Sara Whitley vs. Dionysus

Sara Whitley · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sara Whitley** on Thu Feb 24, 2011 10:32 pm

Solinus Sea Beach. Awhile ago, young Lamina Manira had scoped out the setting in response to rumors detailing an epic practice and training ground for the most sophisticated of warriors. It was on this day that the girl met with one such warrior named Dion, a tall man who had claimed to be a retired warrior and sparred with her that night with naught but his bare fists and silk shirt.
Lamina arrived with the same weapon as before, her trusty venetian schiavona. Today, she had expected Dion to come similarly armed--for tonight's practice would be of higher stakes. He had chosen to dabble in her forte, though the presence of his own edge should add a significant advantage that her opponent was missing before. This would be quite interesting.
"Hello, Dion," she said in a gentle tone, her abrasive demeanor held back by what respect she held for the man and his fighting spirit. Her sword was gripped lackadaisically in her right hand, it's tip swinging to and fro inches from the sand as she slowly approached him in a casual demeanor, the light of the setting sun reflecting brilliantly off the steel-encased toes of her boots.
"Are you ready?"

Dionysus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dionysus** on Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:04 am

Dion was already standing on the beach, just near the shore. The two of them had already assumed their positions, squaring off about seven feet from one another. Lamina was weilding a fancy schiavona with a highly intricate hand-guard, waving her blade to and fro as she waited respectfully for him to get ready. Dion held a jian or Chinese straight sword typical of kung fu weapon styles in his right hand with the blade facing upwards at a diagonal incline to the left. The tip of his sword was pointing towards Lamina, as he was standing in what appeared to be a common bow-and-arrow stance. His right foot was forward with his leg bent slightly, while his left leg extended straight back behind him without bending. Despite the flexibility and strength it would require, Dion chose the more traditional and uncomfortable stance of standing with both feet flat on the ground, pointing forward towards the direction of his sparring partner. He had on a Chinese gwan or kung fu uniform made of pure white silk with frog-knot buttons and was wearing white vans on his feet which resembled kung fu slippers. Dion was also weilding another weapon in his left hand, and holding it crossed over behind the blade of his jian. It was the black scabbard for his sword, made of polished black wood reinforced with metal fittings. Although his costume, weapons and stance seemed quite typical and traditional, his fencing style was unorthodox. He spun the sword and scabbard around with his hands one time like a pair of rattan sticks before shifting his body weight towards the back leg. Dion moved slowly with what seemed like perfect balance as he sat down on his back leg, extending his right leg straight out with his toes curved slightly inward, left heel raised up with his right foot flat on the beach. Bowing his head to Lamina without moving his body, he unverbally gave her the signal that he was ready to begin. With that, he sat perfectly still.

Sara Whitley · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sara Whitley** on Fri Feb 25, 2011 4:25 am

She bowed and curtsied the hem of her dress with her left hand, her right pointing the blade vertically before her body like a military salute. She rose from the bow and fixed one of the black bandage wrappings that she wore around the bracers on her forearms.
"En garde."

And then she approached, closing the distance between the two. She read his stance, which was defensive by the nature of his footing. Upon reaching inches of a sword's proximity of reach, her right foot led her stance as her shoulder contorted in slightly, the left arm chambered at her hip, it's corresponding shoulder slanted back at a shallow angle from the opponent. A light thrust of the sword jabbed at the opponent's left ankle, capitalizing on Dion's weight upon the target and teasing him into the start of the battle.

Dionysus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dionysus** on Fri Feb 25, 2011 6:19 pm

Dion was indeed standing in a defensive stance, roughly seven feet from his opponent as she curtsied before him. He always thought that was a cute thing to see from a lady, but he kept a straight face and maintained focus on her sword. As Lamina started to approach him, Dion was already prepared. With the distance between them, he would have more than enough time to react before Lamina was able to thrust or feint with her schiavona. His right leg was extended straight out in front of him with his foot flat on the ground. His left foot was further back, with all of his weight seemingly placed on his back leg.

As Lamina started to approach him, Dion suddenly slid his right foot in a wide arch around to the side and behind him in a low reversed c-shaped sweep along the sand so that he was once again standing in a bow and arrow stance with all of his weight still forward on his bent left knee. His right foot would draw a crescent moon in the sand as he moved swiftly with seemingly perfect balance which could only come from training. Lamina would still be closing the gap between them by the time Dion pushed himself up with his left leg, using his bent knee to spring into action. He would shift his body, taking a step back with his left foot while keeping his right foot planted forward, positioning himself in a typical baijong stance common to boxing and many kung fu styles.

With this shift in position, Dion kept his sword out in front of him with the blade pointing diagonally upwards, straight towards his opponent's eyes while still maintaining a good distance between them, just close enough to touch swords if they were to both extend straight out. By angling his sword in a way where it would point towards Lamina's eyes, Dion was possibly able to not only keep her at bay but also to prevent her from seeing the full length of his sword, which might cause her to mis-judge the true range of his attack and defense. His left foot was in back now, with his heel slightly raised to give him more spring in his step. Both of his legs were slightly bent, while his body was entirely neutral with a 50/50 weight placement on both feet. His left hand twirled the scabbard around so that he would be holding it at the top with the shaft pointing downwards in a defensive manner, possibly to be used as a hooking device later on, or for parrying any low attacks on his body. He would not bounce around or move any from side to side. Instead, he would remain as he did before, by staying still.

Sara Whitley · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sara Whitley** on Sat Feb 26, 2011 2:59 am

As Lamina approached, Dion slid his right foot back with a half-moon crescent shuffle, reallocating his weight before a backwards step assisted in avoiding the girl's initial thrust. Thus the point of her sword fell short of it's target by inches. Lamina did not stop, however, and another forward step brought her diagonally forward toward Dion's left flank, moving the girl right aside the pointed jian while simultaneously denying the opponent the range he sought to seek against her.
With her forward motion her right arm bent, effectively "chambering" her sword without pulling it further from her opponent. From here she made a second move, though her footwork guaranteed a smooth and continuous motion in the sword. Her right arm brought the schiavona into a vicious upward swing of true force and commitment, the weapon having the distance necessary to accelerate from it's downward position and deliver the most potent blow a girl of fifteen could muster. It's objective was the relentless interception of the man's scabbard as he reversed it's grip mid-step. Because Dion's grip would go slack in the middle of it's reversal, the sheer force of Lamina's sword should result in a jarring clash and the immediate disarmament of Dion's scabbard, the shock prying it from it's slack grip so it could go flying some distance beyond.
At this point in time Lamina's right foot led her stance, her left leg tensing as the corresponding empty hand unclenched and rose upward from it's chambered position above her own sheath, both preparations to what she predicted would be Dion's response. The next second would tell.

Dionysus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dionysus** on Sat Feb 26, 2011 5:00 pm

Moved in correspondance to Lamina's actions in a sort of two person dance. As she moved, he moved. As he moved, she moved. Lamina swung her sword against the side of Dion's black scabbard as he went about twirling it. But as the scabbard went flying from his grip, Dion's left hand would seize hold on the yellow cord that was hanging from it, allowing the scabbard to continue in its momentum. Lamina's commitment with her sword was telegraphed perfectly, allowing Dion to counter before she could change her own momentum with her schiavona. He turned his body slightly to coincide with Lamina's footwork by moving his left foot back beside him so that he would still be in the same 50/50 neutral stance, facing her directly as before with his right foot still planted in the same spot. He lowered the hilt of his sword only slightly, still aiming the blade upward with the tip pointing straight at Lamina's face just like before. His front right side was the only thing exposed to her sight, as he kept his left and backside out of her range. At the same time as his left foot was landing behind him, Dion would capitalize on Lamina's upward swing away from him by twirling the scabbard around and over his head by the cord, aiming to clock her in the left side of the face with the wooden sheath's momentum. As he did this, he would lean his head back slightly just for a split milisecond to allow the scabbard to fly swiftly like a nunchaku handle with whipping forcefulness. Hit or miss, Dion's left hand fell back into its original defensive position, allowing the motion of the cord on his scabbard to do all of the work. It was a dance of death indeed, as Dion kept his sword ready in a neutral posture for both countering and defense. To her dismay, Dion met with little resistance, instead focussing his energy on internal circular movements in order to evade, reposition and capitalize on Lamina's own actions. His entire style up until this point consisted of twisting, twirling and arching motions. It was a major difference from their previous encounter, when Dion met her directly with straight forward relentless attacks.

Sara Whitley · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sara Whitley** on Sun Feb 27, 2011 4:48 am

So the scabbard swung around in a horizontal arc to collide with the left side of her face when the opponent grabbed the cord. Interesting tactic--one she simply ducked in a similar manner to the bobbing of his head, the sheath flying overhead of both combatants. The man had pivoted counter-clockwise on his right foot, moving to Lamina's left flank. In response she twisted in place to face him, both of her boots twisting in the sand from her nearly crouched position. The girl's left arm had now risen, presenting a forearm block with her metal bracer to the left flat of the opponent's blade, warding it from moving against her as she orchestrated the man's quick and untimely defeat. As the sheath flew overhead and she twisted, she pulled her blade down from the crest of it's strike into another swing quicker than the already stepping man could shift inertia and move, it's edge whipping around to the man's soft left ribcage. Dion may have been moving from her with each pass, though Lamina would, at this point, inevitably gain close range on him, her legs ready to uncoil like a spring so she could advance against him, thoroughly expecting him to try and move away from her strike again. Proximity was very close and she intended to keep it that way, and with the scabbard currently flying overhead and the jian held at bay, the schiavona may just find it's mark well before Dion could efficiently react with either of his limbs, the element of surprise and the potency of her strike combining for a very deadly cut that would stop only inches from meeting it's target. This was only a spar, after all.
Would he find time to escape the full length of the swinging blade at such a close range brought about by Dionysus' footwork?

Dionysus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dionysus** on Mon Feb 28, 2011 11:11 pm

Lamina was trying desperately to keep him on his toes. Each movement he made was followed by hers, in an elegant and graceful dance that seemed beautiful yet deadly. Lamina's first two attacks with her schiavona did not work out as she had planned, and now she was in close range for another attack, this time a slash from right to left, aiming at Dion's left ribcage whilst simultaneously using her left armguard to block his jian from maneuvering. She thought that her technique was perfect, and that all of his limbs would be preoccupied to prevent him from countering. But she neglected to notice that all of her limbs were actually preoccupied in trying to keep him busy. Dion's sword had been previously lowered slightly into a more suitable position for both offense and defense, and this subtle little movement would now take effect in its reasoning. As Lamina's metal bracer pushed up in a forearm block against his blade, Dion would simply twirl his wrist, allowing the jian to go with the momentum of Lamina's forearm before circling around underneath it in one of her own style of fencing's manuevers called a coup fouetté. Dion would turn his wrist so that the blade of his jian turned horizontally, sliding against the lower part of Lamina's metal bracer only to seek its target at the left side of Lamina's ribcage. It was in the exact same spot she was hoping to strike him at, with almost the same exact geometry. Dion's blade would find its target at the same exact time as Lamina's blade, and would stop just inches away from her in exactly the same manner. As this happened, Dion seemed to still be expressing the same look of emotionless focus. He showed no fear, no anger, no sorrow whatsoever. His eyes simply met hers with a calm sense of respect and self control. He paused, staring at her quietly for a moment before taking a step back, nodding in respect to his opponent before raising his sword again in a ready position.

Sara Whitley · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sara Whitley** on Tue Mar 01, 2011 7:22 am

Very good logic, she thought, in his attempt to bring the fight to a stalemate by slipping his blade beneath her guarding left arm. Lamina, however, was persistent for victory as always, and Dion had made a minor miscalculation in both her intentions with the defense and the intensity of her actions. She had brought her left forearm up to brace against the sword, though truly she had only presented the bracer to the blade's flat, as opposed to a striking motion that may put inertia into her arm. By the logic of that defense the arm's job was simply to keep the sword at bay by any means necessary, it's very positioning rather than it's motion being the ward against counterattack.
Thus, when Dion went to re-angle his sword, Lamina also moved her arm. She locked out her left arm in order to descend the position of the forearm level with the now-horizontal jian, allowing the blade to cut into the black bandage wrappings around her bracer and scrape against the metal below. In tandem her arm reached forward, now nearly parallel with the blade with it's flat balanced precariously against the bracer, and the deft little fingers of her hand wrapped tightly around the curvaceous little crossguard of the opponent's sword, effectively forcing him into a grapple just long enough to stop the motion of his arm as her schiavona scored a hit. By raising herself from the semi-crouched position, (as she did not need to pursue) she applied more outward force to her left limb, temporarily compensating for any difference in strength that may come into play.
Should he continue to struggle past this point, he may find the elegant basket-hilt of her own weapon arcing around to his front side, in order to knock him mercilessly in the solar-plexus, her arm altering the sword however necessary to strike point-blank range without having to actually cut him in the side. From either scenario, she would take two steps back and bring her blade before her, it's tip level with the man's chin.
"Are we done?"

Dionysus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Dionysus** on Tue Mar 01, 2011 12:43 pm

Dion's face showed no expression whatsoever as Lamina's actions took place. He had curved his sword around her arm, only to find out that she would seize it by the guard with her left hand. Normally, there would be many thoughts rushing through people's minds in a situation like this, but Dion seemed quietly disciplined with self control. As Lamina brought her sword in for a hit to his left ribcage, he stopped and paused to look at Lamina in the eyes. For a moment he would not move or do anything, simply staring at her in silence as she brought the tip of her sword up to his chin. Then he would release his right hand off of the hilt of his sword, allowing Lamina to have full control over both weapons. Dion dropped the scabbard on the beach and raised both hands in front of him in a praying position. He would ball his right hand into a closed fist, while keeping his left hand open, placing his palm to his fist and bowing his head slightly to Lamina in respect, keeping his gaze on her while formally accepting the end of the matchup. Then in a calm and lowered voice, Dion smiled slightly while answering Lamina in a most friendly manner... "We are done".

Sara Whitley · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sara Whitley** on Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:39 pm

With a curt nod, she lowers her sword and spun the jian around in her hand, presenting him the hilt of his sword for retrieval. Rarely did she face an opponent so meticulous in his movement, so well practiced and yet, so respectful in defeat. Because of this, she actually smiled. And Lamina rarely ever smiled.
"Very good," she responded. "You did quite well. I'm impressed. I haven't fought like that since I faced Kade in the TK Arena," she said, reminiscing of times long past.
She sheathed her sword.

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