Congratulations you two on making it to the final round! Now... this is a very special duel. You're being taken back in time... 10 years ago. Back to a year before the Second Demon War began. Your fight will be in Tharkas Castle...

The sun was shining and the sky was blue. Birds flew across the Outer Wall, swirling around the Rising Tower ((Note: Rising Tower, On The Eastern Side of the Castle's defenses, looking towards Unluthio. Sun Rises in the East. Get it? :-P)).

Across the battlements stood a few knights garbed in light leathers and armed with Kite Shields and Broadswords, their gazes fixed on the distant horizon. As always the city of white stone with its ivory towers was bustling with activity. Thousands of people lived behind Tharkas' nurturing walls, within the confines of the city.

In the castle, past the Courtyard Wall, amid the myriad green blades of grass, a battle was about to begin.

At the steps into his great hall, the King watched as two warriors prepared to face off against one another in the wind-deprived, sunny courtyard of grass and stone. The arena is round, and there are a few rosebeds planeted on the Northern and Southern ends of the yard, adjacent to the entryway to the Castle, and the entryway to the rest of the city. Standing there, too, were other Knights prepared to protect the King against any wanton malice or harm wrought from the fires of this battle that was about to take place.

The horn blew, and the blades were ready.

The stuble upon his face was three days old. It was thick, but not too long. His brown hair was dirty and damp with sweat. He had not bathed since his return from the foray into a bandit encampment. Although no bandits had been found in the past few weeks, the conflicts continued. Rumors spread that the bandits were not, in fact, bandits at all -- but something else. This was pure nonsense.

Within Tharkas Castle, things seemed as they always had. The walls were old and a bit worn, but glorious in age. One could not imagine such a display without having earned it, and earned it Tharkas Castle had. Stone, oak, and steel. The castle was grand, but not so grand as to separate itself from the people. The people looked upon it with a humble pride -- Alkioth of Nemenske had felt it as a boy; now he felt that same humble pride in service to Tharkas.

"Sire, your presence is required in the courtyard," the servant said, bowing a bit as he spoke to Alkioth.

Alkioth looked around a bit, and took note that the hall was deserted. "You do not have to bow, Herbert."

Herbert's eyes widened in surprise: He knows my name! Yet he did not rise.

Alkioth sighed silently. "Thank you, Herbert. May God grant you a pleasant day."

"Godspeed."

Alkioth took a deep breath, and began to walk to the courtyard. He always enjoyed its green grass -- its scent, its touch, even the light dew on it at night. Once, when he had been a little younger, he'd taken a servant girl there. He had felt he loved her, but it was an adolescent love. An immature love, but innocent and loving still. The thought of her tugged at his heart.

He was smiling when he rounded a corner that led to the courtyard. Men were there, guarding the King. Near them was a man who stood away from them, nearly one hundred feet from Alkioth. Even without having been told, Alkioth knew that this man would be his opponent.

A horn blew, and Alkioth drew his blade.

((OOC note: Ten years prior to the present time frame, Valcrist would be about fifteen, making him way too young to participate in the tournament. Sure Tonio did, but hey, he's a special circumstance. So I'm just keeping Valcrist at his present state, which means he's 25-ish and still knows Alkioth.))

Valcrist waited patiently in the hall of the king. His right hand rested calmly on the pommel of his rapier, his left hung at his side, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh from nervous habit. He had progressed to the finals, a miraculous occurrence in his mind. This realization did please him, but without a doubt this final match would prove the most challenging yet. For a second Valcrist began to question his ability, but quickly cleared his mind of negative thought.

Whatever happens, happens. Luck must have played some role in my making it this far, but I can't be that bad to actually progress as far as the finals. I must trust my skill. A clear head and a quick arm are what I will need to see victory this day.

His mind focused, Valcrist heard the faint echo of footsteps, quickly followed by the sound of a horn. The duel had officially started, and Valcrist was as ready as he could be. He drew his weapons and assumed his familiar stance, rapier for parrying held high in his left hand and broadsword slightly lower in his right. Valcrist turned to face his opponent, and was momentarily stunned.

"Well I'll be damned." Remembering Alkioth's religious position, Valcrist checked himself. "Er, sorry. You caught me off guard though. I hadn't been expecting to run into you here. Although given the skill I witnessed in you earlier, I suppose it should come as no surprise."

Valcrist did not alter his stance, though he had no reason to fear a dishonest attack from this man. The two were familiar with each other and Alkioth was one of the only men Valcrist would tentatively call friend. But while Valcrist had seen Alkioth on the battlefield he had never sparred with him before. That Alkioth possessed skill was unquestionable, but Valcrist did not know exactly what to expect from his opponent.

At the least this will be interesting. And indeed, an honor.

Alkioth's stern face changed to a warm-hearted smile as he recognized his friend Valcrist. Valcrist stood in his unique stance, a stance Alkioth had only seen performed by Valcrist. It was perplexing, but obviously effective.

"Wow!" Alkioth exclaimed, unable to hide his surprise. "It is a pleasure and an honor to see you again, my friend. I have missed you!"

He had lowered his guard just a bit: the broadsword was wielded down and to the right, but his buckler was ahead of him. No reason existed to doubt Valcrist and his intention, but Alkioth had to be sure. A well-placed jab would sever his left arm's ability to function, and that was something that could not be allowed to happen.

"It is no surprise to see you here, my friend." Alkioth smiled, although he knew that they would have to fight; however, it would not be a fierce fight. It would be a spar between two friends -- at least as much as they could consider one-another friends. Alkioth never made the jump too early, although it tugged at his heart not to do so.

An uncomfortable silence would pass before Alkioth would do anything. Finally: "Shall we?" he asked, taking a conservative lunge forward, leading a bit with his buckler.

Valcrist smiled.

"Let's"

He was glad to have Alkioth as his opponent. Regardless of the outcome of the duel Valcrist was sure that he would be pleased. If he won, then he would be grateful for succeeding in the tournament; if he lost, he could think of no one to whom he would rather lose, or who he would rather see emerge from the competition victorious.

Valcrist took a brisk step forward himself and met Alkioth's buckler with a quick tap from his rapier. It was not exactly an offensive move; more it was a sign that the battle had begun in earnest, regardless of the lack of hostile feelings between the two combatants. Valcrist retreated a half step, then brought his broadsword forward in an honest thrust, aiming at Alkioth's torso. It was not a powerful maneuver, but it's simplicity allowed Valcrist to move into an offensive or defensive position with ease, depending upon Alkioth's reaction to the attack.

"I have a proposition for you. Frankly I'm more interested in a test of skill than in mangling each other, so why don't we settle this in a more traditional fashion? What do you say to announcing the victor at the first solid hit to be dealt? He who deals the blow shall be the winner, and no hard feelings after that. Is this to your liking?"

As Valcrist stepped forward, Alkioth lept back a bit; Valcrist's rapier tapped against Alkioth's buckler, which was outstretched a bit due to the way in which he'd lept. Valcrist followed up with a forward thrust of his broadsword, to which Alkioth lept aside of and batted the broadsword a bit with his buckler. Had Alkioth been facing anyone else, he would have followed up with a jab at his opponent's exposed side.

"I have a proposition for you," Valcrist said, explaining his idea to Alkioth.

Bowing his head a bit and smiling, Alkioth replied, "Wonderful idea. Bonne chance!"

Alkioth, too, was honored to spar Valcrist; essentially his only friend. It was a friendship in its infancy, but a friendship nonetheless. He was proud both him and his friend had battled their way to the top of the tournament. Neither would walk away a loser, nor would they be bitter.

Standing to Valcrist's left, Alkioth lowered his stance a bit, ready for Valcrist's next move, smiling.

Ok, time to get serious Valcrist...well, not too serious.

Valcrist chuckled to himself, then began to duel in earnest. He stepped forward again to being at sword-length with Alkioth, then began his attack. Keeping his broadsword ready at his side, he feinted high at Alkioth's chest with his rapier, then quickly brought it down to slash across his opponent's thighs. When using the rapier, Valcrist had to be careful to keep his maneuvers quick and his grip loose. A solid hit from Alkioth's broadsword would smash the flimsy steel of Valcrist's left-hand weapon like a brittle leaf under a blacksmith's hammer. With a loose grip, at least the weapon would be tossed from Valcrist's hand rather than destroyed completely.

Valcrist frowned at this thought; after his last duel he had found his rapier lying in the mud with the blade snapped off, just above the hilt. Valcrist could not be certain how it had happened exactly, but he was thankful for being granted a replacement in the tournament. The new blade Valcrist wielded was not balanced quite as well, but for the most part it could escape complaint. As Valcrist raised his broadsword a bit while finishing the motion of his rapier he hoped the new sword could carry him through this duel at least.

Alkioth grinned as he leapt back a bit again. The tip of the rapier connected with Alkioth's necklace, which he had forgotten to tuck in his shirt. Immediately Valcrist slashed downward at Alkioth's thigh, to which he defended with a quick swipe of the buckler.

Alkioth was proud and honored to be dueling his friend Valcrist, who had proved his mettle (and metal) in battle and, obviously, in the tournament. The match would prove, or at least he hoped, to be quite interesting.

"En guard," Alkioth said playfully, stepping forward and lightly thrusting the broadsword down at Valcrist's left shin. If it connected it would only be a slight gash and nothing else. Normally he would have followed up with a hard slam to the chest from his buckler, but this was his friend he was dueling -- not to mention Valcrist was wielding two weapons.

Once again, Valcrist was amused at the situation. There was nothing directly humorous about the predicament, but Valcrist was pleased to know that Alkioth felt comfortable enough in his presence to hold back somewhat.

Well, that's fine. I believe I'll stop holding back myself in a bit though. I'm interested in testing Alkioth's skill...hopefully I'm competent enough to test his limits as well.

Valcrist brought his broadsword down in front of his body to confront Alkioth's, meeting his opponent's blade and then running his sword along its inside. The familiar sound of metal meeting metal reverberated through the air for a moment as Valcrist held his broadsword's position. After a short pause, Valcrist turned his back to Alkioth so as to still keep his sword in a defensive position, then raised his left arm to bring the pommel of his rapier against Alkioth's left side.

Stop you fool! Valcrist's common sense had kicked in, and instead of following through with the bludgeoning attack, he completed his spin and brought his rapier down to the space previously occupied by his broadsword. Had Valcrist followed through with the attack it almost assuredly would have met Alkioth's buckler, and Valcrist's broadsword would have been too distant from Alkioth to be of much use in parrying another attack. In his current position, Valcrist had his broadsword free to parry again, and raised his blade preemptively, expecting another attack from his enemy.

Alkioth's investigative "attack" was met as it should have been: with an easy parry. Valcrist had spun around, undoubtedly to strike with the hilt of his rapier. With Valcrist's back turned, Alkioth raised his left foot to strike his back (instinctively, Alkioth had already readied his buckler to crash into the hilt of the rapier). Even had it been a real match, Alkioth would not have been dishonored; the strike, if it had connected, would only have knocked his opponent off-balance. Nothing fatal.

Alkioth was surprised: Valcrist changed his strategy in mid-attack. It was either strategy or a change of will; either way, it saved Valcrist from what could have been a deadly strike had he been fighting an opponent without scruples.

As a result of the kick, Alkioth had to hop forward, or risk being knocked off-balance -- the exact thing he had almost done to Valcrist. Having hopped forward, Alkioth was just behind Valcrist -- without thought or intent, Alkioth immediately, almost as a reactionary impulse, went to use his buckler to shove Valcrist away from him. ("He-yah!" Alkioth had shouted in excitement.) If the buckler connected, it would only cause some slight soreness in the back of the ribs on Valcrist's right side -- the strike would not be hard enough to harm him, but would get Valcrist an adequate distance away.

Alkioth would be prepared for whatever came next, for -- if the shove connected -- undoubtedly Valcrist would spin around and strike at Alkioth.

As Valcrist completed his spin, Alkioth jumped behind Valcrist's right side and then rushed the off-balance knight with his buckler. Valcrist might have been able to set up a counter attack, perhaps by attempting to spin again and push off against the shield, but this was not to be. With his footing not fully regained from the blunder with the rapier, Valcrist was forced to take the hit as well as possible and then put his effort into trying to remain upright afterward. It took only a second or two to regain his footing, but Valcrist hoped that that would not be enough time for Alkioth to set up another attack. He wasted no time in assessing the situation though. As soon as he had regained some leverage Valcrist pushed off against the ground and attempted to ram Alkioth with his left shoulder, keeping his right arm with broadsword to his side. That he was most likely going to collide with a buckler was not paramount in Valcrist's mind. The odds of Alkioth having been able to set up a thrust or slash fast enough to skewer Valcrist were slim to none, and that would be much more uncomfortable than running one's shoulder into a shield. Comparatively, the buckler didn't seem so bad. And Valcrist's intent was not to injure Alkioth, but to push him hard enough to cause a loss in balance - or at least in locked knees.

After the shoulder rush, Valcrist immediately used all the strength he could muster to smash his broadsword into the back of Alkioth's knees, hopefully either ruining his opponent's stance or knocking him to the ground completely. Valcrist was not worried about his friend's well-being; the flat of the blade was used, and at the most would cause only minor cuts to Alkioth's hamstrings. And even in that situation the wounds would be healed up in a matter of days.

Valcrist's shoulder slammed into Alkioth's buckler, which in turn bounced into Alkioth's chest. He stumbled back a bit, ready to send his broadsword in a friendly jab at Valcrist's midsection -- However, Valcrist had followed up with a sweep-like strike at Alkioth's knees.

Alkioth wasn't in a position to block or parry with either his buckler or broadsword, and thus had three options: get hit, and fall; jump back, more than likely getting cut still and losing any tactical advantage; or charge ahead in another attack. The third option would be chosen, but not without some loss.

Knowing the side and back of his left thigh would be cut enough to impede future mobility, Alkioth charged ahead, releasing a harsh Clarrion Call, boosting his strength and courage. This would knock Valcrist back again, and due to the positioning of Alkioth's body and arms, Valcrist's best counter would be with his rapier.

Alkioth laughed a bit, turning a shade red. "I hope you are fine still; I get excited," Alkioth said, apologizing for the Call, not wanting to appear careless.

It was a solid hit. Valcrist, yet again slightly off-balance from the position in which his attack had put him, stumbled backwards several feet.

He's strong. Moreso than I am I'd wager. Although, that isn't too surprising, considering the look of his build.

Once more regaining his footing, Valcrist raised his rapier, ready to continue the attack. But he stopped. The little shoving match had been interesting, but hardly proper. Alkioth's attitude was perfectly appropriate, and Valcrist couldn't help but feel a little ashamed for the somewhat cheap shot against his friend's knees. Checking to see if any damage had been done, Valcrist noticed small traces of blood. He averted his gaze.

"My apologies as well." Valcrist lowered his rapier and entertained a brief bow. "I had not intended such a cut with that last attack. I overstepped my bounds." Valcrist raised both weapons again, this time in his usual stance, rapier forward and broadsword slightly to the side. "I believe I initiated the last attack. Whenever you're ready."

Time to get defensive. This would be easier if my ribs weren't sore from Alkioth's buckler...but that was a fair and well-placed attack. I'll have to be careful not to expose myself like that again. He's good though. Probably better than I am, and seeingly with more physical force...if this gets really serious I'll need to get creative to capture a victory.

Alkioth smiled and bowed a bit, putting most of his weight on his right leg. "Pas du tout; it's nothing at all."

Alkioth was bleeding -- there were two or three cuts, and they stung; however, the cuts were clean and not too deep. Mild discomfort would be the only problem for the day, and perhaps the next few.

He took a few steps to the right, slowly gauging his friend. His friend had important advantages: speed, skill, two weapons. Alkioth had a few distinct and important traits as well -- in essence, they were about evenly matched.

"En guard, mon ami," he said, grinning, raising his broadsword up to about chest level -- his forearm muscles beginning to bulge a bit. His muscles were beginning to ache, and his joints screamed. A glisten of sweat was over his arms: broadswords were heavy, and a challenge to be wielded with both arms. Both Alkioth and Valcrist were just two of the very few who possessed the physical and mental control that was needed for wielding with one arm.

With a grunt, Alkioth stepped forward and jabbed the broadsword ahead, in the general direction of Valcrist's midsection. The attack was another "probe" of sorts, merely intended to provoke a response. However, an improper block or parry would more than likely result in a punctured gut or cut arm. Nothing too serious, however, of course.

Glad that didn't turn out any worse. I suppose I shouldn't worry myself so much though. Alkioth put forth his attack. Being cautious again. And apparently much more so than I was with my first attack. Well, it's definitely to his credit. I should show the same care. Valcrist stepped to his right and met the thrust with the base of his rapier's blade. He wasn't yet confident enough with it's strength to try for a less conservative parry; a strong enough blow to the middle of the rapier's blade would probably have enough force to break the sword.

Best not to push my luck.

But Valcrist did allow some risk to find its way into his technique. As he parried Alkioth's thrust, Valcrist brought his broadsword up to his left shoulder, exposing his side for a moment, then let loose a powerful horizontal slash at Alkioth. Dubbed "Brave Slash" by most knights of the day, Valcrist actually interpereted the maneuver as being somewhat foolish. Though powerful, it lacked any defensive strength. Nevertheless, Valcrist found himself using it fairly often.

I must be a hypocrite. Well, not to worry this time. It's doubtful Alkioth can get his broadsword close enough to parry with in time, so I shouldn't have too much fear of a stabbing. And most likely he won't have any problems raising his buckler to defend himself. It will tire me out more quickly, it is true...But it might tire out Alkioth's shield arm as well, and perhaps put him on the defensive. Now I just need to worry about the retaliatory attack that's probably about to come my way.

If Alkioth had been wielding a lighter sword, such as a rapier, he would have easily come back from the parry with another attack at Valcrist's midsection; however, Alkioth's fatigue and mere weapon choice eliminated the possibility of another attack.

Valcrist slashed horizontally at Alkioth. Alkioth dropped low to the ground, the blade narrowly missing Alkioth's helm. The tip of Alkioth's broadsword bounced off the ground, dust rising, and Alkioth thrust it up at Valcrist's right side. The intent was only to get his opponent away from him, not to cut him -- although that's exactly what would happen if Valcrist was unable to defend.

Not bad, I missed barely that one, he thought for a moment. His next goal would be to get back to his feet and get his friend on a bit of a defensive.

The attack was not what Valcrist had been expecting. He sidestepped to the left and raised his broadsword to meet that of his opponent, but the parry was weak. Though Alkioth's blade had been deflected, Valcrist's right arm was forced back at an akward angle, and he was exposed.

Dammit! Think next time Valcrist!

His only safe option seemed to be a retreat. Stumbling a pace backwards, Valcrist pulled his right arm forward as fast as was possible and held his broadsword down and at an angle to his front. He met his heavier blade with his rapier, which Valcrist let rest across his broadsword thus forming an "x" with his weapons. The stance was almost useless for an offensive. Any attacks made from this position would be too slow to be effective. But the form was meant for defense; with his blades before him, Valcrist could easily meet an oncoming attack with one sword while preparing an offensive with the other, or he could meet an arcing swing with both blades, creating an effective defense. Though displeased with being on the defensive, Valcrist was intrigued by his friend's innovative attack. Assuming both combatants could keep their heads, it looked to be a long duel.

It had worked -- Valcrist had gone defensive. With the formation of the crossing of Valcrist's swords, Alkioth leaped to his feet. He was becoming more tired, and his muscles screamed. His jointed ached. Mais, c'est la vie, he thought, knowing he would have to continue fighting.

Alkioth smiled, wielding his buckler fairly close to his body (which was neither too far out nor too close in). The angle of the broadsword slowly would change from up to down methodically, which had two advantages: Valcrist would never know just when Alkioth would attack, and it helped keep Alkioth's muscles fluid. Stasis leads to death.

His options were open, but limited. The main idea in his mind was to attack, parry the resulting attack quick enough to step in and knock Valcrist back with his buckler, as he'd done before. But no, he would not do that.

Grinning, he made a sudden movement toward Valcrist, trying to provoke an attack.

As Alkioth made his move forward, Valcrist jumped a half-step backwards and quickly raised his swords to be parallel to the ground. His arms twitched at the elbows, but Alkioth's halt kept Valcrist from making any drastic moves. Clearly he was being baited. But to what end?

Ok, standard bait tactic. Provoke your opponent into going on the offensive and lowering his guard. I seem to have been doing a pretty good job of that so far in this duel...although I do concede that he is my superior in use of a sword...but there was no lure before, it was just an honest procedure on my part. Ok Valcrist, your mind is moving in circles. Concentrate. First possibility: Alkioth is trying to get me into a position of vulnerability from which I shall quickly be forced to yield. This is not unlikely. Second possibility: Alkioth is trying to move the combat to a location more suitable for him. No, probably not. We seem to be about equally matched in our need for space. Perhaps I would require a small amount more, I do have two swords...but it is not enough of a difference. Not for me, and probably not for him. So, a third possibility? Perhaps he plans to feign weakness. It seems too sneaky for what I know of Alkioth's personality, but something similar may be involved. Ok, so it looks like it's a standard maneuver on his part. I can't be too certain of that though.

As he was thinking, Valcrist found himself beginning to circle Alkioth. There was no strategy involved in this; Valcrist was unsure of his next course of action and had grown anxious. He had decided that Alkioth was the better swordsman. Valcrist was growing weary from the duel just as his opponent seemed to be. And he had managed to run sour every attempt at an attack thus far in the duel. The best course of action would be to remain defensive. Perhaps Alkioth would show some weakness when he was on the offensive.

Valcrist was jumpy, but so was Alkioth. Alkioth knew they were both adept at swordsmanship, and that neither would be likely to make a mistake. Valcrist was wielding his swords parallel to the ground, which wasn't the best or the worst thing to do. Alkioth thought about attacking, but withheld.

He could tell that Valcrist was thinking. Perhaps even a little worried. He'd begun to encircle Alkioth methodically, neither too close nor too far.

The broadsword was beginning to slow Alkioth down. His right arm burned, and he thought about ditching his buckler. Gritting his teeth, he reminded himself to stay the course, even if it was a friendly duel.

Alkioth wanted to say something to his friend, but no words came out. His body urged him to leap forward and strike to Valcrist's left, which would leave Valcrist no choice but to strike with the sword wielded with his right arm. Alkioth would be able to block only if Valcrist's return strike was at his upper body, and there was no guarantee that's where Valcrist would strike.

Instead, Alkioth began moving his feet slowly. He merely matched the slow steps Valcrist took around him. They were encircling each other now, neither attacking.

Valcrist continued to circle, but the action was now becoming something of a burden; his shoulders weren't up to supporting the weight of his weapons, especially his broadsword. Though the rapier was only a few pounds and the heavier blade about five, Valcrist had been holding up his arms for a little over a minute now and he could feel his muscles begin to burn. Added to that was the damage done by the attack from Alkioth's buckler, which still offered some pain to Valcrist. At length the knight let the effort sink in, and he dropped his arms to his sides. Valcrist held his swords at an angle, just high enough to avoid being dulled against the ground and watched Alkioth for a sign of attack.

"I'm growing weary myself, how are you doing?"

Valcrist knew that if Alkioth did pause for a word that he too would regain some of his strength, but it did not matter. There was time enough for short reprieve for each of the warriors.

"...how are you doing?" Valcrist asked.

Alkioth let a little laugh out. "I'm growing tired myself," he replied, taking a step back. Purely cautionary, even though he did not expect Valcrist to attack. "It's been a good duel so far, and I've enjoyed it, mon ami. And you?"

His back was aching a bit, as were his joints and muscles. His thigh was numb with pain from Valcrist's attack earlier on in the duel -- it wasn't a significant laceration, but it would need to be treated for safety. His thigh would be sore for a week or so, he estimated.

Valcrist looked at Alkioth as an accomplished spelunker might look at a particularly winding set of caves. Valcrist had had respect for Alkioth at the start of the duel, but now he was forced to acknowledge his swordsmanship as well. Up to this point Alkioth had displayed an almost impregnable defense, and the only hit Valcrist had managed to secure was not one of which he was proud. If Alkioth were to be overcome, Valcrist would have to adapt, and adapt immediately.

"I am glad the duel has been enjoyable for you so far. I feel much the same, but as much as I desire to desist and lay down for a moment, I cannot walk away."

Valcrist found the entry to the smaller of the two sheaths at his side and delicately slid his rapier into the opening and up to the hilt. Alkioth had more skill with his broadsword than Valcrist had with his own, and Alkioth appeared to be stronger as well. Valcrist's rapier was useless against both Alkioth's broadsword and his buckler. Right now, Valcrist felt that his only chance at victory was to have superior control over his weapon. Wielding only his heavier blade it would be possible to deflect Alkioth's attacks as well as strike a few forceful blows of his own. The buckler would still prove to be an obstacle though. But with proper control over the broadsword Valcrist at least now felt that he might be able to strike not only a solid hit, but a fair one as well.

Clasping the handle of his broadsword with both hands, Valcrist turned his left side to Alkioth and raised the blade of the sword to eye level, keeping it parallel to the ground and aimed at his opponent. Upon bending his back knee slightly, Valcrist was ready to fight again. This stance provided him a solid defense, and though not as swift as when wielded with only a single hand, his thrusts and slashes would be powerful.

"I am ready to resume when you are Alkioth."

With Valcrist's change of strategy, Alkioth smiled. In truth, he had been waiting for this moment throughout the duel. While Valcrist sheathed his rapier, Alkioth shot his left arm down and shook it. The buckler grudgingly released from Alkioth's grasp, leaving reddish marks on his left arm and wrist. He'd bled a little, and his skin was worn raw. Dirt and shards of metal and wood were embedded in his skin.

He took a step back, his feet shoulders' width apart. Alkioth knew this part of the duel would be the beginning of the end -- the two friends were getting further fatigued by the duel. Both were adept. Both had broadswords. This would make it or break it for the two of them.

"Bien sûr. I wouldn't want either of us to give up so soon. En guarde, mon ami!"

Alkioth lunged forward, thrusting his broadsword at Valcrist's legs -- a more direct probing attack, but a probe nonetheless.

Ah, well, there goes that idea. Still, I can't deny that I'm very interested in seeing what Alkioth is capable of when weilding a broadsword at his full potential - may it not be the end of me in this duel.

Valcrist stepped back with his left foot so that his right side was now facing Alkioth. Simultaneously, Valcrist slashed downward and slightly to the left to parry Alkioth's attack. The thrust did not have the potential to deal any sort of great wound, but it forced Valcrist to remain at least partially defensive. Attempting to regain his original positioning, Valcrist quickly spun his blade to deal a slash from his left, lunging forward just enough to keep his feet about shoulder-width apart, knees still slightly bent. The broadsword travelled toward Alkioth's midsection with force enough to injure though not the reach to kill. Now back with his left side to Alkioth, Valcrist prepared for the return slash.

Oh, this will be interesting indeed. I imagine neither of us will have an opportunity for a reprieve for many strokes. Most likely the following combat will be a flurry of slashes and thrusts between us, and I suppose that leaves little room for strategy. Still, this feels right somehow. It's fair. As it should be.

Alkioth's strike was parried and immediately Valcrist went offensive. Alkioth expected nothing less. The ensuing duel would indeed be a fury of attacks, defensive and offensive. Alkioth never thought too much in battle, preferring to flow with the fight. He was glad to be facing his friend, and was glad his friend was a good swordsman.

Valcrist followed up with a hard slash at Alkioth's midsection. Anticipating this attack, Alkioth had already begun a very strong parry directed at the center of Valcrist's blade.

He's fast -- I'm glad, he thought as the blades connected, sending slight vibrations up and down the blades.

Alkioth shifted his footing a bit, taking a step to the left as he swung his broadsword back down at Valcrist. It was a fast swing, and was directed around Valcrist's left shoulder. Knowing Valcrist was an able swordsman, Alkioth had full confidence that Valcrist would easily block the attack -- in fact, it was part of his strategy that presented itself during the new phase of the duel.

"En guarde!" he called as the broadsword came down.

Valcrist was indeed on guard. Alkioth's sidestep had given the former enough time to recover his stance from the strong parry. Valcrist then raised his broadsword to defend against the next attack, meeting Alkioth's blade with his own. Valcrist was attempting to conserve his strength, and he let himself give a little with the blow, bending slightly at the knees and letting his hands be pushed just a bit closer to his torso. Though not as elegent as a sapling bending in the wind, it did lessen the force of the impact to a moderate degree. The steel scraped together as Alkioth's broadsword moved up Valcrist's own, and was then stopped abruptly upon meeting the hilt. Valcrist braced himself for a split second, and then pushed away and to his left. It was a fair amount of effort, but Valcrist followed through without pause, arcing his sword downward and then bringing a horizontal slash across Alkioth's knees. It had the potential to be a damaging blow; a solid hit could keep Alkioth off his feet for months. But, with some care, Alkioth could guard against the attack. Failing that, it would still be a simple enough task to jump back a pace. Yet each of those possibilities led to Alkioth being in an akward position for the duel, especially if he were to resort to evasion. Valcrist was not yet confident of victory though. Alkioth was a seasoned swordsman and would no doubt be able to produce a suitable escape. But the best one could do when matched against an opponent whose skill was near to that of one's own was to carry on without pause, and try to exploit an opening when it appeared. And an opening always appeared. The only question was, who would err first?

Alkioth wasn't entirely ready for the second strike to his knees. He should have expected it, but he did not. Valcrist's sword came down at his right knee, and Alkioth leaped back while spinning his broadsword down to stop, if not merely slow, the attack. Alkioth's downward-spun blade would have the advantage of gravity and an arc, which Alkioth knew was strong -- but knew not why.

"Ah! Nearly got me there, mon ami." Alkioth smiled, raising his blade again -- the two were within range of attacking each other. So close.

Valcrist was enjoying himself immensely. He found no joy in the actual art of killing, wherin a single false step could be the cause of one's demise, yet there was a certain exhilaration gained from matching skill with an opponent interested not in the deathblow, but in the deciding moment that could lead to victory or defeat, with no fatality taking place. This duel was such an occasion.

"Nearly perhaps, but nearly will not decide the match. So have at you then!" Valcrist executed another tentative maneuver, this time aiming his broadsword at the top of Alkioth's left shoulder from the diagonal. It was a standard opening, with nothing glamorous for support, but it would be a solid hit after it was guarded against or evaded by Alkioth. And then, it would again be Valcrist's turn to respond, and with a little luck not find himself on the losing end of the match.

"So have at you then!" Valcrist exclaimed, slashing at Alkioth's left shoulder.

"Indeed!" Alkioth called back, quickly knocking the blade away.

The parry had put Alkioth in an odd position, however. His elbow was up in the air, leaving himself wide open for an attack. Quickly he shot the blade down at the right leg of Valcrist, hoping to elicit not a strike but such a move that would put Valcrist on the defensive.

"En guarde!" Alkioth said as his blade shot toward the lower thigh of his friend.

Valcrist swung his sword downward, meeting Alkioth's blade before it could deal any lasting damage. Valcrist found himself now to be in quite an akward position; he was holding his sword downward and to the right, having used what strength he could muster to deflect the attack. His current stance would have been fine if he had no need to rely on his triceps to stop the onrush of steel, but having to rely on weaker muscles was not the best position in which to find oneself.

Valcrist made a short hop backwards, while slashing in a wide arc diagonally in front of his chest. If the move had been able to reach Alkioth it could have been a powerful maneuver. Unfortunately, Valcrist would not have been able to unleash the attack if he had sustained his previous footing; it would have been simple for Alkioth to execute a quick slash or thrust well before Valcrist could act, thus drawing the blood necessary to end the match. For this reason, Valcrist was forced into a defensive position. At the least, his slash would force Alkioth to pause for just a second before resuming his offensive, but Valcrist was uncertain as to if this would grant him enough time to set up any form of defense.

Alkioth's attack was blocked, but it placed Valcrist in a poor position -- and he knew it. Alkioth was already bringing his sword up to deal another strike, but Valcrist jumped back and unleashed an attack of his own.

As intended, it drove Alkioth back a couple feet. But as he went back, he parried the strike with as much force as he could muster given his poor positioning. It wasn't much, but would help exert more force on the direction of Valcrist's sword. If it had been a harder parry Valcrist would have been put off-balance, but this parry was nowhere near that powerful.

Alkioth smiled. "Come on," he encouraged, raising his sword just a bit above the ground.

I may as well then. I'm a bit tired. Let's make this one count. With a smile, Valcrist spun his sword full-circle, perpendicular to the ground. It was flashy, and Valcrist was certain that Alkioth knew this, but in the spirit of things it was all in good fun.

"Here I come then."

Valcrist charged, raising his broadswoard to his right and beginning to launch a high slash across Alkioth's chest. But before Valcrist reached his opponent, he changed his grip and reversed the direction of his slash to aim at Alkioth's midsection from Valcrist's right. It would not be as powerful as the initial slash would have been, but either way the momentum gained from the charge would force Valcrist either into or past Alkioth. Valcrist guessed that it would be past. The deceptive attack might be enough to catch Alkioth off-guard for long enough to score a hit, but by now Valcrist had come to realize the extent of Alkioth's skill and was prepared for reciprocation. He expected it, and awaited it.

"Here I come then," Valcrist said, moving forward. He had shown how tired he was in the show of his sword. Alkioth lowered himself, and the attack came.

Alkioth waited patiently as Valcrist came at him. He lowered himself more, expecting a high attack -- it would not come. Before Valcrist was to reach Alkioth, his grip had shifted. He swung his sword down like a club at Alkioth's left side.

His eyes grew larger, and he immediately stepped into the attack, exposing his right side to Valcrist -- but too close for any attack other than a punch. With both hands tight upon the hilt of his broadsword, he blocked the surprise attack. The blades let out a KWANG! and a couple sparks were faintly seen. Tremors reverberated down the sword, but Alkioth held steady.

The next few moments of the duel would be imperitive.

Valcrist held fast. For half a second the blades ground together, then locked again, with only a few inches difference from their previous position. Another few seconds passed, and Valcrist thought about his current predicament. He was weary, too much so to desire to spend what strength he had left contending in such a manner with Alkioth. If the duel was winding down, as Valcrist expected it was, it would probably be more worthwhile to resume his previous attack. He shifted his footing, gained more distance between himself and Alkioth while sustaining the contact between the swords, then quickly pushed back with his legs, landing a few feet behind his previous position. Then, raising his broadsword again, Valcrist launched his Fallen Valor attack made use of in the last few matches. Again he began with the downward slash, then a rising attack again, and finally a quick thrust aimed at Alkioth's chest. It took a lot out of Valcrist. He most likely would be too spent to pull it off again, so he hoped that this time would be enough. If it was not, however, Valcrist would have to go on the defensive until he could summon up enough strength to launch another assault. As it was, the match had not gone poorly up to this point, especially since the two warriors had taken up only a single broadsword each. Now, Valcrist waited for Alkioth's response to the attack, and an ending befitting of such a duel.

Valcrist backed off for a moment, but it wouldn't last for long. Alkioth would not get to catch his breath -- he would have to keep moving and fighting. He was getting very tired. His leg was very sore and his sword was heavier. Alkioth was now leaning a bit forward, trying to provoke and unwise strike from Valcrist -- nothing untrustworthy of a friend, just something to expend some more of Valcrist's energy. They were both being worn down.

Suddenly Valcrist slashed his broadsword downward, then immediately back upward. Alkioth lightly parried it and took a step backward, so the following chest-aimed attack did not connect. They were both tired, and whoever could conserve enough energy would be the victor.

Alkioth chose to wait Valcrist out, hoping to provoke another attack that might open a spot for Alkioth to safely strike his friend.

Gott steh mir bei.

Valcrist held his broadsword to his front, the blade at a diagonal facing Alkioth. It was a basic stance, well-balanced for offense and defense, but more importantly it required little effort to sustain. At this point Valcrist needed to conserve what strength he could gather, and any particularly flamboyant or aggressive attack would counter such an attempt. Furthermore, as tired as he was, any offensive maneuvers would lack much force or precision. He therefore considered it wisest to remain on the defensive. At the moment, Alkioth seemed to be doing the same. This pleased the weary Valcrist, who was content to recuperate for the time being. The situation had an added bonus as well though; up to this point, Alkioth had established an impregnable defence, one which Valcrist could not find much hope in piercing. Perhaps, though, if Alkioth were to attack, it would be possible for Valcrist to find an opening to exploit. Regardless of Alkioth's next action, it would be to Valcrist's benefit to remain defensive. But with having lost as much vigor as he had, Valcrist would need to be most careful, at least for the time being.

He knows better, Alkioth thought. He knew Valcrist wasn't going to come straight at him for the time being. They were both fatigued, and the defender would have the upper hand in conditioning -- or at least it would appear so.

The moments of tranquility between them seemed to last for ages. Alkioth's leg was not bleeding anymore, but there was a dull pain eminating from the wound. It would be fine, and he'd adjusted to it quite well.

Alkioth's breaths were getting shorter, and while the body may enjoy that Alkioth knew better. Slower breath meant colder muscles, which meant failure. Quickly Alkioth stepped forward, letting his broadsword drop down a bit. Just before hitting the dirt, he brought it back up in a strong, swift arc aimed at just past the hilt of Valcrist's sword.

Valcrist had readied himself for an attack, and slashed horizontally to deflect Alkioth's blow. Yet again the blades clashed, and though it continued its upward movement, Alkioth's broadsword was pushed slightly to the right. To reciprocate, Valcrist brought his own sword to his left to attack with a rising slash of his own; but he had difficulty raising his arm for some reason. Looking down, Valcrist saw that the fabric of his cloak had been torn and was stained purple midway up his tricep. Suddenly the pain set in, and Valcrist's left hand went to cradle his wound. He closed his eyes, and let out a slight chuckle.

I must have been more tired than I had realized. Well...that's it then. Somewhat of a less exciting finale than what I had hoped for, but I suppose that having the duel last such a long time will do. Congratulations Alkioth.

"Well, it's over. I yield to a superior swordsman. But, what a match." Valcrist grinned and stood erect, still holding onto his right arm. "Alkioth, it was an honor."

Valcrist returned his attention to his arm. Pulling back the fabric of his coat and holding wider the cut in his shirt he was able to examine the wound more closely. It was not very deep - not enough to cause permanent damage at any rate - but it was enough to satisfy the conditions that he and Alkioth had agreed upon. The wound bled steadily, and would have been nearly debilitating had Valcrist decided to keep up the duel regardless of the agreement between the knights. Luckily, it would heal nicely and not leave much of a scar, if any.

I'll have to have my cloak repaired though dammit. I really should have removed it earlier. Oh well. Next time I'll just have to keep this event in mind. The duel was worth it though. I wonder when the next tournament will be held...

Sadly, with Alkioth's resignation from Dark Isles, Valcrist is declared the winner of this duel.

I had my notes somewhere around here, but Valcrist had gotten a 9.5 total score. Therefore he gained 2 levels. The gold will be determined in a thread to be posted shortly under Announcements titled "Tournament Rewards".