Dueling Roulette (Round 2) Ungatt Trunn(Skystreak) vs. LeathoShellhound(Mattina)

[BrookSkimmer]

You may begin your duel here whenever you are ready! Before you start make sure you have read the rules for dueling here and the rules and basics for the roulette here.

You will have until Dec 31st to complete this duel.

[Leatho Shellhound]

Far away from the abbey of Redwall stood the great eastern cliffs. They rose strait up into the sky as viewed from its base. They where barren, sinister and hiders of evil. For who would climb them willing, only those who's fiery hearts and persistence blind the eyes of fear. Only those who's mind is so corrupted in revenge and the belief to bring justice that it powers up their courageousness beyond its natural quota.

There is such a beast, a stoat by species. She began to climb, up the rotting remains of a long ago rope, yard after yard. Her eyes, sharp as the tip of the crescent moon, always looking up as if they in them selves where pulling her upward, upward to her prey. 

The female stoat's head came over the edge, ever looking. After she had hauled her self on the plateau's top, she lay motionless on the sandy grass that blew around in elevated winds. Night fell over her, and yet she did not move.

The first of the sun flashed across the land, rising ever upward, and as it fell across the plateau plains it covered the stoat in a brilliant gold. Her eyes flashed open, at the fresh but merciless blue sky. Getting up, she began to search the ground with utmost care, for some thing, some thing that had driven her to the ascent of the cliffs yesterday.
Where and what was it? The stoat walked along the edge of the cliff for kilometers, stopping to drink from a small water fall that poured over the cliff and spear some fish with her  glaive; she ate them raw.

As it was mid afternoon her head came up quickly, her eyes narrowed. Across the open plain in sight was a figure, a figure that was coming toward her. Her turban and tunic blew in the wind as she stood facing him.

"I am Mattina, mate of Aesculus, fight me!"

[Ungatt Trunn]

Skystreak, a tall, agile Ferral Cat, looked up at Mattina as she called out her challenge. A sinister smile creased over his evil features. He had seen her before; just after he had killed her mate in a village raid a while back. He still heard the voice of Mattina standing over her fallen mate, crying in rage at him as he fled the burning village: "I will seek you out, and I will kill you, Skystreak!".
It had been two season since that fateful day, and now he was faced with his vengeful foe in front of him. He called back, "So, we meet again, Mattina! What was it, two seasons ago I slew your mate? Well, you will be joining him soon enough!" Skystreak drew out his blade, a long Broad Sword, scratched and tattered as a weapon that has seen many battles. He advanced slowly towards Mattina.

[Leatho Shellhound]

Her eye's shone, her mouth curled into a satisfied smile and the fur on her face fluttered along in the wind.

The time had come, oh how this violent dream was sweet. Aesculus would be appeased, he could sleep in ease with his slayer blowing as dust and ash in the wind. She would bring this cat's sword to the tree which marked the grave of her loved one.

But, before this dream could come to life she most fight. Yes! A battle most be fought for victory to be won.

Mattina's paw reached behind her back to were her glaive was strapped to her back. Pulling it loose, she got a feel for her weapon. It was a long hard wooden shaft with a fearsome blade at its top. Gripping it with both paws the stoat moved them along its well made grain. This would bring the victory, the spiller of blood. Holding it one pawed again she began to move it in quick circular arcs, motions, and patterns. This was a well known art for the stoat, yes a deadly art, one which she had trained and used.

She stood on one leg with the other bent at the knee, then moved to crouch and fighting pose. This was also a dance, a red dance of life and death. An art, with blood as paint and cold steel as the canvas. A dance, where every move most be right, or else death would close your final curtain of life. It was war, a million battles in one fight. The day of decision and reckoning, failure or reconcile.

"I will finish it to the end," were her words.

[Ungatt Trunn]

"Oh, I believe otherwise" Skystreak said slyly. The, as quick as a flash, he did a mighty leap towards Mattina. He then brought down is sword in mid-air, aiming at Mattina's head.

[Leatho Shellhound]

She had waited for him to move first so that his actions of attack would be known. As he speedily and aggressively advanced with his sword upraised, she had little time to think over what her best root of defence and counterstroke would be. In a matter of seconds her enemy was airborne, that's it! Under him there was now a door way, one that would land her behind a startled opponent.

"But would it work?", asked her thoughts. Now was not the time to question what fate's choice would be, was her reply.

The stoat warrioress took two quick steps forward and arched backwards with her knees bent and slid under the cat blocking his stroke as she went past. The dust flew around her feet as she skitted through the bare grass.

Did she have enough momentum? For a horrible second the stoat thought she had stopped half way. Or? No, she kept moving. Mattina came out from under his shadow into the blinding but heart gladdening sun light. She twisted her body upright and around to face her adversary.

[Ungatt Trunn]

Skystreak was taken by surprise at Mattina's sudden move. He weald around to face his foe. "Your skills have improved since we last met" he said. he then charged Mattina, swiping at her side with his lethal weapon. 

[Leatho Shellhound]

The stoat pulled her buckler off her back, holding on the the leather straps she angled it toward the on coming sword stroke. If the weapon hit full on her round shield it would damage the buckler severely. Mattina would have to deflect it to block it, but this was only a precaution if her plan didn't go as planned. It would also deceive the cat into thinking she would try to block his blow.

But no, she was going to drop flat at the last second and roll to the side, hoping that he loses his balance from the swing. She would get up and spear him with her glaive, or so was the plan any how.

He came nearer the sword flying toward her, time slowed in her mind, he was close, and the weapon edge was almost at it's mark.

Now!! her thoughts screamed, she dove to the ground and not a second to soon for it sliced above her, taking her turban with it and inflicting a head wound. The pain was so immense she almost forgot to roll. Roll she did and then stood up and jabbed out with her weapon...

[Ungatt Trunn]

OCC: Well, Leatho, it looks like we didn't finish our duel in time.

[Leatho Shellhound]

OOC: we still have like 2-3 days, I'll Post fast.

[Ungatt Trunn]

OCC: But I thought that we had until December 31.

[Leatho Shellhound]

OOC: Brookskimmer just posted that the deadline is January 4th.

[Ungatt Trunn]

OCC: Oh! Then we'd better hurry!

BIC: Skystreak howled as the blade came into contact with his left arm. But he was tough; bracing himself againsed the pain, he swung his sword at Mattina's body, then, pulling out his bolas, threw it at her footpaws in succession.

[Leatho Shellhound]

The stoat warrioress was well satisfied when she felt her weapon hit home. She with drew a pace In time to block the sword strike with her buckler.

She was facing the west with the sun in her eyes, but at least the cliff edge was behind her enemy.

She hesitated to think on this, which gave her no time to react in defence against the bolas. They painfully wrapped around her legs making her stumble backwards and fall. The glaive slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground out of reach. Panic filled her throat, Mattina pull furiously at her sheathed scimitar.

Shing!

Was the sound of the blade coming free, she cut the ropes around her limbs. The stoat used the curved sword to help her to her feet. It was very painful, the bruises where large.  But she must go on with the attack, she had no choice, death or revenge.

Charging, Mattina moved her blade to its deadly purpose. Hoping to back the cat to the edge of the cliff.

[Ungatt Trunn]

OCC: Sorry I haven't been posting for a while. I've had a pretty bad fever the last few days.

BIC: Skystreak couldn't quit comprehend what just happened. He had swung backwards to avoid Mattina's blade, but as soon as he stepped backwards, we fell. And he kept falling. Then he realized what had happened. "NOOOOO!!!!" was his last cry as he fell down the high cliff. It was a long time before a thud resounded from the bottom.