Clash of the Titans Round III, Kell Vs Sirin. Options

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The third installment of the Clash Series. Cast votes wisely and remember you are not voting for your favorite character, you are voting for who would be more apt to win the current battle.

In the same fashion as before, two more elite fighters were lifted from their paralysis and thrown into the icy pit of Hircine’s Arena. This time, the man known as Sirin was squaring off against the ebony armed Argonian, Kell. They stare into each other’s eyes, waiting for a sign to begin but are met with the booming voice of The Daedric Prince.

“Allow me to remind you that you are fighting for me! You will do your best to appease and entertain me by fighting without remorse. Prove to me that you are the most powerful mortal on this plane of existence and show me that even mortals can have strength. Begin now, and hold nothing back!” Hircine echoes from his icy perch.

Kell raps his clawed toes against the shiny, frigid icy surface waiting for the right moment as he watches Sirin begin traversing the distance between them. Both men usually relying on a certain level of speed to overcome their opponents would make for an exceptional battle.

Sirin attempts to calculate his best course of action knowing that neither one of them are very well armored at all. He could see the out of place ebony arm that the Argonian was blessed/cursed with and thought that avoiding that would be a good idea. As the distance between them closes, both men continue to stare and refrain from making any sort of move that would signify an attack.

Suddenly, Kell takes a fateful step forward with his right foot as his hand dangles to his side before gripping the handle of his dai-katana. This raises the attention of Sirin who quickly grasps the handle of his katana as well.

“What are you up to Argonian?” Sirin asks himself as he stands defensively. He watches carefully as Kell takes yet another step forward. Sirin watches but the lack of expression on the argonian’s face by nature makes it impossible to figure out his next move.

As if by instinct, Sirin quickly draws his sword as the last step from Kell reveals a very skilled swordsman tactic that would be hard, if not impossible to block if not matched in speed, highly developed reaction times and a light weapon. The sound of reverberating metal as the swords clash fill the frozen amphitheatre leaving a metal-on-metal ringing in everyone’s ears. The captive audience gasps as both blades are held dangerously close to Sirin’s head and neck and they both wince as they apply all of their upper body strength to hold each other’s blades at bay.

With a shift in footing, Kell turns his katana letting the flat side of his blade slide effortlessly up the edge of Sirin’s sword. As the Dai-katana is freed from the other weapon, Kell grips the hilt quickly with both hands and brings his blade downward. Again the sound of the blades crashing together fill the air as both men spin on their heels freeing each other from the blade lock.


“That move is spectacular. If it weren’t for my light blade and my instincts I would have been headless.” Sirin states as he quickly takes another defensive stance.

As Kell steps forward for another attack, Sirin quickly forces his own katana in a downward arc letting the flat side of his blade guide Kell’s sword to the ground as he steps from its path. The well sharpened Dai-Katana cuts into the ice with ease and is kept there momentarily by the momentum of both men as well as the ice hardening around it.

Sirin takes this opportunity to close in, invading Kell’s personal space and overwhelming him. The Argonian lashes out with his ebony arm but is tripped by Sirin. As Kell stumbles backward, he is met with Sirin’s blade and he realizes he had let go of his own as it remains stuck in the ice beyond arm’s reach. Nevertheless, Kell manages to fend off the invading enemy blade with his armored arm and with one fateful swipe Kell manages to knock the katana out of Sirin’s hand.

Both fighters stand toe-to-toe with their weapons out of reach and Hircine getting inpatient. The cold air nipping at their faces and their hearts beating furiously……