Thread: Blood of Legends ((Kiandra&Mephilis))

It was early in the day, behind the main headquarters of the mercenary group Ro'Kha, that a battle was taking place. This battle was customary in the ranks of these mercenaries, it is how squadron commanders are chosen, and how they choose their seconds. A battle, not to the death, but till one combatant yields, or is knocked down. The victor is typically given the title over which the battle is fought, but the decision is ultimately that of the superior overseeing the battle. This particular duel was for the right to be second in command of the 'Blood Hawk' squadron commanded by the veteran solider Melorn. The aforementioned commander was at the forefront of the spectators as his chosen two candidates clashed. He wore light black leather armor, covering his spotted yellow cur. A multitude of throwing knives and gunpowder weaponry where attached to his attire. His silver eyes focused solely on the prodigies Thyverian and Selyian, the best of friends, that possessed the best of potential in his opinion. Wielding a simple bastard sword was the crystal white fur coated feline Thyverian, his long crimson glory hair dancing as he moved. This boy preferred platemail over cloth, but only covered vital areas, leaving much of his upper body revealed. His left arm was coated in steel, while only a gauntlet encased his main sword arm. This boy reminded Merlorn vaguely of someone, but it never really dawned on him who. His foe, and friend, was coated in light grey fur, having long silver hair that rivaled Thyverian's. Selyian preferred lighter armor much like the veteran cheetah, and wielding a mere longsword, but the sheathe on his back that housed it was much larger than the weapon itself, which confused everyone, but he was skilled nonetheless. Thyverian's combat style seemed focused on keeping his armored arm between him and his enemy, using it to parry incoming attacks before going in with his hand-and a-half sword. Which was allowing him to somewhat control the fight, as he was quick enough to contend with Selyian's smaller, faster blade. The grey feline knew better than to contest their weapons, the larger bastard sword would easily overpower his longsword, but as the fight drug on, impatience won out over intelligence as he finally went all in on Thyverian. Quickly deflecting his friend's sword with his own armored arm, the white furred feline drive his armored shoulder into Selyian, causing him to stagger. Bringing his large sword to bear, Thyverian swung with the blunt of his blade to try and knock his foe down. Just as it seemed Thyverian had won, the grey feline regained his footing and ducked his attack at the final moment. A feat made possible by his natural feline reflexes. Thyverian also posses such reactionary prowess, but was foiled by his larger weapon's recoil. Selyian jumped up, crashing his shoulder into Thyverian and forcing him back. Seeing the frustration in his friend's celeste eyes, the grey feline plunged his blade into his sheathe and twisted it, causing a loud click. Mere moments later the crimson haired feline took his sword in both hands and brought all his power down on Selyian. Melorn,and many other thought the grey feline had reacted premature, sheathing his weapon, but when he pulled the entire sheath up to oppose Thyverian, they suddenly learned why he had the large sheath, to make his longsword into a greatsword. Not even Thyverian knew about this, and was shocked by the revelation, his now smaller weapon was dominated by Selyian's greatsword and he was in turn sent to the ground. Shock, disappointment, and anger swelled up in Thyverian as he laid on the ground, staring at the sky. He could not believe he did not see that coming, in retrospect it was so obvious. Biting back the negative feelings, he sat up to look at his celebrating friend. No matter row hard he tried, he was never able to beat Selyian, at anything, and he was so close this time. Pushing his long hair out of his eyes, the white feline stood up, offering his hand to his friend. Good fight. He said, fighting off the urge to call him a bastard as Seylian grinned, taking his hand. Good fight, sorry about the secret, but I could not have you winning this one.