Metal_Sabre assumes his fighting stance, holding his large blade back in his right hand, and places his left hand forward. He moves about the bridge a bit, sizing his opponent up, as the thick logs creak a bit below his feet. Suddenly, Metal_Sabre springs to life, leaping backward towards the wooden railing of the bridge. Upon his feet touching the wood, Metal_Sabre springboards off of the railing, shooting towards Voronwer like a bolt from a crossbow. He swings his sword diagonally upward, his sword threatening to slice a moderately deep cut into the elf's chest, should the attack be successful.
Voronwer sees the human spring to life with such speed that he must have something magical, in his armor at the very least. He groans as the Azure Knight shoots towards him like a bolt from a crossbow, taking out two curved daggers from the sheaths on the calf of each leg. One of the daggers collides with the blade of his opponents sword sending it off its intended mark, but it collides with his other forearm and he cries out as he shoots backwards to the edge of the bridge. He cuts part of his sleeve before returning the blades to their resting positions on his calves and climbs up to the top of the bridge. He ties off the flow of blood rudimentarily before taking his bow from across his back and knocks an arrow. The string cracks quietly as he pulls it taut, taking aim at the chest of his opponent. He grimaces as his left arm surges with pain and releases the arrow towards its mark. He quickly knocks another bolt, and sends it to the area just inside the bridge slightly the side of Metal_Sabre. He then places the bow across his back once more, takes out his daggers and does a rolling leap to his feet a few feet from Metal_Sabre's position. He then charges his opponent, curved blades arcing towards the flesh of his human adversary.
Metal_Sabre watches Voronwer as he makes his way to the top of the bridge. Assuming the elf distanced himself to utilize his bow, Metal_Sabre prepares himself to defend against any oncoming arrows. Sure enough an arrow threatens to pierce through his azure chest piece, but Metal_Sabre anticipates the arrow's flight path, and easily blocks the arrow with his longsword. The second arrow is fired to a rather akward spot, and Metal_Sabre side steps to his right and curves his spine, narrowly avoiding the arrow. Unfortunately, dodging the second arrow leaves Metal_Sabre in a very open position, which Voronwer is quick to take advantage of as he attacks with his daggers. Metal_Sabre is displeased as he realizes he must lose ground in order to defend the attack, but nevertheless relaxes his legs and falls to the ground, dodging the oncoming blades. He quickly proceeds to swing his right boot up towards the left side of Voronwer, attempting to give him a hard shot to the ribs, and hopefully regain his ground, and footing.
Voronwer frowns as his arrows missed his mark, and senses Metal_Sabre's foot coming at him as he disappears from his frontal view. He quickly rolls out of the way of being hit in the ribs, but is held up as his foot connects with his feet as he avoids collision with his foot. He groans as part of his weight comes down on his injured arm, and quickly keels around on one knee towards his opponent. He wonders how one could move so freely in such bulky armor a moment, then decides it to be as light as mithril as he gets to his feet. He charges the Azure knight, daggers swinging madly as he makes a mad dash to tackle his opponent and connect with the blades
Metal_Sabre springs to his feet, swinging his sword around with his muscular, right arm into a defensive position. No sooner is his sword in place, before Voronwer is nearly upon Metal_Sabre. The Azure Knight notices the lack of control in the elf's attack, and decides to use his opponent's momentum to his advantage. Metal_Sabre quickly places his right foot behind his left, then twists, pivoting around to Voronwer's right side. He then swings his blade outward and behind him, attempting to smack his opponent in the back with the flat of the blade, to add to his uncontrolled momentum. Metal_Sabre also glances at his arm as he swings his sword, noticing a decent size cut, stretching from the right muscle of his tricep to his large bicep.
Voronwer sees the blade coming, and has no time to defend from such an attack. It smacks him right across his shoulder blades, sending him further off balance than the sudden movement of his opponent did. He falls quite unceremoniously after colliding head on with one of the stantions on the bridge. He sits there, all dizzy a moment then sighs conceding defeat. "You have won this day, sir. I will retreat to the solitude of the trees and tend to my wounds, as a whipped pup would do"
Metal_Sabre says [to Voronwer] : "Whipped pup"? Hardly a fitting analogy.
Metal_Sabre makes his way toward Voronwer, outstretching his left hand for him to take hold of.
Voronwer looks up to Metal_Sabre, then graps his outstretched hand and regains his footing. He nods his thanks.