Krieger Calls Out Flynn, Don't bring a gun...

[KaiserKold]

Krieger walked out into the middle of the arena and looked to the crowd.

"Hey! I'm gonna challenge Charles Flynn! Hows blades only sound?" He called out to no one and to everyone.

"Lets have a friendly duel, then!" He finished. "If you're man enough!"

He ended with a wide grin, showing his purposeful smacktalkery.

[Lord Hoehn]

Charlie fell face first into the dirt on the other side, Yelling behind him, "What gives, just because some random guy calls my name ive got to fight him" "Ever heard of democracy".

Charlie got up and brushed his shorts and sweater, "So I guess its you verse me eh"

"Blades u say Mr. Krieger is it, fine with me, no hard feelings of course"

Charlie removed his M4 and M9 and handed them to the guy on the other side of the gate
"I expect to get these back" giving a serious stare

He turned around and faced his advesary and pulled out his military stye cermonial sword

This guy looks a little bit more experienced them me. I hardly ever used the sword on anyone with a sensible mind to them

He waved a hand in the air to get the crownd going and to boost his own self confidence
"Ready when u are cap"

[KaiserKold]

Krieger unsheathed his 7 inch ka-bar with a fluid flick of his wrist.

He then reversed his grip on the weapon and turned his stance sideways, but always kept his eyes on his opponent. He stepped toward Flynn with slow but graceful and methodical strides.

When he was within the other man's striking distance, he stopped dead in his tracks and allowed his opponent the first strike.

[Lord Hoehn]

Flynn watched him approach, he felt like a bird getting ready to be pounced on by a cat.

Krieger stopped and waited for him to make the first move
Bloody Hell, hope I don't get to scratched up in this

Charlie kissed his dog tag and walked towards his foe

"Lets just do it shall we"

I am Captain Jack Sparrow love those movies

He eyed krieger, and kicked a bit of dust in the air, sprinted a step and pointed the point of the blade towards the mans gut waiting the the ring of metal on metal

[KaiserKold]

A small cloud of dust went up in Vincent Krieg's helm, but it bothered him little, for the thrust of his opponent's weapon was fairly expected for a beginning of a duel.

He angled his 7 inch blade to the inside, caught the sword mid-blade, and swept it out wide and up to Krieger's right a while simultaneously coming in with a stiff left hook towards the jaw, attempting to strike the man while his sword was out wide.

[Lord Hoehn]

His arm swung out wide and he saw the fist coming to his right but it was going to fast for him to do much. He moved his head as fast as he could to the side and prepared metally for the impact

The jaw clipped the jaw line and flipped his head up a bit leaveing quite a welp.

He tried to gain his wits and counter with a forward kick and a diagnol slash down the center at krieger shoulder

OOC sword going for shoulder, kick going for torso

[KaiserKold]

Krieger was caught unaware by such a fast retaliation and the kick hit him square in the midsection. He doubled over from the impact, but still had enough sense to lean towards the sword slash he knew was inevitable.

A great clanging ring resounded as the blade struck and slid from the right side of Krieger's helmet, tearing a long rip in the top of his flowing cloak and drawing a shallow, stinging line down his shoulder.

More on reflex than conscious thought, he rapidly switched his grip again and struck out for Flynn's sword arm with a quick, but not all that strong, slash and retract.

OOC: Aimed at inside elbow.

[Lord Hoehn]

Flynn's elbow tingled with a sharp pain as he looked to see his favorite sweater ripped and his arm sleeve begining to dampen


Ah, Ive seen worse paper cuts, damn bastard tore my sweater I guess I should of saw this coming though

Charlie urged his blade forward towards the knife hand and moved his left arm towards the forarm in hopes of disarming him

A bit of blood came out of his moth where he accidently bit himself from the thrust of the punch at his jaw

[KaiserKold]

Krieger saw the slash coming for his knife hand, but he had retracted as quickly as he had struck, pulling back and stepping while flowing his cloak out to catch the sword's blow.

It tore through the cloak a bit and caught him instead above his bent knee, drawing a small, but deep gouge from beneath his sand camo fatigues.

Gritting his teeth, but ignoring the pain, he tried to grab his opponent's sword arm at the end of the swing and pull him close for a helmeted head butt aimed to the face.

[Lord Hoehn]

His sword sliced down the cloak with ease and hit the mans knee

His left arm made contact with nothing but air and threw him a bit of balance on his left side


"What the hell" he felt pressure on his arm and to his dismay the ripped man had his sword arm in his grip. Not good Charlie, not good

He was being pulled in, he tried to take the cowards way out and kick his foot up towards the mans groin right before his face smacked hard into the REALLY hard helmet.

His vision dimmed a bit and became to get fuzzy in certain areas as he attempted to reeling back

The fans looked only like colored circles
He moved his head back and forth trying to regain cosienceness


Wheres my helicopter

[KaiserKold]

Krieger stepped back a bit. Though he had prepared for the impact, the move had caused his helmets internal interfaces to flicker and reboot, taking a moment before he could be sure if they were okay.

The last thing I need is for my helmet to quit on me!! He silently reflected, for he would became far weaker indeed.

When he saw the green lights wink on after a couple milliseconds, his heart relaxed. He looked over to his opponent and noticed that Flynn was looking thoroughly disoriented!

Damn! He cursed his lack of punctuality in a follow-up attack. Praying that his opponent was still somewhat dazed, he brought himself into a low stance and charged forward three strides, swinging his knife arm out and to the right side towards his opponent's left leg. It was a half-hearted swing that never really had any force behind it - meant to throw his opponent's guard off and keep his sword busy long enough for Krieger to complete the full body tackle he had ever intention of making!

It was a risky maneuver, for if he failed to keep the sword at bay, he would be skewered. He tried to wrap his arms around Flynn's midsection, he then brought his weight and moment to bear and fully tried to lift and bring down his opponent, hoping to all hell that he had kept the other mans weapon at bay.

[Lord Hoehn]

Flynn's vision went in and out of focus, he could just make out a a dark blur comeing at him and the metalic reflection of steel in the sunlight coming towards his leg.

His movements where sluggish but luckily he made contact and glanced the knifes aim away from his leg before it could puncture.

Before he could react, krieger wrapped his momouth hands around his body in a tackle and with momentum lifted Charlie off his feet into the air within a split second

Dazed and confused his hands slipped away from the hilt of the sword as it fell to his left when he impact with the ground. Besides the ground he also had a 200 plus man train over him, nocking the wind out of his lungs.

The one good thing about the impact though was it sure brought him back to reality
Haveing a Terminator guy on top of you kinda has that affect on the mind.

Grasping for breath, Flynn made a wild attept to hold back the mans knife hand and also franticly attempted a punch towards the mans shoulder with little strength he still had left.

[KaiserKold]

Krieger's next move was to slash the Flynn deep, but he found his wrist grasped by his opponent and unable to move!

He received a vicious punch to the inside of his arm, which left it numb, but he continued to use his free hand to attempt a swift punch to the kidney, while his knife hand wiggled the seven-inch blade back and forth trying to cut and gouge his opponents wrist.

[Lord Hoehn]

OOC- I guess my swing to the head missed, and I dont think my strength would of held back your hand that much, ur alot stronger than me

BIC
Charlie flicked his wrist back and let go of the mans forearm while doing a right hand swing again towards the mans thick neck. Pain rushed through his side as Krieger nailed him in the kidney. With the pain and the sensation of fatigue and exauhstion going through his muscle cords he cocked his head forward and spit a bit of blood and saliva at the mans visor.

Gritting his teeth : "Come on I can take it, that all you got cap"

[KaiserKold]

Krieger staggered back from the punch to his neck. It made him gag and choke for a few seconds until the pain lessened.

He looked up at the opponent still on the ground. Wiping the spittle from his visor, he bent down slowly and deliberately to the ground and picked up Flynn's sword. He reversed his hold and then tossed it to the other man.

"Thanks for that, asshole..." He chuckled, amused at Flynn's tenacity, "but I said blades only, fella. Quit droppin' your sword!"

He smiled widely and dropped into a defensive stance, trying to hide the limp in his leg...