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It was enjoyable to have fought here! I'll drop by again sometime. The thread is now closed.

I've increased the time limit to 72 hours. If there are no more opponents by the end of the month I'll close the thread.

Catskull's blade had moved from six o'clock to nine o'clock to twelve, his timing adept. He was about to pivot on the ball of his foot to boot out his opponent's other foot, but the hooksword clattered fiercely against his guard, harder than Catskull had been prepared to easily account for. His...

@Mankest.Dedes It was said of the swordsman Catskull Maclung that he knew his blade as well as his body and his body as well as his blade. Just as he knew to hold his dick when he pissed, he knew to hold the ricasso. From anus to forte he knew the effective function of each part of his weapon...

@Mankest.Dedes Catskull wanted to provoke the Butcher into attacking, as expected, but his plan had been a bit more specific than that. He'd been anticipating his opponent's own next move, and the reason he'd met shields was so he could feel the motion beginning with the Butcher's next attack...

Despite the Butcher's patience, Catskull didn't hesitate. The only alteration he made to his strategy was to flip his left hand into a reverse grip, besides that his guard was visually the same as before. He'd cover the distance with sure footing and a low center of gravity, and were the...

@Mankest.Dedes When the rim of the hoplon forced the point of the Dane sword off course, suddenly the pressure receded, like the tide going out. Catskull recoiled almost as a mongoose would from a snake, and slipped backwards out of measure and the potentially unmanageable reach of any monster...

@Mankest.Dedes It happened so fast, like the merciless orchestration of a head on collision on a freeway, but with such precision and efficiency of motion that it was almost machinelike. His glare contemptuous of the sparks, Catskull stepped forwards and off center with his rear left leg while...

@Mankest.Dedes Catskull did not bow back. Seeing the vulgar display had changed his temperament from cool to arctic. He glared icicles at the brute, shifting his grip on the Dane sword and assuming an unorthodox side stance. He now held the upmost portion of the ricasso with a right overhand...

I posted.

(First Fight Resolution) Catskull drifted back, putting space between him and his opponent. This seemed like an honest, good man of reputable birth and current worth, and thus Catskull wanted to first gauge the fellow's reaction to losing a body part before pushing any further. It would tarnish...

I'll post first, that I will

Oh and I just made the rules a tad more defined. Read them over again when it's convenient!

Bueno, you know where to drop your character sheet I presume. I'm looking forward it!

The first fight has reached its conclusion, and so I should like to face a second challenger. My character has taken no damage so far. Remember that you may choose to fight armed or unarmed with whichever martial art you're most comfortable with.

(My opponent has conceded over PM.)

Name: Flopscott O'Cacalot Flarpflipper Age: 9 Gender: Male Species: Archer Fish Appearance: A chubby young lad with a powerful tail and the ability to spit water like a supersoaker. He has a green Mohawk. Personality: Scottflop is a brash and adventurous merboy who is utterly without shame...

@Thanny As Stipho moved into measure Catskull slid his right hand down towards the pommel, creating a space between his hands on the hilt as he continued his swift, controlled advance. He hadn't seen any langets on the spear, and as he'd taken notice of the way the man held his weapon earlier...

Great!

@Thanny Catskull huffed and sized the man up with a quick glance, in particular taking note of the way he gripped his spear. "Thou hast found thy man, but nary shall ye' find a 'good fight' so much as a dreary place for dying. Prithee speak no more, for nothing more needs to said, O wandering...