Dragonlover: "You are a monster that cheated that day! But today... you're going down." With a roar, Verbosk charges his opponent on the field of battle at Mount Yasuo, that spear aimed directly forward.
LordTravanix: ::The dark warrior turned to the side, allowing the spear to slip past before bringing his hand down against it to break it in two.:: Pathetic, welp.
Dragonlover: With a hiss Verbosk wheels around, now bearing the ends of the staff like a pair of short swords.
LordTravanix: ::The metal blade whipped around, going for the muscles in his left arm::
Dragonlover: Verbosk ducks under the blade, then whips his tail around, targetting Trav's knees.
LordTravanix: ::Down he goes, knees buckling under him.::
Dragonlover: Verbosk leers over him, then begins to raise the spear-point over his head, like Van Helsing killing Dracula.
LordTravanix: ::He smirked.:: What are you waiting for...Hmm? Is your *honor* holding you back? ::His blade came around smacking his weapon away, clearing a path to do a flip kick into his chest while he was getting up off the ground::
Dragonlover: With a grunt, Verbosk is flung off of Travanix... but not without a set of nasty foot talons digging into skin during the fly back. The draconian keeps a hold of the club in his right hand, talons outstretched in the other. With a roar, he jumps up and sails over Travanix, attempting to hit him in the back of the head.
LordTravanix: ::He rolls out of the way, blocking with his blade the claws. As he rolls out of the way, he swelled out a kick aiming for his knee cap::
Dragonlover: With a roar, Verbosk breaks his trajectory and lands hard on his shoulder. "Ahhh!"
Dragonlover: With a flurry of wings and talons, his cool starting to loosen, Verbosk whips his left hand around as he wheels back to his feet.
LordTravanix: ::He stepps back, easily avoiding the clumsy assault. He slipped to the side, his leg arching up to do a roundhouse to his back::
Dragonlover: Okay. That's the last straw. You get close to his wings... and all hell breaks loose. As the kick is planted right between the shoulders, Verbosk roars and throws the club hard at Travanix's head.
LordTravanix: ::And the club lands right in the middle of his forehead, sending him back a few paces::
Dragonlover: He stands up, talons spread wide at his sides, and he hisses a primitive challenge at Trav.
LordTravanix: ::He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs before he does a sweep to send the welp back to the floor::
Dragonlover: Verbosk steps to the side, pivoting on his left foot, then tries to dig talons through Travs spine.
LordTravanix: GAH! ::He moans as the talons are dug in::
Dragonlover: Verbosk comes around to face Trav again, talons spread out at his sides. He hisses again.
LordTravanix: ::He arches and twists his back as he adjusts to the holes, and begins to chuckle slightly before he brings the blade down to take after his arm.::
Dragonlover: Verbosk just manages to get his arm out of the way with a tail whip at Trav's side, avoiding the blade from hewing his arm completely off. But, scales are shaved, betraying black skin underneath that is bleeding purple blood.
Dragonlover: And then, POW. Backside kick at Trav's gut.
LordTravanix: ::He bends easily to avoid the kick, shifting his weight before flipping backwards, but not before catching him under the chin with a kick::
Dragonlover: "Oomph!" The watchman is kicked and lands hard on his back. Bending his legs into his chest, Verbosk lifts himself with the momentum of his legs, then tries to plant outstretched talons into Trav's right side, piercing his lung should it land right.
LordTravanix: ::The claws pierced his flesh, but not enough to go into his lungs...barely. He growled out in pain, his eyes becoming a blood red glow. One hand shot out, his fingertips glowing for a brief second before an arch of black lightning shot towards the fool.::
Dragonlover: Verbosk pivoted to the side, tearing out flesh as he goes. He again whips the tail around, this time aiming for Trav's knee.
LordTravanix: ::He slips to the side, avoiding the tail with his leg, but reaching out with his charged hand to grasp it, and send the electricity straight into him.::
Dragonlover: Verbosk, seeing his tail missed, twirls to the side and dodges the lightning attack. He attempts another spinal tap with his talons.
LordTravanix: ::His spine is again attacked, the claws piercing then departing, the back of his uniform covered in his own blood. He winced and exhaled deeply, his eyes still blood red as he moved to take a back swipe with the katanna at the arm of the attacker.::
Dragonlover: He roars and recoils, holding a bicep with his free hand. Purple blood is pouring from the wound. The draconian is damn lucky he didn't lose the arm. He growls, then charges Trav with as much speed as he can muster, maw opened wide, and he pulls out his secret trick: Fire pours out, coming toward Travanix.
LordTravanix: ::The Dark Side flows through him, his hand reaching out to take the energy from the fire that poured out, he side stepped the rush, bring the katanna down upon the tail of the Watch officer.::
Dragonlover: The tail moves out of the way, and Verbosk attempts to land an uppercut on Trav's chin.
LordTravanix: ::He bends back, twisting to avoid the upper cut, going now for his exposed gut with a rabbit punch!::
Dragonlover: Verbosk twists to the side, and tries to land a left hook on Trav's cheek.
LordTravanix: ::He barely has time to move out of the way for the next assault to his head before deciding to bring his knee up into the chest of the dragon-kin::
Dragonlover: The air is knocked right out of him, and the watchman's knees buckle. He is starting to lose strength... but that warriors discipline always wins through. He bites at Trav's thigh.
LordTravanix: ::This time, the knee is brought up under the chin, just as he was trying to bite his leg.::
Dragonlover: Verbosk lies sprawling on his back from the chin strike. From his spot on the ground, he tries to plant a kick in the fork of Trav's legs. Sure, it's down low and unfair, but what choice does he have now?
LordTravanix: ::The impact is sharp, his body recoils as he steps back a pace. But he doesn't rest long, before jumping into the air, driving himself feet first towards the chest of his victim.::
Dragonlover: Verbosk cannot get out of the way in time. Ribs break, breath is wheezy, blood is being coughed up. But he still has fight left. He tries to bite Travs foot.
LordTravanix: ::He howls out, just as loud as the dragon-kin had, the pain intense, his foot covered in his own blood. The other booted foot makes a swift kick to his head while he's down.::
Dragonlover: Verbosk head moves away from the booted foot as Verbosk grabs Travs leg and attempts to hurl him off with whatever strength he has left into a nearby pillar.
LordTravanix: ::His body slams violently against a piller, the katanna falling to the ground. He shook his head once more to clear the cob webs. Behind him the ground rumbled as the piller was ripped from the ground without him actually touching it, and it was launched like a rocket towards Verbosk!::
Dragonlover: Verbosk manages to roll out of the way. Drawing his slingshot and loading it with a rock, he aims and fires at Trav's eye.
LordTravanix: ::The rock in the eye sends him stumbling back, more out of shock then pain. Still hurt though. He growls harshly.:: You foul little beast. I should have cut your head off our first encounter! ::This time, the air begins to chill more, becoming constricting. Lighning flashes violently over head for a moment, but no clouds have formed! Swirls of black and blue begin to form, starting small and building. His arms reach out as if to control it: A force storm has been born! Its Target: Verbosk!::
Dragonlover: Verbosk cannot easily dodge a Force attack... but he sure as hell can endure it! He runs through and launches another stone at Trav!
LordTravanix: ::The storm now running lose on the battlefield, but not at useful at this moment. He released his control, not caring where it goes and launches himself at Verbosk, his leg leading the charge in a leap kick!::
Dragonlover: Oh, Verbosk just had to lose focus that one moment. His eyes blurred as the adrenaline wears. By the time he comes to, that foot is planted right in his chest, and, as if in slow motion, Verbosk is flung backward and he lands, limply, on the ground, the slingshot lying near his hand. Travanix victory.
LordTravanix: ::He hurts, the Dark Side has managed to contain most of the lost blood, but he's still injured.:: You put up a "fair" fight, officer. Your honor let you down, and as such, you will live long enough to watch me destroy everyone and everything on this mount. ::He motioned to two guards to come take him away, binding him in chains.:: And then...I will kill you. ::He laughed as he moved towards one of the officers.::
Dragonlover: The draconian groans as the ringleader of the Resistance, spy within Travanix's walls, is carried away.