Battle Field:Open Plains of Bluehaven Rules: Normal Prize: 500gp
HP: 25 Attack: 15(21: +2 from Yellow Scarf, +4 from Bastard Sword) or (21: +2 from Yellow Scarf, +4 from Mage Masher) Defense: 10(18: +2 from Ring of Protection, +1 from Bandanna, +2 Defense Gloves, +1 from Leather Hat, +2 from Yellow Scarf) Magic: 4(8: +4 from Magic Earings) Magic Defense: 3(10: +4 from Ring of Protection, +2 from Magic Earings, +1 from Defense Gloves)
Fiscal smirked, lying down in the field of grass. A strand of wheat was hanging from his mouth and his hat was covering his face, making it seem as if he were taking a nap. The sea was relaxing, but sometimes the fields were more comfortable.
Post by Talon Snowfang on Mar 17, 2008 16:02:34 GMT -5
HP: 25 Attack: 12 (+8 from sword, badge, and belt) Defense: 13 (+5 from ring, gloves, bandanna, and boots) Magic: 4 (+4 from earrings) Magic Defense: 3 (+8 from both of his rings and his earrings)
Damien strolled up and popped his knuckles. "Yo! Fiscal get your lazy arse up and prepare yourself!" He yelled and pulled his sword and prepared himself to fight him. He had a gold badge, symbol of bravery, on a silver chain around his neck that hung down in front of his heart.
[dice=6] Fiscal sighed, hearing Damien call his name. He whipped out his dagger, stopping Damien's sword as if he predicted the attack. Rolling to a side and standing up, he sighed as he brushed the dirt off his clothes.
"Geez Cap'n Damien, why must you always aim for the scarf?"
He grinned, sheathing the dagger and unsheathing his sword. He then charged at Damien. Stopping quickly, he whipped his sword up, attempting to slash off Damien's bandanna. HP: 25
Post by Talon Snowfang on Mar 17, 2008 16:13:54 GMT -5
Damien jumped back and watched his bandanna fall off. He grabbed it and retied it. He smirked. "Cause it makes you look gay!" He yelled as he charged Fiscal and swung his blade hard towards his sword hand to make it hard for him to swing the blade.
Fiscal turned the hilt, stopping the hit from slashing his hand off. However, it still sent a jolt of pain through the arm. He smirked, throwing the sword into the air.
"This is where I say, "Ah, you missed one important fact, senor!"
He lifted his hand, catching the handle of the sword in his right hand. Stepping forward quickly, he steadied a slashing position. Noticing a badge on his chest, he smirked. With a quick slash, he aimed to knock off the badge into some bushes.
Post by Talon Snowfang on Mar 17, 2008 16:22:17 GMT -5
Damien parried his blade and smirked. "Sadly Fiscal...your not big enough to cut through metal yet pal! And you wont be winning this match kiddo!" He pulled his sword back as if to slash but during mid swing twisted and slammed the flat of the blade into his left cheek.
[dice=6] "You can do anything you set your mind to, as long as you wish for it hard enough!"
Fiscal smirked, unsheathing his dagger to stop the blade from touching his face. Sheathing back the dagger, he stepped forward and made a horizontal cut towards Damien's torso. HP: 23[rand=3310772185213864779523346107453175796360848471527150130965746939]
Post by Talon Snowfang on Mar 17, 2008 16:28:18 GMT -5
Damien slammed his blade down and sparks flew as he sent Fiscal's blade to opposite way. "Now you sound like a bigger panzy than before! Setting your mind to something wont get you anything but sorrow of not making that goal kid! You have to make something for yourself and not dream!" He spun and sent a diagonal slash down across his abs.