Let's See What You've Got (Wayward vs. DesiferKnight)

I know I'm a week late for it from when I said I'd post this up, but here it is. I've seen some definite improvements in your abilities since you first started here. That being so, I think a battle with you will be good for me. I'm going to try to give you my best competitive performance. No holding back anything. My character isn't complete just yet, but it should be done pretty soon, since there isn't as much to do with it as I normally have. Feel free to post yours if it's ready, or you can wait until mine is up and then post it. So for now, let me just cover the boring parts, IE the restrictions.

Like I said in out VMs, I don't want to go overboard with magic and stuff. I want this to be evenly matched, and let our skills do the fighting. Magic, if we decide to use any, will be limited to subtle, auxiliary traits skills or abilities, rather than actual powers; I should be able to clarify this with my character sheet. Strength-wise, they should be no stronger than your typically fit human. Let's say professional athlete caliber physical abilities in terms of strength and speed. I figure if we go into that, we'll have maybe two or three "skills to utilize."

Weapons, armor, equipment and such will be restricted to a roughly medieval, with some fantasy flexibilities. To be perfectly clear, guns and such will not be involved in this battle. Be aware that you'll only be allowed so much. The more weight you carry in weapons, armor, and equipment, the more of a burden your character will have in the long run. To make it clear, wielding a sword like Cloud's will be out of the question, since even for the most fit of humans, it would be impossible to wield.

You may designate a setting for the battle.

Basic Information

Name*
Britannia Vulpes*

Nickname
Brit, Night Fox*

Approximate Age
20

Gender
Female*

Species
Human

Homeland
Unknown

Occupation
Bandit/Highway "Man"*

Physical Information

Reference Image

Anime
http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/warrior-princess.jpg

Real Life*
*WIP*

Height
5'6"

Weight
125 *lbs*

Build
Slim and well-tomes figure; resembles something of a gymnast or dancer.*

Physical Attributes
Speedy and superior balance and dexterity. Quick in adjustments *and reflexes.*

Eyes
Almond shaping. Gray-Blue in color.

Hair
Straight, slightly passed shoulder length and tied back in a braided tail. A slightly darkened brown color.

Complexion
Caucasian with mild tanning.*

Voice Sound
Alto range. Mild English-sounding accent.*

Notable Features
Has a fox head tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. Wears an eye mask (much like the markings around a raccoon's eyes).*

Combat Information

Weapons & Equipment

- A metallic Bo staff measuring roughly six feet in length. It's material enables its interior to be hollowed for lighter weight while maintaining durability. Britannia wears a pair of fingerless gloves that act to help her grip the weapon. Primary weapon used for bludgeoning and torture sorts of purposes.*
- A pair of daggers, both with blades measuring about a foot in length.*
- Both hands adorn gauntlets running back to her wrists, bearing claws at the fingers.*
- Carrying four impact smoke bombs. Roughly the size of ping pong balls. Set off by mild impacts such as being thrown against the ground. Carried in a padded satchel to prevent accidental explosions.
- Throwing pins; many tipped with various poisons. Non-lethal effects include serums for leaving foes in a daze, obstructing senses, illness, and long term knockout. Some inject acidic chemicals into their targets. Injection is triggered by way of piercing through the skin. Carries about forty in a pack running down the side of her thigh.​

 

Complexion refers to their skin. Color, texture and such. Anyways, you can decide what our setting for the battle is.

 

Just describe the sort of place where our characters will be battling. Describe any possible obstructions and such. Like are they in a thick forest? On a bustling city street?

 

Whichever you want. It's your call.

 

The sensational of city life was never more evident and powerful in a community than in its market place. The center of commerce was the lifeblood of the city, the vein that kept it living through thick and thin. It was on its streets, and in its back alleys that all levels of society seemed capable of coming together, even if only through the daylight hours, and actually bothering to interact. Merchants, aristocrats, peasants and farmers, and of course beggars and thieves, all managed to make their livings worthwhile at market. Yet it was in such a place where so many people gathered from different places and backgrounds that the most chaos was bound to breakout. Arguments were frequent, and one would be hard pressed to not witness a fight or two breaking out.

It was for these reasons that Britannia Vulpes found herself wandering the streets of the Sparta market place. With a traveler's cloak disguising her as an peasant, she pushed through the jostling crowds. Her left hand held a firm grip upon her metal staff in itself disguised to look far less impressive, which she used as a walking stick to help cement her disguise. Fighting through the jostling crowds, her eyes cut across the street, looking for the right prey for her talons to rip into. It had to be just the right person: someone who, for starters, had a bit of obvious gold on their person, but was also too distracted, and too ignorant to keep a good guard on it.

The task might have taken all day, but to her glee, she managed to spot a wealthier looking young man haggling with a silk dealer over some sort of vest. Perfect, she thought. Stealthily, she edged in closer to the man. Allowing herself to get brushed up even closer by the tightening crowd, inched in, to the point where she was mere inches away from the young man. As she suspected, he was so busy with his haggling that he had left his satchel of gold completely unattended. With the same stealth, and an even greater amount of grace, she dislodged the satchel from its place tucked in the man's belt before she slipped back into the crowd. Too easy, she mused as she gazed at her sizable picking.​

 

From the center of the street, Britannia cut across the river of people, narrowly evading the fate of being washed away by several mobs of ravenous bargain hunters. Reaching the side of the street opposite of her recent picking, she stowed away in a dead end back alley. There, crates and boxes of varying sizes surrounded her; she only assumed that the contents of said boxes would prove to be of a wider array of items, possibly of reasonable value. She made a mental note to check as many as she could before she left, assuming she had the time before the city patrol caught her trail.

For the moment though, she untied the string that held the small pouch of gold closed. She wasn’t so foolish as to empty its contents all over the place for the sake of counting her winnings, of course. But a single, good, calculating look into the pouch told her that she’d have plenty to get by for the time being. If she found the right places, she’d be able to last about a month on the gold she had snatched…. More than enough time to find another busy market. “Well,” she said, “I guess I can call it day.”​

 

"Oh?" Britannia glanced around over her shoulder. From the corner of her eye, she saw the younger girl making her way out of the alley, into the small, courtyard-like area piled high with crates. She had to be no older than fourteen, maybe fifteen. She was a small thing, especially to be going around making threats to such people as Britannia. A threat? Most likely not to Brit. She could most likely overpower the little one with one good blow; that was, assuming she couldn't take a hit. Still, Brit saw that an opportunity was on the cusp of her life... and employment opportunity, and Britannia was the employer.

The thief turned around completely, leaving her pouch of gold behind her. The pouch held up by the girl was a markedly larger size than the one she had slipped out from the man's belt. If that were added to what she already had, she'd be able to go a few months without worrying about money. "Well aren't you the cute little firework," she said. "That's some haul you've got there. I'd love to have it." She paused, and whipped off her traveling cloak. "But why give up what I've already worked so intelligently, so carefully to attain for it when I can, so easily have both? I think I'll just take yours as well then.​

 

[insert]Britannia's face illuminated with a striking and threatening smile at the small puff of smoke that emerged in front of her. It was an expression of a pleasantly surprised mindset; surprised, though *no stretch of the imagination taken aback. Had the girl used the tactic before confronting her, then it would have served its purpose, and done well at it. But having**used the startling effects of smoke screens to great extent in her endeavors over the years, Britannia maintained her composure in facing it head on.*

Dropping her staff to the ground, she removed a dagger from her waist. While her enemy was airborne, she took a small liberty in anticipation; that of cutting through her sack of stolen gold. It was only a small cut, though just large enough that it would allow some gold to escape it. As the girl ran off, small amounts of the good trickles out. From the streets, the sounds of the city guard rang true. Britannia's previous victim had reported the theft, and the girl's smoke was enough to signal them towards the alley.*

She picked her staff from he ground, and sheathed her dagger. Then, she took the larger bag of gold led as her "reward" and stowed it into the opposite corner of the alley square, behind a set of crates that seemed less likely to be moved or taken out soon. The guards would follow the little trail of fallen good pieces, away from the bag, and towards the girl... And she, Britannia, would be there to take her prize. Scaling the crates up to the rooftops with a similar grace as her new prey, she pursued.[/insert]

 

((My time here is short. The sooner we can make this a real battle, the better. I don't want to play cat and mouse)).*

Britannia's pace remained at a leisurely jog as she followed the girl's trail. The gold coins had fallen from the bag*in a nearly perfect manner; so she was left a decent trail with which to track the path her query had taken from the alleyway. But eventually, and inevitably, this trail grew sparse as the gold left to fall from the hole in the bag diminished. She followed, carefully spying the rooftops and ground below for the small glittering shimmers of gold to lead her way. This, she did until it became clear that there was no longer a trail to follow.

She might have had to give up the pursuit. However, there was ready plenty of commotion on the city streets to guide her way further. Crowds of people were parting like tall grasses moved by a hiker as the city's guard chased after Brit's prey. She used this as her new guide, following the armed and armored troops from a short distance away. Their path brought her to the edge of the city, where the urban structures neighbored an ever thickening forest.*

The *nearest tree was within a short jump of the last roof. With ease, the bandit bounded from rooftop to tree branch. On the forest floor the city guard were scattering, not out of fear or defeat, but to more efficiently capture the "thief" they were after. Brit smirked a this; they had no clue she was even around, and much less that they should have been chasing her about the stolen gold and the commotion in the alleyway. The more pressure on her opponent, the easier it would be for Brit to do what she needed to do.*

Quietly, quickly, and beyond that cautiously, she moved down the branch towards the trunk of her tree. She checked around by sticking her staff over to the other side of the trunk. There was no pull or motion from the other side, so she brought the staff back. Looking to her opposite side she stepped up to a nearby, slightly higher branch. She was after someone small, speedy and nimble. They could be anywhere in the cover of the treetops. And if the guards found Brit before they found the small girl, she'd be the one with dozens of people to fight off. She'd have to flush out her opponent before then.​

 

A sound echoed through the forest and into Brit's ever-vigilant ears. It was a familiar sound to her, as one who had spent much time in the woods. Wood *being pulled from it's place and falling down. In this case, judging by the distinguishable volume, it was*a fall straight down to the forest floor. Then came a second familiar sound, one which the bandit was accustomed to out of her trade alone: a loud holler from an authority figure. The city guards had been drawn to the falling of the wood to the ground. And by the tone of voice, they had caught the young girl's trail, and had given pursuit for real.*

The hunch proved correct when, from her perch, Britannia spotted the girl running through the forest in her direction. Halting on spot, the bandit slunk back into what cover was offered by a veil of brush hanging from a branch above. Still, the girl had seen her in time, and called out for her to help against the guards. But the guards were clueless to her presence. Their focus was set and undivided upon the first person they had found and didn't even notice another in their midst.*

This ignorance remained with them as they made their way to the castle walls where they'd inevitably has the girl cornered. Britannia was able to scamper about the trees towards the same destination. There she stood at a branch that could see with clarity the scene unfolding. The girl would be apprehended if she couldn't defend herself. If she were to look to Brit, she would see no desire to help. Just a curiosity, and a smug sneer that would seem to say "show me you're worth helping. Show me that you've got it in you to fight for yourself."​