine weapon in his one hand and shoved the Zweihander back into its sheath.

As he starred down Shyvana, he raised his adamantine weapon into stance. Somehow it felt like an inevitable defeat. Perhaps like a mortal man fighting to stave off death as long as possible. Tekun, however, had done so for at least a handful of centuries so why was victory an impossibility? He sent the thought away and his resolve only strengthened. She would be the one to fall today!

Tekun retorted with only one word in the best calm and collected fashion. His lips turned upwards into a confident and arrogant grin. "Try."

Force of Will: Cooldown 14 Post.
Fatigued: Duration 3 Post.
[Fatigue: 160/150]


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Ask Riven

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10-22-2012

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"It seems you are finally ready to face me seriously, Riven!" the prince yelled. "I was beginning to get offended - I thought you considered me unworthy of your blade's full power!" Leaving her no time for her to give a response that he knew would not come, he prepared to attack. Wary of utilizing the standard to open himself up for an a counterattack, he braced the grip of his lance against his elbow and held it to his side, aiming it straight for his opponent. With a roar, he surged forward at a speed that seemed impossible for anyone wearing as much armor as he, charging across the gap toward Riven.
Riven's response to the Prince's comment and charge would be a smirk. With a burst of speed she hadn't shown before, Riven threw herself toward the prince, her feet barely touching the ground as she dashed forward, before throwing herself into the air with a graceful flip, before she dropped toward the ground directly in front of the charging Jarvan with ferocious speed, sword pulsing with ferocious green arcs of energy as she let out a battle cry that echoed across the field.

The massive runeblade sliced into the ground like a hot knife through butter, before an enormous pulse of green energy exploded out and away from where Riven had landed, throwing chunks of earth through the air the size of Jarvan's chest as if they were pebbles, and carving a crater into the ground at her feet extending outward in ten feet in every direction. It was a fully charged Ki-Burst, which would strike the Prince with enough explosive force to stun him, as well as knock him off his feet.

And as the prince would be recovering from the strike, he would see Riven's blade become wreathed in green light as she tore it free from the ground with almost no effort, and prepared her assault...