Fishrudder vs Auric

[Finnerator Rudderbow]

This is where you will post. The spar will end two weeks from today. Good luck!

[Captain Fishrudder]

**Aral had been waiting for Auric for sometime, while he was waiting he was going over what he knew he was polishing his weapons, twin daggers, Death and Reaper, then four short daggers. He only kept them for emerganceys. He then took out a sling, in good repair, but almost never used, as Aral perfered it up close and personal. He checked the sling several times, looking for bad pieces of the leather, he didn't plan on using it unless things got weaponless and then he could use the starp of leather to put Auric in a chokehold

He started thinking, he wondered how Anerk was, she had gone wondering two seasons ago and Aral missed her, he had spent all of his time with her. They were both in assassin camp and they were part of the same holt. He had never been away from here this long, hopefully she would get back soon. His mind then wandered to the upcoming spar. He knew Auric was a one-time corsair, so he would have to watch for trickery, he also knew the pine marten carried a bone handled long scimatar. The Pine marten was a expert swordsman, though likely not as good as himself. He knew a bit about pine martens, they had semi-retractable claws, something that Aral had nothing like, and he knew they would come in use if things got into a wrestling match. He was looking forward to the upcoming spar

A few glasses after the spar was going to start Aral had started to wonder if Auric was ever going to show up. He got up and started stretching his muscles and limbering up, he had gotten stiff in the time he had been sitting and waiting. He then walks back over to his daggers laid out in a neat row and does several sets of motions with them he learned at the training camp. He goes back and retrieves the sling, grabs a few stones from the old pouch and finds a target, a acorn on the oak tree roughly 20 meters away, he starts spinning the sling, faster and faster, with a jerk of his arm he lets the stone fly, the acorn vanishes and the stone rattles off into the forest. He then sits back down and waits.**

OOC: Hmmm...

I think I am becoming a better RPer.

[Auric Ashtongue]

OOC: Sorry... had to go to Switzerland for a few weeks. Don't ask.

BIC: Auric had finally found a pair of decent boots in this forsaken place. They weren't as shiny and comfortable as his old pair, but Auric found he could prance and dodge just as well in them. Also, his scimitar had to be shined and he had to remember to carefully stash a few unregistered surprises. The feather in his hat was in fact a carefully disguised needle. Each of his boots contained a small dagger. Oh, and he had poisoned his blade. Nothing deadly or particularly strong, but potent enough that a cut from it might cause Aral a few distracting symptoms, such as a sudden fever or headache. Auric was a fine swordsman without a doubt and could probably handle this competition without having to cheat... but this is Auric we're talking about.

Hell's whiskers... Auric LOVED being the bad guy.

When Auric arrived in the ring, he gave a curt bow to his opponent and drew his blade. His left paw was carefully raised for measured balance while his feet found their positions on the ground. "Forgive my tardiness. You must be the otter assassin who I've heard so much about. Either that, or the Juska have wandered in and you're the current Taggerung."

In Auric's mind, 'polite chat' was simply another phrase for 'cleverly mocking your opponent without having to kill him afterwards'.

[Captain Fishrudder]

OOC: IT"S ARAL
BIC: Aral growled at the Taggerung statement. He knew he looked slightly like the Taggerung because of his markings from the camp. He sheathed all unused weapons that weren't used and held his two daggers in his paws. He waiteid for pine marten. His eyes flashing up and down the pine marten, he would pay for the Taggurung statement. He didn't respond but slowly walked up to Auric, when he was about 5 feet away he stopped and said "Shut up and let's go"

OOC: That OK in redwall world?

[Auric Ashtongue]

OOC: I know, I know, but I forget when you only use one acoount for all of them. Oh, and I think it's okay... he was raised by vermin, so it fits. Besides, Auric's not exactly a mousebabe...

BIC: "What a dreadful comeback! What, were you raised by FERRETTS or something?!" Auric began circling him, keeping the exact same distance from him with each step. His scimitar gave him a decided advantage in striking distance, assuming Aral didn't throw the daggers at him. Auric was a shrewd tactician though beneath the mockery and hedonism, and he did not attack immediately. He studied the otter's grip, his movement, whether he crouched or stood. Then he made a quick feint from below, stepping back carefully so the tip only reached the daggers and Auric's body was only barely exposed. "En garde!!"

[Captain Fishrudder]

**Aral rolled his eyes and side-stepped, not even bothering a comeback. Auric was shrewd but was making a fool of himself. It would be a good fight. He was handling his scimatar like he was trying to keep the distance from his daggers, though it wouldn't matter. With a smooth motion Aral sheathed the Death and grabbed a normal dagger and threw it, all within a second's time. The dagger was headed towards Auric's swordhand trapices ( The muscle between your neck and shoulder) muscle. He drew Death and waited

[Auric Ashtongue]

Auric twisted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the dagger as it flew past him. He didn't straighten himself, instead continuing the motion with his second paw stretched out to touch the ground first for support. From this partially laid out position on the ground, he kicked one booted paw forward into Aral's.

[Finnerator Rudderbow]

The first round is now over. I will now deliberate with myself and decide who the two finalists will be.

[Finnerator Rudderbow]

I declare Auric the winner. I forgot why, but that's irrelevant in Finnerator's book. If you would like a better reply email me.