| Wildrine Gets His Ass Kicked |
| Argyyle entered the arena, taking his sword from the droid as he did so. He stepped over the threshold, right foot forward, knee bent, sword held in a two handed grip, left hand on top at belt level at a 45 degree angle to his body. Saber entered the arena and walked to the location he was supposed to stand at. Saber held his Bo in his right hand to his side. Going into his combat stance, saber eased his left foot forward to gain his balance. With his right leg bent slightly, saber nodded his head towards his enemy. Saber paused a brief moment on his way to his destination to cast a glance towards Dan, who was looking over the fight. He had hoped to catch the mercenary�s attention, but apparently failed. Now that he was ready to begin the fight, saber gripped his Bo firmly but softly at the same time. Argyyle slid towards his opponent, activating his sword with the thumb switch, maintaining his posture; he stopped about halfway between the wall and saber. Saber looked at his enemy as he moved closer. Saber moved on the balls of his feet matching his enemy�s movement. He kept his eyes locked on Argyyle�s body movements. One could see what one�s enemy would do before they did it by watching their main body. In a fancy display of skill, he twirled his Bo around his back and into his left hand only to twirl it again back into his right hand. Moving on the balls of his feet, saber moved towards Argyyle. "Come on boy, I have your sister waiting for me after this show." Saber hoped to provoke Argyyle into attacking. Argyyle smirked at the comment, remembering what Fiona had done to their brother, and stood his ground, silent, barely breathing, and body vibrating with tension. Realizing that his enemy would not attack first, saber inhaled through his nose and exhaled slowly from his mouth. Letting his mind go blank so he could depend on his skill and instincts, he closed the distance between himself and Argyyle quickly. Coming in like a dancer, saber twirled his Bo in the air with it notched downwards slightly to ward off any attacks made at him. Leading with his left leg, saber took a step towards his enemy while his right foot slid forward already preparing to slide backwards or to the side. "Your boring me kid. Fight already." Argyyle narrowed his eyes at his opponent, gauging the distance carefully, breathing deeply, maintaining his stance, feet shifting slightly. Saber slid forward the rest of the way. He saw the circle about he and his enemy that he had drawn in his mind about to connect. Judging the distance, saber snapped forward quickly. Lifting his left foot, which was at the front and angled slightly so it was barely touching the floor, he moved himself forward with his right leg. Being able to stop his forward motion at anytime with either of his feet saber swung his Bo with deadly force as it came downward from the spin. His left hand pushed his Bo to hard to the right, this was to power it's spin. At the same time, his right hand gripped it solidly as it came downwards towards his enemy�s sword. While it was twirling saber made sure that even if what he planned next didn�t happen, he would catch his Bo fully in his hand in case it stuck anything. This was to make sure it didn�t fall out of his hands. However this was a fake attack, at the last possible second he move back his right hand to the side and under his enemy�s sword to try and knock it upwards while continuing his spin. Argyyle reached out to grab the end of the spinning staff with his left hand, in a reverse grip, the back of his hand facing to his right. His fingers curled around the staff, and he tried to pull his enemy towards him, lifting his sword with his right hand and smashing it down at Sabers face, while lifting his leading right foot to stomp on Sabers leading foot. Saber watched his enemy�s attempt to grab his staff. He couldn�t believe for moment what Argyyle was doing, and decided to let him have it. He moved his Bo in such a way that what Argyyle�s grab would connect with the stun area of the staff. Moving on the balls of his feet once again, he moved to his enemy�s left side bringing his Bo with him. This was to move him out of the way of any of his enemy�s frontal attacks. Holding onto his Bo, saber pulled it downwards to the floor hoping his enemy will fall. Then he twirled it back up in guard stance incase by some luck his enemy tried to do another attack. Argyyle smiled a small still smile. His enemy had forgotten to activate the stun function of his weapon, and instead of losing the function of his hand; Argyyle was now rotated with his opponent�s movement. His aim remained true and his sword smashed his enemies face, breaking his nose and stunning him. As saber fell to the floor, senseless, Argyyle knelt and whispered into sabers ear. �If my sister were waiting for you, it would be to laugh at your defeat.� |