In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 188):

"I accept your challenge."

"You don't look like a barbarian, so means you must be Monorith. What are the rules of engagement?"

OOC: Is peach wood easily recognisable as such or could it pass for a 'usual' practice sword?

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 190):

"Choose your weapon, we fight until one of us surrenders or cannot
continue. I warn you, I am a master of the katana."

"Weapon?" I look him up and down, sizing him up and chuckle lightly, as if finding him wanting " I'm a dual sword fighter. How about I trade out one of my metal swords with a practice one, so I don't hurt you too much."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 192):

The odd, slender man shrugs. "As you wish. I can cut through a
wooden sword."

I walk into the fight area, and draw my swords, positioning my left side, which holds the metal sword, toward him in an effort to hide the peach wood. I breath deep and ready myself."Ready when you are."

OOC: I'm waiting with all out defense: parry.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 194):

The slender swordsman swings at Arvak, with a blow that might cut him if his parry doesn't succeed.

Standing ready, I catch his katana with my shortsword, then strike back with the peachwood aiming for his neck to give him a clear view of it. "Son of a PEACH!"


08:39, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 9 using 3d6. Short sword targeting face, effective 16. 08:37,
Today: Arvak Garver rolled 11 using 3d6. Parry effective 18 (oops).
I didn't know what to roll for damage for the practice sword.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 196):

The lycanthrope stumbles back, a look of shock and horror on his face.

[Private to Arvak Garver: as light club: shortsword damage only crushing]

Oly eyes the door and porch to see if they have cleared off of it

11:15, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 7 using 1d6+3. Short sword damage. (Crushing)

[Private to GM: Is his stumbling back his turn or do I still need to wait to swing again?]

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 199):

Monorith backs away, yowling
"Aarg! Peachwood! and throws a hand over his eyes.
[Private to Arvak Garver: proceed]

As I swing again, I yell "DO YOU SURRENDER!?" but the strike is more for show and fear than to cripple him.


18:21, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 12 using 3d6. Short sword (21).
18:22, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 3 (reduced from 7) using 1d6+3. Short sword damage.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 201):

The swordsman takes a knee, and reverses his grip on his sword, pointing it away from Arvak.
"I relent. Withdraw that horrid material, if you would. I cannot
bear it."

Danos grins as the fighter shies away from the practice sword.

"Why man afraid of little stick?"

I walk away and give him some space. "Three down. I doubt the mighty Kalvo himself would be any kind of a match for me."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 205):

"I'll take you on, you little turd. I am not afraid of your stick."

Kalvo nods his head to the man. A largish fellow wearing only a kilt and
boots glares with disgust at the skulking Monirith, and glances up at Haere
on the rooftop.

[Private to Oly: at the moment, Kalvo is still in one doorway looking out, but you should have an opportunity to act as soon as he engages]

"Little?? I'll show you how little I am when you are looking up at me from the floor!! Prepare yourself."
As soon as he readies himself, I will launch forward in anger and attempt to shame this man with a quick defeat.

OOC: Flurry of blows with right (wooden) sword.
10:11, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 12 using 3d6. Metal sword deceptive attack targeting leg (effective 17). Success!
10:12, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 7 using 1d6+3. Metal sword damage.
10:12, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 8 using 3d6. Wooden Sword targeting hand (effective 17). Success!
10:13, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 7 using 1d6+3. Wooden sword hand damage.
10:12, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 13 using 3d6. Wooden sword targeting groin, deceptive attack (effective 16). Success!
10:13, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 5 using 1d6+3. Wooden sword groin damage.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 207):

The big man collapses, his mace dropped, and he clutches his shattered wrist
 and battered testicles, ignoring the gash accross hid torso.

In reply to Pierre (msg # 208):

The big fellow in te kilt spits at the ground.
"Throg no fight with fada. No want fight for Kalvo when all Kalvo's
People are beaten."

I kick the mace away and put a boot in a shoulder to make his back flat on the ground. "Who's small now?" I say quietly to him. Then louder to everyone. "My name is Arvak, remember it. Is there anyone left in Kalvo's crew who's 'not afraid of my stick?' Actually, is there anyone left in Kalvo's crew at all??" I'm grinning widely at the loss of one of Kalvo's healthy members.

Oly slides toward the wall sort of off to the side where he isn't obvious and watches what Kalvo and the rest do...

In reply to Oly (msg # 211):

The large man glares at the barbarian.
"Are you my man still, Throg? If you will not fight this one,
 would you fight that one?"

He points up toward Haere.

When Harry sees Throg emerge he smiles broadly and shouts "Pukepuke! Te iwi pukepuke" before jumping down from the building.  "He no whakarewa he pukepuke."