Setting:
As per the picture to the left, the setting will be in marshland. The ground is made up of loose gravel, mud and grass; water pockets dot the landscape with depths leading up to nearly ten inches in some places. The battle takes place during autumn at midday with clear weather, but during a cold snap.

Rules:
Atop the usual two other rules have been agreed upon.

- Realistic melee; no powers.
- No projectiles.













Gerval Domruun

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Physical Features

Height: 192cm
Weight: 112.24Kg
Body Build: Muscular

Armour

Head: Nothing.
Neck: Nothing.
Chest: Lamellae armour over a mail hauberk and leather padding.
Abdomen: Lamellae armour over a mail hauberk and leather padding.
Back: Double layered mail over leather padding and a sash with loops to hold the axes.
Shoulders: Multilayered cloth pauldrons with steel mail overtop.
Arms: Nothing.
Hands: Nothing.
Waist: Steel mail over thick leather and a sash with a frog to the left to hold the sword.
Legs: Thick leather with studded greaves.
Feet: Thick leather bindings.

Weaponry

Weapon: Dane's Axe (qty: 2)
Type: Axe
Material: Steel
Length: 91cm
Weight: 1.17Kg
Description: Two sturdy dane axes that are ideal for quick powerful blows to the body. The weapons have a slow return rate after striking a blow and limited reach, but can also effectively be thrown at short range.

Weapon: Viking Sword
Type: Sword
Material: Steel
Length: 83cm (blade), 5cm(width), 102cm (total)
Weight: 1.47Kg
Description: A sword designed with a slightly long point and a thick fuller to lighten the blade while retaining strength. The cross guard is almost non-existent and the sword brands a lobed pommel.

Weapon: Round Shield
Type: Shield
Material: Lime and Poplar
Length: 93cm (diameter)
Weight: 3.12Kg
Description: A curved round shield with a 93cm diameter it's crafted from a mixture of linden and poplar. The wood is lightweight and unlikely to split as well as the fibres binding around blades preventing them from continuing without a greater exertion of force. A steel button in the center and a steel ring midway through the shield reinforces it.

Nox Deschain

Physical Features

Height: 5'4''
Weight: 145 pds
Body Build: Lean

Armour

Head: Nothing.
Neck: Nothing.
Chest: Nothing.
Abdomen: Nothing.
Back: Twin crossed Pilum.
Shoulders: Crossed thin leather slings to hold twin pilum, pointed down.
Arms: Bladed gauntlets, extend from fingers to elbows. Wrist joints allow flex.
Hands: See Above.
Waist: Simple cloth pants, a slim leather belt holds a sheath for a dagger.
Legs: See Above.
Feet: Quality leather shoes with good traction, in the form of small steel scales.

Weaponry

Weapon: Bladed Gauntlets, qty: 2
Type: Glove/gauntlet
Material: Steel
Blade length: Four inches
Description: Blackened steel, formed into standard gauntlets. Additions to the fingers in the form of four inch long blades. Metal is thicker along the forearm to allow for defence.


Weapon: Pilum, qty: 2
Type: Javelin
Material: Soft Steel
Length: 24 inches
Weight: Light
Description: Consisting of a shank about 7 mm in diameter and 60 cm long with pyramidal head. The shank was joined to the wooded shaft by either a socket or a flat tang. A modified version featuring a small guard about half way down it's length to allow use in melee combat.


Weapon: Sword-Breaker dagger. qty: 1
Type: Dagger
Material: Steel
Length: 18 inches
Weight: Light
Description: A specialy made dagger, featuring 'teeth' like that of a comb along one side, designed to catch a blade and hold tight. While the name implies breaking the blade it is quite unlikely, unless said blade is thin or poorly made. The oposite side features a sharp cutting blade.

OOC: Sorry for the slow reply on this.

A hectic rush of footsteps battered heavily into the sodden earth leaving behind a trail that would, if there were more men, have undeniably led to a great victory or immense travesty. But alas only two men were in the marshes today, one a head taller and nearly a man heavier than the other and the first to initiate combat. He was well versed in close quarters combat, having dealt with war since a young age bloodshed was comparable to chores. His sword was drawn as he began to run, the metal rings of his mail ringing as the mesh doubled over itself with every extension of his body, and held adjacent his body the point towards the horizon prepared for a horizontal slash at the foes bare chest or if necessary to parry a blow from his unique weapons. Shield head ahead and acting as a plow guarding and pushing away any ranged attacks from the smaller man, which at this time was still more than 60 paces away, meant that Gerval's obvious disadvantage in ranged combat wouldn't readily be as devastating as his first strike. If everything followed fates plans he would charge into the foe, avoiding any damage from his javelins and slamming the button of the shield upwards and into the gut of the gladiator. Were this tactic to fail, due to a preemptive strike from the gladiator Gerval would then parry the blow, sacrificing momentum for safety, as he tried to use the shield and what momentum remaining in his charge to unsteady his adversary.

(OOC: It's cool, Im busy too.)

It was damn cold. And it was damn wet. The area was a terrible place to fight, almost a swamp in it's excessive wetness. Small hillocks of earth and pockets of grass providing the only alternitive to wet muddy slime. To top it off the day was just getting colder. All in all a poor place for a battle; so there was one. It had raged on and off over this sad chunk of land for generations, no one wanted it per say, but the idea of someone ELSE having it was just to much. So there was battle.

Watching the large man run, wincing at near-misses of foot over root, splashes into nasty water crawling with who knew what, was Nox. The gap was closing, but it hardly mattered. It was like watching a rhino rush at a gazel. You knew if that lil bastard didn't move he was doomed, but that gazel just kept munchin grass. Standing on one of the few and far between patches of grass, all limbered up from hopping from dry spot to dry spot just to get here, Nox regards the charging warrior. Sword out, shield down..impressive, but slow.

The land itself would slow the charging man, uneven terrain...water...roots and such. It would serve as a deterent against such moves in the future. The man's weight also would slow him quite a bit, every step into watery mud threatening to be his last as the rotting vegatative goo was pressed under pounds and pounds of angry man. Each step would require the oppnent to strain..pulling his foot free with a wet suck...and send it out again for more running.

Weight was something Nox didn't worry about. Dressed lightly, though it was a bit COLD, his weight was easily supported by the clumps of grass and soft earth scattered about. To prove this, while still quite a bit away from the other man, Nox would do a simple cartwheel over and away to the left, pressing off with one powerfully toned leg, to press a carfuly placed hand on an exposed clump of dirt, springing over further to land on a seperate chunk of stone poking out of the muck.

The movement took but a moment, and already placed even more distance between the two fighters. Going from the estimated 60 paces to about 75. Not much, but it showed that if the huge man wanted to run..he would be doing it for a bit. Running in this muck would cost Gerval stamina, no doubt he would tire quickly sloshing about in this horrible swamp. His own gear weighing on him, mud sucking at each step, it was going to be a long day for the big man.

Just to be safe, as Nox tended to like to be, he would draw one of his lances, the round shaft of a pilum gripped in his hand comfotably. The guard, placed at the mid-point of the weapon allowed for it's use as a melee weapon, though with a twist and snap could be removed easily. Keeping the guard in place for now Nox watches the other man, sending out a shrill whistle to indicate his place, "That mud looks rather cold." he would comment, bouncing the pole in the palm of his hand to test it's weight. "Hell of a place to fight, eh?"