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(Collab post with @Caden S. Freemont)
The marten nodded. "I'm fine without safety equipment for this bout. No head shots, be honest about if I'm hit, stay in the ring--got it." He eyed Alwyn's positioning and adjusted his own. "I'll stick with sword and board for the armed rounds. It's been my go-to for most of my career. Tricky against the polearms, certainly, but there are strengths and weaknesses to every kit, aye?"
Caden dropped into a ready stance, shield up to cover his center of mass, sword held in his left paw, blade held up and behind his shoulder. He waited, watching the fox. Unless forced to act first, with the shorter range weapon it was unwise to make the first move against a beast wielding a poleaxe. Better to let Alwyn step in and close the gap, then respond from there.
Alwyn gave Caden a brief nod in response, circling the marten and looking for any particular weaknesses, and, indirectly, seeing if the marten’s experience lined up with his story. His expression was serious-he played around a lot of time, but when it came to combat, he just as cool and collected as his father. Unlike Daniil and Eirene, who had gone at it comparatively quickly, the two more experienced beasts simply watched each other, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a lightning strike or series of strikes that might end the match with minimal energy expended.
Having the advantage of range, and sensing a slight weakness to his opponent’s guard on the right, he seemingly began to start a two-handed blow towards the marten’s left paw which held his sword, only to then abruptly move his right footpaw first, twisting his body and striking instead to the right at the maximum length and power he could he could with poleaxe, continuing to move and not stay in one place as his grandfather had taught him while maintaining his distance and judging Caden’s reaction time. Hopefully, he might have staggered the older marten, allowing him to be more aggressive.
The marten nodded. "I'm fine without safety equipment for this bout. No head shots, be honest about if I'm hit, stay in the ring--got it." He eyed Alwyn's positioning and adjusted his own. "I'll stick with sword and board for the armed rounds. It's been my go-to for most of my career. Tricky against the polearms, certainly, but there are strengths and weaknesses to every kit, aye?"
Caden dropped into a ready stance, shield up to cover his center of mass, sword held in his left paw, blade held up and behind his shoulder. He waited, watching the fox. Unless forced to act first, with the shorter range weapon it was unwise to make the first move against a beast wielding a poleaxe. Better to let Alwyn step in and close the gap, then respond from there.
Alwyn gave Caden a brief nod in response, circling the marten and looking for any particular weaknesses, and, indirectly, seeing if the marten’s experience lined up with his story. His expression was serious-he played around a lot of time, but when it came to combat, he just as cool and collected as his father. Unlike Daniil and Eirene, who had gone at it comparatively quickly, the two more experienced beasts simply watched each other, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a lightning strike or series of strikes that might end the match with minimal energy expended.
Having the advantage of range, and sensing a slight weakness to his opponent’s guard on the right, he seemingly began to start a two-handed blow towards the marten’s left paw which held his sword, only to then abruptly move his right footpaw first, twisting his body and striking instead to the right at the maximum length and power he could he could with poleaxe, continuing to move and not stay in one place as his grandfather had taught him while maintaining his distance and judging Caden’s reaction time. Hopefully, he might have staggered the older marten, allowing him to be more aggressive.
