Post by Burgundy on Aug 11, 2021 23:04:36 GMT -5
"Stock Talon!"
Blaire came out the gate with a powerful slash aimed at Bandit's side, a stumbling motion which narrowly seemed to avoid his opponent checking him in the ribs with a casually 'misplaced' sword. However, the sound of steel against steel audibly interrupted the attempt at a quick finish. The stumbling swordsman found himself resting his body weight against the intersecting blades rather than finishing his maneuver. The wine in his cup jostled somewhat as inertia caused it to roll, tossing into itself like a wave, but still failing to spill.
"Nah, bro. It ain't gonna work like that," spoke Bandit, with a cocksure grin. He pushed Blaire back with a little effort, resulting in a less-than-graceful series of backsteps, which the bald gladiator would quickly follow up on, taking a swing aimed at his chest.
For a moment it appeared as though the feather-capped swordsman was about to fall in order to dodge the slash, but strangely, his back stopped at roughly waist-level, limbo-ing drunkenly under the attack, which only managed to clip his nice hat, knocking it off his head. Blaire would linger a moment before lurching back upright with a sudden lunge.
Bandit retreated a step and swatted Joyeuse to the outside with a backhanded parry, redirecting the rosy-cheeked gladiator's forward momentum, and riposted with flicking flourish that lead into a downward swing of his blade. The blonde swordsman would have a moment of clarity, realizing that his opponent was unnaturally skilled, adjusting to his uncanny style without any difficulty to show for it. It seemed that he was unable to fool his eyes with his swaying movements.
Blaire would allow his momentum to carry him out of reach, before turning face and looking at him more closely. "You're more skilled than you let on," the rosy-cheeked competitor would comment, swirling his wine thoughtfully next to his ear. "Apapapah! I ain't been hiding shit, bro. You just presumed," Bandit replied with a laugh, "Maybe you shouldn't be actin' all high and funky-fresh just cuz you cleaned up all the trash, huh bro?"
The presently cap-less swordsman would lilt his head to the side for a moment, admitting perhaps he was at fault without using words, but he would smirk. "I might have been mistaken, but I know a liar when I hear one," he would speak.
With a sudden burst of movement, Blaire leapt into the air, and threw his sword like a kunai at his shade-spectacled foe. "A diving thrust, bro? Really?" mistakenly mocked Bandit, who swatted the blade with his own, causing it to flip wildly into the air. In that instant he realized his mistake, and made an audible grunt of surprise, as Blaire swooped in holding Joyeuse's scabbard, and swatted him across the face with it, sending him rolling across the ground and knocking his sunglasses off his face. He nearly fell off the stage, but landed in a slump on the ground.
"I've figured you out, Bandit. It was prudent of you to keep it hidden, but you don't have a chance anymore. I bid you to surrender before I start to feel guilty," the rosy-cheeked gladiator would comment, sliding his scabbard back into its holster before catching his rapier and sipping his wine, its ringing audible on the wind.
Bandit would slowly begin to stand up, placing a hand on his face, feeling around for a moment, before sighing and standing upright. As he rose, what he had hidden was revealed, a scar across both eyes and the bridge of his nose, with milky white orbs in the sockets, which yet twitched as the man grinned. "Damn, bro. You caught me," Bandit would say, almost happily, holding his rapier's handle tightly as though squeezing a stress ball.
"Indeed. I had a few theories, but I tested you thusly to see which was most likely. I didn't anticipate that you'd fall for it so readily, however. Had you blocked my thrown rapier and counteracted my follow-up, I would have suspected the sunglasses had some manner of advanced technology to them. But to call my attack incorrectly when I performed it in front of you plain as day..."
"Tch... I got cocky, bro..."
"No doubt about it. You're a blind warrior," the blonde swordsman would say, "I couldn't fool your eyes with my moves because there were no eyes to fool. You were using your hearing to track Joyeuse's movements and reacting to them. She sings so beautifully, after all, so I doubt even a man in a dark room would have much trouble finding her, especially when she gets riled up."
Blaire would proceed to sheathe his blade, and the ringing was thus halted. "What doesn't sing, is a scabbard. How refined are your other senses, Bandit?"
The man would lick his lips and grin, taking a very different stance from before – far more aggressive, his blade at his side, shoulders raised and forward. "Bro, I think it's funky that you figured out my secret n' shit. I do. But bro, if you think you're the first to take advantage of a blind man in a fight, then I've got some bad news for you," he would clap back with a grin.
Blaire came out the gate with a powerful slash aimed at Bandit's side, a stumbling motion which narrowly seemed to avoid his opponent checking him in the ribs with a casually 'misplaced' sword. However, the sound of steel against steel audibly interrupted the attempt at a quick finish. The stumbling swordsman found himself resting his body weight against the intersecting blades rather than finishing his maneuver. The wine in his cup jostled somewhat as inertia caused it to roll, tossing into itself like a wave, but still failing to spill.
"Nah, bro. It ain't gonna work like that," spoke Bandit, with a cocksure grin. He pushed Blaire back with a little effort, resulting in a less-than-graceful series of backsteps, which the bald gladiator would quickly follow up on, taking a swing aimed at his chest.
For a moment it appeared as though the feather-capped swordsman was about to fall in order to dodge the slash, but strangely, his back stopped at roughly waist-level, limbo-ing drunkenly under the attack, which only managed to clip his nice hat, knocking it off his head. Blaire would linger a moment before lurching back upright with a sudden lunge.
Bandit retreated a step and swatted Joyeuse to the outside with a backhanded parry, redirecting the rosy-cheeked gladiator's forward momentum, and riposted with flicking flourish that lead into a downward swing of his blade. The blonde swordsman would have a moment of clarity, realizing that his opponent was unnaturally skilled, adjusting to his uncanny style without any difficulty to show for it. It seemed that he was unable to fool his eyes with his swaying movements.
Blaire would allow his momentum to carry him out of reach, before turning face and looking at him more closely. "You're more skilled than you let on," the rosy-cheeked competitor would comment, swirling his wine thoughtfully next to his ear. "Apapapah! I ain't been hiding shit, bro. You just presumed," Bandit replied with a laugh, "Maybe you shouldn't be actin' all high and funky-fresh just cuz you cleaned up all the trash, huh bro?"
The presently cap-less swordsman would lilt his head to the side for a moment, admitting perhaps he was at fault without using words, but he would smirk. "I might have been mistaken, but I know a liar when I hear one," he would speak.
With a sudden burst of movement, Blaire leapt into the air, and threw his sword like a kunai at his shade-spectacled foe. "A diving thrust, bro? Really?" mistakenly mocked Bandit, who swatted the blade with his own, causing it to flip wildly into the air. In that instant he realized his mistake, and made an audible grunt of surprise, as Blaire swooped in holding Joyeuse's scabbard, and swatted him across the face with it, sending him rolling across the ground and knocking his sunglasses off his face. He nearly fell off the stage, but landed in a slump on the ground.
"I've figured you out, Bandit. It was prudent of you to keep it hidden, but you don't have a chance anymore. I bid you to surrender before I start to feel guilty," the rosy-cheeked gladiator would comment, sliding his scabbard back into its holster before catching his rapier and sipping his wine, its ringing audible on the wind.
Bandit would slowly begin to stand up, placing a hand on his face, feeling around for a moment, before sighing and standing upright. As he rose, what he had hidden was revealed, a scar across both eyes and the bridge of his nose, with milky white orbs in the sockets, which yet twitched as the man grinned. "Damn, bro. You caught me," Bandit would say, almost happily, holding his rapier's handle tightly as though squeezing a stress ball.
"Indeed. I had a few theories, but I tested you thusly to see which was most likely. I didn't anticipate that you'd fall for it so readily, however. Had you blocked my thrown rapier and counteracted my follow-up, I would have suspected the sunglasses had some manner of advanced technology to them. But to call my attack incorrectly when I performed it in front of you plain as day..."
"Tch... I got cocky, bro..."
"No doubt about it. You're a blind warrior," the blonde swordsman would say, "I couldn't fool your eyes with my moves because there were no eyes to fool. You were using your hearing to track Joyeuse's movements and reacting to them. She sings so beautifully, after all, so I doubt even a man in a dark room would have much trouble finding her, especially when she gets riled up."
Blaire would proceed to sheathe his blade, and the ringing was thus halted. "What doesn't sing, is a scabbard. How refined are your other senses, Bandit?"
The man would lick his lips and grin, taking a very different stance from before – far more aggressive, his blade at his side, shoulders raised and forward. "Bro, I think it's funky that you figured out my secret n' shit. I do. But bro, if you think you're the first to take advantage of a blind man in a fight, then I've got some bad news for you," he would clap back with a grin.