Fenris vs Asger (Round 1)

Standing outside the ring Asger did some stretching. Before entering he looked around for any sort of referee, wondering if enchantments of some sort would make all the calls. He scanned the crowd, looking for his clan mates,who would surely come watch the spectacle.

Asger wore his shield on his back as well. The spear he held in both hands. Read hand over, front under, hands centered on the shaft. No armor adorned him. He took two steps into the ring and stopped in a short left bow stance. Asger lifted the spear head to aim at his opponent. The match had started and it would be up to Fenris to close the distance. Asger didn't mind waiting.

He knew Asger would not initiate, it was not in his best interest too. What did surprise him was his foregoing of his shield. Fenris was used to initiating conflicts. He gave a slight nod of recognition and then took a moment apparently to think. His left leg slid forward as both knees bent, lowering his center of gravity. His left arm stretched out, as he also led with his left shoulder to present a thinner target to the spear-man, in something akin to a fencing stance.

His blade, however, was slanting up slightly swaying as it kept the tip towards the opposition. His axe-hand was further back, his arm held close to his chest, with the edge of its bearded head towards Asger as well. Without further ado he slid left foot ahead of right to close the distance, holding the blade out and seeking to get past his opponents reach yet not making any definitive action with either weapon, instead contenting himself to simply force his opponent to act first, because if he did not, Fenris would take the advantage at close range, and with the rules of the match, his opponent could not afford to back-up too much either. Though he could certainly circle him. His movements were slow and steady, cautious so as not to present any easily exploitable gap.

A flicker of anger crossed Fenris' features. But it was "cold" more like malice than rage. The nonchalance was likely an attempt to bait him. If Asger wanted too mock him, let the chips fall where they may. As previously stated, if his opponent did not take any sort of action, Fenris would close distance. And close distance he did. He was not yet close enough to reach Asgers body but enough to be able to reach the end of the spear with the middle of his blade.

He tilted his sword horizontal, and also beneath the spears positioning, seeking to make contact with the bottom of the haft with the edge of his blade. Fenris' sword would seek to steadily slide down apparently towards the opositions center mass as he also turned slightly to his left in the motion. His axe swayed during the subtle-adjustment, the off-hand weapon shifting back and forth halfway across his body waiting to intercept any incoming jab, while he continued to steadily close in, at a leisurely pace. The barbarians own muscles were loose as well; ready to adjust his positioning as he already knew what his opponents advantages were. This time if nothing was done Fenris would close past the spears optimal range and into his own weapons range.

He did not much care if Asger was entertained or not, and the only way Fenris was going to win was by getting closer regardless. He continued turning towards his left, while his sword was pushed downward and as a consequence so was his forearm. The positioning of his limb being seamlessly replaced by his axe which gave a hard but controlled tap to intercept the incoming thrust, not only seeking to parry but also seeking to hack into the upper haft, while his blade remained in contact with his opponents spear. The bind would create more resistance and heighten the damage the axe could potentially do. His left turn also continued which also disallowed Asger from getting the angle he wanted and put his body off line of the spear thrust.

It seemed Asger was prone to wishful thinking and had made several grave miscalculations. For one, Fenris did not need to see the attack coming, since Asger had opted to wield the spear as a staff, and what Fenris could see gave away what he could not. In other words, being familiar with how pole-arms worked made Asgers next action painfully obvious since whipping the polearm around meant the other side would inevitably come the opposite direction. It was also a miscalculation to think his axe was out of position to act, as it had simply chopped towards the previously incoming spear to intercept. In other words no dice.

He simply doubled the tap, only seeking to hook the haft with the beard this time. This happened as quickly as his opponent adjusted the spear, and this time Fenris stepped into it, while simultaneously raising his lowered blade right between his opponents legs which sought to rise vertically and slice up his crotch. It was clear Asger had squandered the initial good will Fenris had towards him. Fenris' only regret was that the weapon was warded.


(I don't see how thats a guarenteed hit, even at close range his axe hand is in a position where its more than ready to intercept again, and now you just shortened your own reach. Plus if you twist the polearm around its pretty clear that the other side is gonna come opposite. If theres an issue we can take it to the judge.)

Considering how confident Asger had been in the previous attacks success, Fenris was not going to make it that easy to get away. As his opponent pulled his spear back to free it, he followed, turning the axe towards his left horizontally to hook the haft as opposed to vertically. This would cause his opponents retreat to drag Fenris by the weapon and disallow Asger from gaining the distance he needed, while also interfering with his spears hasty-intent to block. There was now a cold and predatory glint in his eye now, as a feral grin appeared emphasizing sharpened incisors.

Fenris was not going to take his opponent for granted, but he was now stepping with the retreat to over-run him and the spears block was interfered with; to allow Fenris to bring the previous attack between the legs home. He was in his element now, and he felt he smelled blood. He would be right in his opponents face after the attack, and his axe would then seek to unhook itself, as he did not intend too let Asger get away if he could help it, unless the fight had to reset after landing a blow.

There was absolutely no reason to believe Asger had more freedom of movement, as all Fenris literally had to do was turn his wrist, which would take much less time than suddenly back-pedaling out of a committed motion. However giving that possibility the benefit of the doubt, the closeness would disallow his opponent from bringing the force he wanted to bear against Fenris' weapon allowing him to keep his grip. Fenris not about to let up now. Even if he could not hook it, his pursuit still saw him close distance.    

He was close enough now, where the butt would find it hard to hit him, maybe the haft, but there was no room to bring much force to bear. And as his opponent switched his spear yet again, Fenris continued to pursue not giving him any distance. His blade against the haft was freed, and as his blade was sent off course he turned his blade up and his left leg sought to slide between his opponents and hook the calf of his opponents right-leg, while his right arm chambered to bring his elbow over the haft of his opponents spear, and trap it in the crook of his arm. He pushed against his opponent with his body as he lowered his center of gravity, and sought to bring the pommel of his blade down upon Asgers head.

At this point, Fenris' blood was up enough he might actually chase Asger out of the circle, rules be damned. Though now that he had him so close, he did not intend for him to get away. The barbarian was showing his true colors now, those of a predatory marauder. It seemed the flippancy his opponent had shown earlier, had really gotten on his bad side. Combat was a sacred-institution as far as Fenris was concerned, even when it was non-lethal.

Asgers right-leg was hooked by Fenris' left calf, as Asgers left leg stepped back, which in turn would introduce a massive imbalance that would be exascabated by the spear-mans sudden turn. The resistance to this movement interfering with the Asgers footing and balance to a great degree. The "trip" attack would cause him to fall, unless he used the spear as a third leg of support. Which was fine by Fenris, as it would mean Asgers weapon would be occupied in doing so, and if Asger fell, and tried to skewer him or roll away, he would find Fenris knew more than a few ways to skin a dragon.

This would also throw off Asgers attack at Fenris' wrist. Though when he failed to grapple the polearm, the incoming pommel was pulled back in its fall causing the blade too suddenly fall instead as the spear-tip missed his hand and the swords fuller would fall upon the mans head in a hard tap as if scolding him. Before he turned the sword so the cross-guard was horizontal and jabbed broad-side into his face, again and again.

A gutteral snarl erupted from Fenris' mouth, a feral battle-cry that sounded more beastial than man-made, as a flurry ensued. "RAUARGH!" The axe already in a lowered posture due to this chambered elbow made a windmill motion to bring it a full 360 degrees during the initial "tap" of the first blade, the axe arcing slightly at the end for a diagonal hack at the mans exposed left underarm as the first jab came, while Asger had already previously turned towards his own right. Technique was less needed now, Ferocity and sheer aggression would serve him better at the moment. As of right now, Fenris was less man, as much as a living-storm of attacks, striking with swift decisiveness he had tempered until now, as blade and axe flashed like silver streaks of lightning, admist a maelstrom of violence. If "Mr. Sleepy" (A name Fenris had taken to calling him for the duration of the fight.) had been bored before, Fenris idly wondered if he was now.

(Waited because I wanted to get everything settled by the mods and they said we should, but this is essentially a reiteration of my previous post.)

It might have admittedly looked like flailing to Asger, but in truth as previously stated, refined technique was hardly necessary in this instance. What mattered was ferocity right now. His opponents spear was not a dagger, and if nothing else perhaps this fight would teach him that much. Trying to align the spear and rear it back far enough while he was falling over would be even more "flaily" than Fenris' own movements. What's more even if he could do it, that would not stop him from getting struck in the head which would damn well interupt the attempt. The axe fell, the cross-guard jerked forward again and again. His lowered body bowling over the balanceless opponent with Fenris falling on top of him. The blade-hit, the cross-guard hits, and the axe-strike would all add up to 3 hits or more, though he had already struck his opponent earlier between his legs. The fight was over. But not for Fenris. He would seek to fall upon his opponent as he was bowled over, foregoing his axe to overhook the left arm and press his body against the haft to stop Asger from maneuvering the spear. Unless someone came quick to pull him off, Fenris intended to take things far further than they should have. He had murder in his eyes, and unlike his weapons, his bare hands were not warded.