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Clash Between titans.round V, who will emerge victorious. |
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Apr 24 2006, 07:45 PM
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Joined: 10-November 05
From: Tel Delvanni

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The sparks flew in all directions, when the two swords chrashed into eachother...but the much heavier weight and refined ebony edge of the Daedric katana proved to much for the Dwemer shortsword to handle, and it deftly broke in two.
Arygon, said some words that is best kept out from here...and just before the heavy katana disemboweled Arygon, he managed to activate his chamelon spell...the spell which proved to be a much effectieve one, was annoying Jonacin...as he hated not being able to see his foe.
Arygon sneaked up to his bow, and carefully nocked back another arrow, and drew it to the full lengt of the arrow shaf...and then let it go...The arrow flew straight and true, but Jonacin had just turned, and instead of getting hit oin the head, the iron arrow slammed into his trusty steel cuirass, and knocked him off his feet while he screamed in pain...as it hit him in his right shoulder.
Arygon looked down, and voila...there lay suddenly a glass longsword...probably left behind by another fighter...so he picked it up, and again clashed blades with Jonacin.
Jonacin was looking more angry than he had been for long...but inside he was laughing better than he had done in his life...They came into a hated swordlock, and then Jonacin used his moment.
"you...you are a fool, you dare to engage the master of Blades...Jonacin, know this your death shall be swift and clean, you will feel nothing"...and then, he rammed the swords downwards, and with a sudden left angled twist, Arygons glass blade flew up into the air, shards of glass spraying the area...then he turned with awesome speed and agileness, and took a hafly upward swing.
Arygon, looked at Jonacin...Jonacin had missed him, but why...why was everything turning black. After something that felt like an eternity, but it was really just a few seconds, a thin red line stretched across Arygons throat, and then he tipped backwards, while his head rolled away from his body.
"Well done Mortal"...Hircine's voice echoed through the halls, and he was actually applauded by Hircine...then he was moved back to the stands.
So that was it...this part have been finished, and Jonacin have been declared as the winner.
This post has been edited by Telendil Delvanni: Apr 24 2006, 07:45 PM
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