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Post by Brynhild on Feb 6, 2016 1:28:38 GMT
Oh dear, here they were again. Finally their second attempt would come to fruition. She had waited so eagerly for Mordred's second attempt. Well... the first could hardly be called courting, as he had fought outside the ring of fire. Yet it was the gesture that really made the difference. Brynhild smiled, her radiant features sparkling in the sun, as her long hair swayed in the artificial wind of the endless seas of grass. The area that had been simulated was... the highlands possibly? In any case, the endless fields of grass were seperated into hills, large tribunes filled with holograms of onlookers staring down at their sacred rite.
Her gaze rested upon the one before her, the one she would fight today to prove their love to each other once more. He would have to defeat her here, have to create proof that she was not mistaken. She had to see him win, had to feel his body clash with hers as their minds intertwined for this promise between the two of them. Yes. Surely... this time it would be different. He had trained for this no? Oh... please... it had to go well for him, so her oath would not be mistaken, so they could truly live. With each other... please.
Her lance twirled slightly, sending leaves and lose blades of grass flying as the massive blade, having increased in power since their last fight, sent the very atmosphere before it spinning and churning. Oh dear... had she not taken it into account properly? What a pickle... he was not ready for that. But neither was she ready for his new fighting style. Such a pity that her passion could not be bound, that she could only feel and see her love grow, grow heavier uncontrollably. Had she felt so strongly for him that she would turn into his definite nemesis? Please... don't grow any heavier dear heart of mine... I wish not to win against this lover.
She sighed, before the massive spear head circled through the air, creating slightl shockwaves that raced the ground as she got into position. Now she was ready, would be ready for him... yes, this fight had to end well. But in any case... oh no, too much. She knew she would enjoy this far too much, love their clash too much, his fighting shape, gracious body and graceful movement. It would send her heart aflutter, fill her with all the devastating, pitiful love she harboured for him... oh dear, no, please... she did not wish to crush Mordred beneath the weight of her affection. Please don't let my beloved drown in the tides of my love... Her thoughts were hazy as her smile grew wider, and wider, her eyes glistening with a mix between pain and pleasure, joy and devastation. Oh dear...
The runes flared up, as the ritual was closing, their attempt at a wedding, their engagement... it would start here. The first challenge of the Knight of the Round Table, to wed her... the Valkyrie that knew of the depths of true, ridiculous and painful love. Yes... quite wonderful, beautiful even, but also despicable... she would crush him... please no, but it would be so good... so good... "Let us go for round two my love... I have long awaited this moment. Let us make sure we can enjoy it to the fullest!" Her heart skipped a beat at these words, as it was sent aflutter, sending burning passion through her as the dark, ghostly flames struck high around them. Sheer force was surging through her manifested body and a coquette smile adorned her feature, as the gigantic lance's head pointed at her lover... "You shall have the first go, my love... launch an attack at me, my dearest." She provoked him slightly, her eyes glistening... it would be beautiful.
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Post by Mordred on Feb 6, 2016 2:20:11 GMT
As Mordred arrived in the virtual space that Chaldea created for their reunion, she grins wide, holding her left hand up in the air, fist balled as her right holds onto Clarent. This would be the day. She had promised that they would be married before the weekend had ended...and like hell was she not going to follow through on it. No matter how strong Brynhild was, no matter what a terror she was on the battlefield...it was just another goal she would overcome!
"So! You're ready to be my woman, then?" She calls out, brash voice disturbing the artificially generated plains. She laughs. "But I know you are already. I'm just going to have to unwrap that messed-up pride you've got going. Leave it to me, Bryn!" Despite the words that traveled from aggressive to harsh, Mordred felt a fire burning inside of her. She was definitely going to win. While their relationship was...comfortable, excessively so...it wasn't something that Brynhild was fully happy with, and more selfishly, it wasn't something that Mordred would allow herself to simply accept.
A King needed a Queen after all. And Mordred knew that she could find no one better than the woman who faced her now.
It was only at that point that Brynhild drew her spear...and Mordred's eyes widened in one of the closest things to fear she had ever seen. While the weapon had been monstrous when she had faced Brynhild the last time..."Just what is that ridiculous thing..." Mordred's voice comes out in a murmur, Brynhild could have probably caught it, but Mordred didn't intend it to be. Still, her apprehension fades immediately. "I won't let you even touch me with your spear this time!" Not that that said anything...it was obvious that a blow from that would easily kill her. She simply wasn't allowed to let Brynhild hit as a condition of their fight.
Mordred doesn't let his brave front falter as she welcomes his challenges. "Hah! Don't complain that you didn't enjoy it enough after I've beaten you, alright? I'll try to leave you enough strength to lift a finger for my ring!" Her helmet forms...she had fought her before without her helmet, and had regretted it immensely. Mordred knew that she would need any edge she could find, pull out all the stops, especially as the runes flared up. When Brynhild calls out that she would have the first attack, she shakes her head. "I love you, Bryn, so I'm telling you this now. You'll regret that."
A crater explodes right next to Brynhild's feet, and Mordred is immediately right next to her, inside of the range of her spear. Clarent thrusts up to pierce through her armor, aimed at her heart.
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 6, 2016 2:30:34 GMT
Devastatingly fast! It was beautiful! So fast that even she had difficultry reacting, Mordred stood right besides her, aiming a thrust at her chest... alas, it would not be this easy. The runes that set up their duelling field had largely augmented her physical abilities, allowing the woman warrior to dodge the thrust simply by shifting her shoulder slightly. At the same time she grabbed her spear just behind the head and swung the immense lance as a sword, rather than a spear, while at the same time retreating backwards, the shockwave of her horizontal attack alone turning the grass fields next to Mordred into piles of upheaveled dirt as the massive thing closed in on him, with the same speed it had when the lance had still been smaller.
Retreating like this, in the wake of her counter-attack, Brynhild grasped the spear longer again... and using its immense size, thrust forward, a super-sonic explosion indicating the raw force of the thrust aimed at her lover's center... was it too much? No... not nearly, not yet... he could not block it, but he knew that... he would not try to. Brynhild only laughed... thrilled, her entire expression showing clear delight... "I love you too Mordred!" She chimed, her angelic voice sounding eerily as she thrust the lance forward in a devastating accumulation of force.
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Post by Mordred on Feb 6, 2016 2:48:51 GMT
Mordred sees Brynhild retreat to the side once her thrust began, making it awkward to pursue. Dammit! She'd wasted that chance! She didn't have time to beat herself up over it...that mammoth spear was coming right for her. She had to dodge it...but doing that would put the distance she had managed to gain out of her reach. She'd be at the mercy of the spear's reach...she had to press her advantage while she was in, while the spear's arc was even slightly awkward.
Still...she wasn't out of options...she wasn't going to allow herself to be put on the defensive. Twisting her body and allowing her prana to explode, directing her movement through the air, she twists over the spear, swinging her sword across to swipe at Brynhild's face. The technique was a new one she had mastered...while she hadn't expected to need to avoid every attack, she knew that taking a way around a spear and staying inside of the lancer's zone was the best way to combat a spear wielder. If she didn't have her helmet on, Brynhild would see the wild smile on Mordred's face.
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 6, 2016 2:58:27 GMT
Oh, quite agile... what a great reaction he gave her! Brynhild in turn responded to the slash, by swiping against the sword with the claws of her armored left, practically stopping the attack completely as she darted straight at the point where her lover would land after bursting over her spear, aiming to bash him with the wide side of her massive lance, to blast him backwards with its sheer weight. Neither the angle nor the attack were appropriate for a cutting motion, so this blunt charge would be much better suited.
It had been a wise choice from her lover to wear his helmet this time, it at the very least made it more difficult to blind him... alas...
Brynhild's speed suddenly spiked, as she distanced herself from Mordred, into the opposit direction of her previous charge... before instantly lunging back at him with even greater speed, leading the massive tip of her spear with a two-handed thrust that sent half an orcane with the purely physical force, against Mordred.
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Post by Mordred on Feb 6, 2016 3:06:28 GMT
Mordred didn't know if the massive increase in strength and power from their last night was due to the insanity of the weight of the spear, the full strength of the Runic Circle which had only been put into loose math terms, or some unholy mixture of the both. What she did know was that Brynhild was even more savage an opponent than she could have anticipated. While her own training and focus had improved her abilities to the point that she was vaguely able to keep an offensive up...the fact that she was able to end it and change the momentum just like that was ridiculous.
Dodging the swing, she looked back to see Brynhild dart back out of her range at a speed beyond what Mordred could even contemplate, then charge forward even faster. Only her instincts saved her from instant death, she dodged to the side, parrying the strike and feeling her arms reverberate, shaken by the immense power in the spear. She wasn't able to even fight the same way she had in the last one...one of her most commonly used tools had been taken from her. Once she recovers, she charges, expecting Brynhild to dodge again and preparing prana in her blade to fire as a beam.
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 6, 2016 3:18:49 GMT
Wonderful Mordred... you did splendidly, better than a wife could ever hope for her husband to do in a fight! Brynhild's heart leapt inside her chest when Mordred evaded the thrust, feeling bliss rise in her as she saw his arms shaken from the raw impact force. It did not long for her knight to recover from the brutal clash however, as he struck at her once more, his blade describing a brilliant arc as he charged at her. Dodging backwards once again, as he had expected, she was then greeted by a blast of red light churning into her direction.
Her reaction was the only appropriate one that came to mind... she swung her immense spear right into the blast, cleaving the space in two, to prevent the light from touching her body... even so the attack halted her own assault for a split-second, truly... her lover had improved a lot since last time, for him to be able to fight so splendidly even under these less then favourable circumstances. Yes... yes... wonderful! Readying herself for combat once again, Brynhild bolted at Mordred again, aiming two quick thrusts at his torso, to distract him... before averting a third thrust towards his legs into a brutal vertical swing upwards, aiming for his crotch, using the fact that her spear weighed nothing to her to her advantage. She two-handed her spear like this, using the range to her advantage.
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Post by Mordred on Feb 6, 2016 4:08:00 GMT
Every action Mordred took felt futile...it was clear that Brynhild had absolute dominance of the fight, and was just playing around with her. Had her training really been that worthless? Was it still such an impossibility, was her boasts and bragging just the hot air most called it? No! She couldn't accept that!
As Brynhild recovered from her lightning, she quickly, effortlessly retaliated with a chain of strikes. Again relying almost exclusively on her hightened instincts to let her know the third thrust was coming, she managed to avoid all of them, moving around, trying to find a right moment to charge and attack.
That's when it hit her. She was trying to beat someone unbeatable in combat. That was impossible...and when you couldn't beat them, you had to find the right way to strike them! There was a point that hunting around would stop working, and that's when Mordred charged. There was no way to win by trying to pierce a weak point that didn't exist, so she might as well charge in head on! More lightning crackles out, if the spear gets to the point that she'd need to parry again, having the energy diffuse some of the force might be all she could do to survive. She'd been trying to fight smart...when she needed to fight crazy!
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 6, 2016 4:19:16 GMT
Something was off now... Mordred did not take the initiative anymore. Rather awkward, he'd thought he might press the assault, was he not letting her lull him into her pace? That was no good... alas, he was also testing her. Every so often Brynhild has to move back, or defend using the shaft of her spear, but for the most part she could keep pressing the offensive, Mordred evading the strikes skillfully, if closely...
Then her lover suddenly burst into a massive attack, halting even the immense weight of her spear for a moment and knocking it a little off balance... Brynhild's eyes followed the burst like movement that came at her then and only found one way to react to this crazy stunt that carried her lover past her spear... so she turned the entire duelling ring into a sea of fire, sprouting from her chest and her armor in a constant stream, as she empowered her prana burst through her runes... ultimately swiping against the her lover's blade with her armored, flame oozing gauntlet, after slowing its charge slightly.. the heat of her flames turned the ground into molten soil, hot as boilt iron within seconds...
As such Brynhild kicked herself off the ground, rune flaring at her heel as she darted eighty meters into the air in one single go... before coming down with the full force of her charge, swinging the massive lance with both hands, right at her lover, horizontally... while the soil below him was still molten and flames even lethal to other servants ravaged his, comparatively well protected, body. Truly... the helmet was a good idea, Mordred... then the lance met the ground and the very ground shook.
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Post by Mordred on Feb 6, 2016 5:17:58 GMT
"Gah!"
Pain was present...while her armor, helmet, and inborn resistance to magic took care of most of the damage, the flames were still insufferable, something that Mordred couldn't deal with. But she couldn't back down. Even as the fire superheated her armor and Mordred could feel blisters forming on her face, Mordred presses onwards until Brynhild retreats into the sky.
Brynhild was flying. That was a thing that was happening. It should have been expected...after all, she had been a valkyrie...an angel of war. So her flying around should've been expected. Still...she could see the charge now. She was adapting...this boded well.
As Brynhild charged in with her spear lowered, Mordred leaps in the air, doing a full flip as she brings her sword down hard, aiming for Brynhild's head. Her strike seemed like a comet...it was possible she couldn't avoid it, though Mordred didn't count on it at all. She slashed more lightning out at where she felt that Brynhild would move to.
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