As previously agreed yesterday evening whilst in the live chat, I hereby officially challenge you to a death-match.

The character you will be facing: Alakor


Rules and Regulations:

• Realistic Melee between low tier characters.
• Each fighter is allowed to begin the fight with two weapons based on if you wish us to only engage in melee combat or ranged combat as well. Improvised weapons are not to be accepted.
• Each participant is expected to not engage is any sort of god-modding, no matter if it displays itself in the form of auto-confirming a hit, power-playing or any other shape.
• All the rules of T1 and the RPG forums are to be respected.
• Each first post is to only contain the character's introduction and/or preparation.
• The time limit will be four days before you can enter a follow through attack if your opponent fails to respond. The match will continue on until either one character dies.

Judges:

I would like two judges to witness our fight if it is agreeable with you. If not, I assume one shall do: on my behalf I submit spacetime. Please confirm and/or add another judge on your behalf if you agree for two witnesses to decide our battle.

I accept. You will be facing Lamina Manira.
roleplay/the-multiverse/characters/lamina-manira/

The judge I submit on my behalf is ForgottenWarrior. Against my better judgment I accept spacetime as the other judge. I would prefer realistic melee only with no ranged weapons or projectiles like rocks and throwing knives.

As you are making the challenge I'll give you the option to post first, so that you can set up your character and the time of day, etc.

I accept ForgottenWarrior as the judge participating on your behalf. Realistic melee challenge based on close-proximity weapons only accepted (no ranged weapons and/or projectiles shall be used by neither combatant). The setting, if acceptable to you, will be a field (short, lush grass) which stretches as far as the eye can spot. No trees and/or other obstacles can be seen. Time of day: afternoon - grey clouds now linger across the celestial bolt, blocking most of the sun's golden beams.


EDIT: Seeing as no objections have been brought, I assume we can begin.

"The other half shall be delivered upon confirming the execution of your mark." - the sombre voice dictated, a black envelope held between wrinkled fingers.

"Perhaps you are unfamiliar with my set of skills, withal, I shall refresh my memory. I do not stalk my victims. Each and every request directed towards me must be accompanied by a hunter willing to track the target." - Alakor scoffed, visibly irritated by the contractor's insolence.

"We have already taken care of such.. trivial details. A formal challenge has been extended towards her; our contacts inform us that she has not declined any combatant so far, thus, we are positive in her advent. One of her level would never decline the opportunity to engage in a death-match with a slayer of your skills."

"Her? Am I to kill a woman?" - the gentleman inquired, emerald orbs waltzing across the amount of credits now visible after agile fingers breached the envelope.

"One moment." - the elder spoke whilst hands now scoured the contents of a drawer, moments later revealing a file in which dozens of pages messily lay cluttered.

"Ah.. I have heard of her. A gladiator, is she not?" - Alakor questioned whilst uplifting an unshaved chin with the aid of his left arm.

"Indeed she is. The finest, at that. Now, I trust you still accept the job?"

"Her gender and her qualifications matter not. Each and every life has a price, thus each and every life can be claimed." - and with those last few words conveyed, the male rose from his chair only to vanish past the wooden door trices later.


*Time skip to the battle-scene*


"Tsk. Why did it have to be a bleak day?" - Alakor sighed whilst coupling a battered palm with his forehead in an attempt to scout across the scenery, a lingering sensation of anxiety tempering with his psyche. It was indeed an odd location to hold a battle, was it not? A field which stretched past the horizon's line with no ponds, trees or any sort of wild-life in sight. It was as if Mother Earth had torn the patch of land with bare arms from the World itself in order to place it out of reach for mortals and beasts alike, the only two souls present were him, and the soon-to-be-rival. Alas, in lack of any better settlement it would have to do - he had after all fought in more nerve wrecking sets. Only a few more moments were offered to the studying of the environment, the athletic figure now proceeding to lethargically discard the various weapons which lay strapped beneath the velvet coat or clanged across his waist. One after another, a three-section-staff, a Kusarigama and several tactical grenades were tossed to the side, the aforementioned coat atop the objects akin to a blanket warming a youngling.

Button after button, a worn (once)white shirt was removed in order to reveal a scarred chest, sturdy arms gyrating back and in an effort to ensure that all motor functions were "functioning" properly. Along with the multitude of wounds the inked part of his frame was now visible to the naked eye, a crescent moon stoically guarding his right arm. No more words than those already used were needed to describe the 'butcher', as in essence he had always been the simplest, albeit the most sophisticated of men.

The one too many months which had been swept away since the male's last truly challenging match had caused him to grow anxious , the vivid taste of crimson blood chained with the prospect of again facing death acting as stimulants to his already growing lust for combat. Through a nimble hop leather shoes had been removed, Alakor inhaling oh-so-gently whilst adopting his stance. Feet united in an "L", one arm neatly latched against his back whilst the other stood extended forward, elbows partially crooked, its palm in the open hoisted downwards lest he deliver the impression of desiring to engage the foe with the aid of only three of his limbs.

"May the Grim Reaper take the one which is most worthy of his time."

Quietly and dutifully the young weapon-clad girl moved once again into the vast open field that had been chosen to stage her most recent death matches. She had little idea just what her arena superiors were up to sending her on these various violent missions, only that she was paid to play angel of death when out of the arena sands. It was enough to trouble her emotionally--she had quite a bit of experience and talent in the actual ways of fighting, though she was new to the world outside the coliseum and especially acts of murder.
Lamina remained calm, each step inching her way closer to the man who had been designated her opponent. Despite her diminutive stature and young age, she showed no sign of fear whatsoever--only a cold green stare as she looked up at him, a ten second stare-down, before his words broke the quiet sound of wind blowing through grass.
May the grim reaper take the one which is most worthy of his time.

Lamina almost rolled her eyes. However, she did not dare take her stare away from the man's solar plexus, a point of reference from which she could keep the entire body's range of motion in view.

"Do your worst--I want you to shine in the last moments of your life," the teenage girl responded bitterly. Her weapons remained undrawn.
"I'm waiting."

Ah, how insolent brats had grown these days. It was indeed true what they say: parents no longer did their job properly. Nevertheless, amusement was produced, a hiccuped laughter shaded by a belittling tone used to address the woman. "First and foremost, 'tis understood that if late, any honorable and educated individual would extend his or hers apologies. Withal, I should have not expected as much from a child. As manners dictate it, M'dame, the first blow belongs to you. In spite of it all, I find myself compelled to extend a favor -" whereas words liberated the melancholic sentence meant to grant the child a final chance at retaining her breath, a right ankle drilled itself in the arid soil as to sketch a petite line.

Sighing absently, two meters were taken backwards from the aforementioned line, Alakor inquisitively studying the female: "- this is a mountain I doubt you will want to climb. 'Tis your decision, Md'ame."

Lamina had no issue throwing the first blow, and as she had already extended to him the offer of attacking first, she stepped forward with little hesitation. If he wanted to throw away the advantage of offense, then so be it.
"Alright, fine. I guess we gotta start somewhere."

It was rare that Lamina was ever seen at her very best ability, as the fickle crowds of the coliseum always demanded a bit of a show--whether that be displays of mercy or simply playing with her opponent to some degree. However, this was to be a personal death match before no spectator. Consequently she drew her swords, a wakizashi in each hand. Lamina didn't often fight florentine, as the second blade seemed too overkill for arena and she enjoyed both the handicap and the off hand. This wasn't a gladiatorial game, however--this was to be murder, and so her opponent had the opportunity to face her at her best.
She crossed the symbolic line that had been drawn in the sand. At this point, she accelerated to swift forward steps to quickly close the distance before stopping a short distance from the man, landing upon her forward right foot as her right blade swiped in a horizontal motion that'd harmlessly graze the right to left side of the opponent's torso by the mere inch of the diamondroid tip. The attack was clearly to put the opponent into motion and to begin the proverbial flow of the duel that was about to commence on much more violent terms.

(It has been five days with no response from Frozen_Soul. As specified by the rules of this duel, the time limit is four days before a follow-up attack may be posted. In doing so in T1, it's very easy to put someone in no position to defend, which has pretty much happened here. If you want to try to keep using Alakor at this point then that's fine, but I am willing to re-match fairly against another one of your characters.)

Immediately following the initial swipe, she plunged the same sword's tip into the left side of the opponent's body, intent on piercing the lung. This was delivered from the nearly point-blank finish to her light horizontal swipe. There simply would not be enough room to anticipate the attack and parry or evade unscathed as the opponent had not moved into position to do so, and her left wakizashi remained poised defensively before her in anticipation for his reaction.

He had plenty of positions to defend from that. I dunno if FS wants to rematch or not.