Elither V. Drayco, Rionoliathnu

[Elither Daegovad]

Elither wiped his mouth off, listening to the taunting of his opponent. He smirked lightly, knowing that his opponent had under-estimated his speed. Elither quickly rolled backwards, at the same time bringing his own blade up to knock Drayco's away. His sword held off Drayco's, as he rolled backwards onto his feet, and out of harms way for now. Even though he had internal injuries, bruised ribs, and some cuts, he wasn't out of the battle yet. He gasped for air for a moment, before looking back to Drayco. "I don't give." He said, pulling the hood from his head.

[Drayco]

Drayco was ready for a backroll from the elf. Which prompted him to lunge forward, jamming the blade downwards. He was aiming for the elf's leg and midsection in a downward stabbed. He knew the chances of him missing were slim, but the elf had found his way out of tougher situations. He admired the spirit of Elither. He was a strong opponent and was good with a blade. All Drayco knew he had to do was stay in close enough that an arrow would be suicide.

His blade came down quickly, longing for flesh. Drayco could almost feel the success of the strike. But he knew not to get cocky with one strike. Using his shield as a weapon, he brough the edge towards the tamers chest. He smirked to himself as the blade and the slab went for the elf. This should be good... Drayco's smirk widened and could be seen by outside sources.

[Elither Daegovad]

Elither watched the blade and the shield come down in the roll, and started to think fast. It'd take out most of my leg use... The shield… He'll be practically dropping his defense when he hits me with it… I got to think fast… What to do... The broadsword managed to rip through the side of his calf, tearing muscles apart. As the blade hit the ground, it had lodged itself quite a few inches inside during the lunge. The shield had hit him as well, pinning him to the ground. But Drayco had left himself quite defenseless during the Lunge. Elither had taken a thrust inwards, around the shield at the side of Drayco, right under his arm, on the side that didn't have the Broadsword. Drayco would have practically thrown himself onto the blade. He may be fast, but he dropped his defense once he had hit Elither with both Blade, and Shield.

[Drayco]

Drayco felt the blade hit his arm. It was a nasty feeling that he'd grown accustomed to. As the tip of the blade hit him, he let go of his broadsword and pulled his arm up. His arm was in massive amounts of pain. It wasn't threatening, but it would be hard to fight with. He had to make a choice. A charged attack with a full charge, or healing. The choice clear to the knight.

He hefted up his shield to defend and began to hum a soft sound. It was mixed and mingled with words and thoughts. His body felt suddenly drained and he felt tired. He could fight while weakened, but not weakened and bloodied. His wound began to close up. it didn't fully close, and he could still feel the blood on his arm. The wound had closed enough that his arm was now no longer screaming in pain, but throbbing with dull ache.

"Let's finish this like men." Drayco dropped the shield and dropped his Gladius. He made sure both were in quick reach. He smirked. We knights have tricks up our sleeves...He gave a little glare at the man and swung with a left hook.

[Elither Daegovad]

The blade had somehow hit Drayco's arm, instead of piercing into the side of his chest, and into his ribcage. As Elither pulled the blade out, the knight started healing, and healed his arm quickly. A look of great irritation came upon Elither's face, as he tried to stand up. His leg held his wait, but at great pain. Elither winced heavily, feeling blood pour down his leg, and drip onto the ground. He wouldn't be able to use his legs for an attack, he thought. As the knight said "Lets settle this like men." He dropped his sword and shield, and swung a left hook at Elither. One thing Drayco had forgotten... Elither wasn't a man, he was an elf He brought the sharp side of his Flash Blade up to block the hook, and it did so, ripping into the flesh from the force of Drayco's own arm. Elither quickly pulled the blade from the now damaged hand of Drayco's, and thrust the blade out at his chest, hoping to impale the heart.

[Drayco]

Drayco was quick with his hands. Even though his left was injured, he was right side dominant. He pinned the blade between his hands, keeping his hands on the flats. He brought his knee into Elithers injured leg. With a quick pull he wretched the blade free from the elf's grasp. He flung it away in the same movement. His leg smashed into Elithers at the same moment the elf lost his blade. The elf was now injured and unarmed. Drayco didn't take more then a moment after disarming the man before attacking again.

He brought his elbow down, aiming it for the elf's neck. Drayco had sustained damage. His left arm would be worth little more then taking blows. But he'd kept all vital areas of his body protected. Drayco was physically stronger then the elf. He also was taught to fight past pain. His arm came down fast, towards the elf’s neck. He was prepared to miss, and ready for a hit. Either way, the knight was far from finished.

[Elither Daegovad]

Elither felt the blade being pulled from his grasp. He let it go, after the knight had tugged onto it, and felt the pain sear into his injured leg as the knight had hit it. Even though the knight hadn't managed to hit the spot where the cut was, it still was very painful to the elf. Elither watched as the knight threw an elbow at his neck. Elither quickly ducked down, avoiding the elbow, and pulled the Bow from the strap that was tied to it, which the Knight had forgotten about. He quickly pulled two arrows out, and notched them up, and pressed them against the Knight's chest, pulling the string tight, while his arm was still up. The Knight had been so close, that Elither was able to get the arrows almost against his chest very easily. He left a few inches of space, to let the arrows get the velocity they needed to pierce through any armor, and bone that would stop them from going in. He smirked, knowing that the Knight had no-where to go now, the attack was too close. "Good bye, Knight." With that, he let the arrows fly, straight toward the Knight's chest. Elither knew the knight was fast, but he doubted the knight would be able to dodge the arrows.

[Drayco]

Drayco had seen the arrows and had gotten ready. His hands came up, just a moment before the elf let go of string. His hands caught both arrows an instant later. One had already punched through his armor and a slight ways into his chest. The other was caught just a moment before it hit. The time ticked away as Drayco gave the elf a sadistic grin. He took a step forward and drove the arrow into the elf’s stomach, pushing it upwards and under the rib cage. He left it there. Letting go of it. The elf was smart, but he had also tried to hard. "Never go for an arrow at point blank range. It's very deadly." He winced and dropped to the ground. His felt blood coming from his chest and the pain in his body had suddenly tripled. He couldn't move without feeling the pain. He knew well enough that the battle was over and he wasn't sure if he'd won. He’d closed his eyes and lay against the ground. "Never...ever try to fight your better..." he choked before passing out.

[Elither Daegovad]

Elither had stepped back, as his opponent had caught the arrows in surprise. He was smirking, wondering how the heavy Knight had that quick of reflexes, that even some of the quickest elves didn't. The knight had stuck Elither with the arrow, and ripped upwards, but it was only a flesh wound, because Elither had backed away. The arrow tip of the arrow scratched against the lower rib, as the Knight started to Jabber away about not fighting as hard as you can. Elither smirked, watching the knight pass out, and fell to the ground, his leg no longer supporting any kind of movement. He was still concious, though barely. "More scars to put with the other's" Elither muttered, holding onto his leg with one hand, and using the other to hold his stomach, where the horse had kicked. He coughed a few more times, blood running down his lip, as he winced from the inhale and exhale of the large breath's he was taking, from the damaged ribs. He shook his head, and pulled the cloak off of his body. Elither would have to patch the holes in it, once more.

[Drayco]

OOC: Nice duel...I suspect it's over.

[Elither Daegovad]

((OOC: Yeah, you too.))