Warrior Bracket - Match Four: Lamina VS. Aegon

Her chosen attire for today's event was to consist of a black, sleeveless battle dress that armored her to the knees in thick padding and leather, richly accessorized with various buckles and chains. Black leggings ran down into light combat boots of similar black leather and theme.
It felt like spiritual ascension, rising up dark stairs to the roar of an anticipating crowd... and the door slowly opened, sunlight blinding her as she strode into view of the masses, illuminating the lilliputian form of a young fighter who had just spent the entirety of the last round perfecting her hair and makeup.

Her battle raiment had no strategic value this day. Her chosen equipment for this match had equipped her for hell--as her toes first kissed the sand, the crowd would see the sun glinting from the tricuspid blade of a proportionately sized jumonji yari strapped diagonally to her back, the basket hilt of a sheathed mortuary sword at her left hip, and an openly displayed hooksword hoisted by her right.

The fair skin of the small girl's arms were bare, a single past mistake permanently manifested as a scar upon her right shoulder. The teen fighter presented herself with a bit of colorful flare: a long, thin red ribbon was tied to her left elbow and trailed behind her in the coliseum's vortexing breeze, a red feather had been tied by beads to the tail in her hair, and three different colored metal bangles could be seen around each dainty wrist.

She walked serenely to the center of the arena, stopping in the center to meet her opponent with a very slight curtsy, and awaited the start of the match...

Marceline watches as the pair approach, eyeing each of them. Smart money should be on the 6’ 6” man, she figures. There’s a lot to be said for the reach on those arms. Yet, the small girl carries exotic weapons; three of them. Exoitc weapons, and an awful lot of confidence. Something about the placid look on her face, the way she holds herself. She isn’t a beginner to this sort of thing, that much is obvious. Should hopefully be capable of putting on more of a show than just any young lady off the street.

Approaching each of the competitors in turn, Marceline spends a moment to double-check the protective enchantments placed on them prior to entering the arena. Whatever she sees, she nods approvingly. The mages haven’t blundered thus far; everything is in order.

Leaving Lamina and Aegon twenty meters apart, Marceline steps back, and nods once. Shortly, the metallic ringing of steel on steel would likely ring out across the arena, and in that moment just before, when all eyes are trained downward, the arena is almost silent, the anticipation almost palpable. However, after a moment or so, the sound of a gong reverberates outward from one of the upper seating areas, signaling the beginning of the match.

He would hold his position and wait on his opponent locking eyes with her, the deep blue like a cold steel. He tried to read her and realized quickly that this girl, despite her apparent age, was much more skilled than his last opponent. Her blade of choice was one of speed but not power. His armor would provide a decent advantage against it, should she strike the body.

The armor would prove a hindrance however, as she would target easier spots and he recognized this. He drew his Jambiya and cut the straps on his armor, shedding it quickly with a clank. The crowd might think that he was being cocky, but removing the armor would make her likely to strike his body and allow him to move faster. With the armor gone he sheathed his dagger.

Aegon then repeated his moves from the last bout, drawing his bastard sword, walking closer to the center of the arena. He would grip it with both hands, he bent his knees, and brought his sword up over his head, kept his elbows bent, and body relaxed; La Poste de Falcone was this stance. The stance was better for protecting vital points and the armor would have motivated her to target harder to defend area.

Lamina's attack moved her inside his range, his superior reach one advantage he still had, and he quickly brought his sword down at a slight angle across her arm as she came in with her attack. Being in the middle of her attack it was unlikely she would dodge without abandoning her attack all together. If she pressed Aegon would be hit but she would most likely be struck as well.

He was aware of her other weapon, luckily it was not a weapon designed for a quick draw so he need not fear it unless she prepared it before hand.

This strategy would be illogical in a real fight, Aegon's experience in his previous fight however showed him that he could be more reckless and aggressive in order to win the bout. For some swordsmen it would be impossible to behave as such, but Aegon was far more a mage than a swordsman.

He pushed into the lock closing the gap even more. He then raised his foot and set it against her stomach. He used his rather long legs to push her away and break the lock. He quickly resumed his original stance and awaited her presumably quick return.

Aegon grinned when she slapped his leg and nodded in simple understanding. Do that again I'm getting sliced. He resumed his stance and awaited her next offensive. His sword high. Next time she came in range to do any real damage, they would both walk away with wounds.

He maintained his stance, watching, shifting and turning carefully in a circle to keep track of his opponent. He had a smirk on his face.

He maintained his stance. He watched change her guard and begin her slow advance. He maintained this stance until she was just inside her own range to attack. The he moved and he moved fast. He took a single step forward while bring his sword down directly at the center of Lamina's skull.

Lamina proved a fast and agile opponent. Sadly, while she was small, Aegon too was fast and agile. As she darted past him, striking his side, Aegon turned to his left taking one hand off his sword as he so. He followed the quick little rabbit, taking a  hopping side step, to the left, following Lamina and with his sword low swung upwards gripping the blade with left hand once more and turning into the left once more, adding to the power and speed of the movement.  Considering Aegon's reach and his sword's length, the move would like slice Lamina's back. Most likely in and upward line that curved out about halfway up her ribs. Turning to left would help minimize damage from her blow, despite doing that herself, and allowed him to keep the girl in his sites the whole wile. There was still a red mark on his left side however.

He then resumed his stance. Sword high, knees and elbows bent, looking at his opponent once more.