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Post by AKATSUKI ARASHI on Mar 15, 2011 17:15:19 GMT -5
Thunder erupted from the grass that the troops marched on as the Akatsuki forces mobilized. The clap of hooves on the ground as they arrived first, proud brown and black steeds bred for war feverishly biting with lethal strength into their bits of leather. The grim faces of their riders masked behind coifs and helmets, each rider from time to time reeling on their reigns to discipline their horses. Behind them arrived the foot soldiers a conglomerate ordered with those who carried pikes, those who walked with katanas, and those who carried bows all so skillfully and as if they were part of a ordered machine. From the middle came a man, donned in wrapped armor and a metal helmet, his amber eyes were seemingly lit on fire and his stare fumed ambition. Around him converged an octagon of troops, two cavalry assumed their position in front of him, two ashigaru behind them, two samurai behind them, and at the rear two archers.
As he approached the gate his archers glared for killholes and for assasins, four militia left from the army and quickened their pace to the front, all four blew brass horns and then unrolled a scroll of duel challenge for Aizu.
Troops Mobilized:
- 100 Archers
- 120 Ashigaru
- 150 Samurai (50 Cavalry 100 Normal)
- 30 Militia
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Post by The Judge?? on Mar 15, 2011 21:01:01 GMT -5
The people of the city scurried about in a panic at the sound of the brass horns. They knew all too well what that sound signified, there was an attacking force close by. The people took refuge within their homes, sealing their doors and windows.
Within the castle, seven men sat amongst each other. They were all battle hardened and each one had scars in various places, showing how they have survived battles--or thats what they claimed. At the head of the table the seven sat at, was a man with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail that travels down to the back of his knees. The man was their self-appointed leader, and surprisingly none of the men tried to rise against him and claim the spot. The man's face was irregularly calm and always had a smile on it that would freeze one's soul or make them shudder.
A younger man burst into the room, panting and a bit frantically, informing the seven men of the visitors outside of the gates of the city. The six other men murmured amongst themselves and looked to their 'leader' wondering what he would do. Without a word, the head of the seven bandits stood and walked out of the room, heading towards the gates, the six men immediately accompanying him.
As the man neared the gate, the six bandit generals and their elite guard followed, making sure nothing funny went down. The bandit also had archers along the top of the gates, ready to fire at the signal of their leader. The gates of the city opened slowly with the man behind them atop of his pale white horse. Behind him were the six bandit generals, and behind them their soldiers. The leader smiled as he saw the scroll and rode out slowly with his followers behind him and he spoke calmly, still projecting his voice, "A duel? What is the meaning of you trespassing and demanding a fight?"
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Post by AKATSUKI ARASHI on Mar 15, 2011 21:26:21 GMT -5
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Post by The Judge?? on Mar 15, 2011 21:47:49 GMT -5
The leader of the seven men chuckled at the boy's words. He was a bit thrilled at the sound of the boy's challenge and thought if the was truly someone that would be able to best him. He looked to the men around him, his six generals. They were all men that vied for his position, but feared him enough not to step foot towards him. When the boy finished speaking the leader spoke up, his smooth voice filling the void that the boy left with his challenge, "My my.. That tongue of yours. You use it as though you are one of us. Are you? I have a feeling that.. you are one of our kin."
The pale samurai slowly dismounted his horse and gripped the sheath of his katana. He stood next to his mount with a smile and gestured for the boy to look above them, to where his archers were already poised for action. "Why on earth should I allow you this duel? I don't see it fit to dirty my beautiful blade with your filthy blood. Your words don't cloud my mind nor do they move my blade."
At this one of his side generals, Kibata Toshiie stepped forward, a spear in hand. "Enough of this talk! If this whelp wants to fight so bad, I'll give him one!"
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Post by AKATSUKI ARASHI on Mar 15, 2011 22:12:22 GMT -5
How can I compare myself to bandits, are you suggesting a link between a godsend and a proletariat? Let your land fall under my domain so that education shall brighten the minds of this cesspool. He watched as the man dismounted his horse, his pale disgusting sneer boorish and crass peering at him in admiration of words that were apparently appreciated by vagabonds of the worst nature. You like gambles? why not bet your life? Whoever leaves with their head leaves with the other's troops, land, possessions and honor.
In the middle of the conversation a second man, it appeared to be the first one's comrade stepped forward interjecting himself as his new opponent. He was to say the least dissatisfied with this change up I must fight the subordinate? He sighed but at the same time new it would most likely be an equally hard battle. He saw the man reach for a spear, he snapped and a horse trotted forward lending him an average spear with no redeeming qualities only that it was commensurate to a war weapon standard and the same length as his opponents. Shall we commence then? I shall give you a death higher than what a commoner should experience! His troops backed up but stood in close, these were bandits and he had told his troops that they were likely to cheat in some way and to be ready to slaughter them if they did.
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Post by The Judge?? on Mar 15, 2011 22:44:27 GMT -5
The leader of the bandits, Uesugi Kenchu, listened to his partner and closed his eyes. He nodded to the man and took a step back as Kibata stepped forward. Kibata was a moderate sized man, standing at 5'10" and weighing about 178lbs. He didn't wear any armor on his upper body and wore no shirt, thinking that they would just hinder him.
The man walked out and stood in a ready stance, standing at an angle towards his opponent with his feet shoulder width apart and his knees slightly bent. His rear hand was a few inches from the butt of the spear and his front hand was dead center of the pole. His eyes locked onto his target's and a bloodthirsty grin spread across his face, "Well dog shit?! C'mon!"
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