Unexpected Encounter

[Slim Perfect]

Many have heard of the great Waarne Gharough, who travels the world looking for his father whom he hates so much, and many have attempted to fight him, none ever to succeed.
One such warrior, (YOU, the challenger), wanted to test his might. However, upon her arrival to the said meeting place she came across a much smaller opponent.
Cordienne Groulx, step-brother to Waarne, was sent to cover for him when he came upon a lead and took off to find his father who had killed his youngest brother.
Cordienne, however, had also become widely known, so the disappointment was nullified.
He stood up, unsheathed his scimitar, and asked the warrior.

"What are your intentions?"
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The setting: A lakeside at night. Moon overhead, stars scattered sparatically across the midnight sky. The water is glowing a chalk-white colour from the moonlight, and everything seems to be a silhouette of black and white. The grass beneath your feet is covered in dew, and a dock protrudes out into the river.

[Aerif]

"My intentions?" said a small voice, "To fight at least one of every species and come out victorious..."

The young Elf came out of the shadows of a large oak tree and faced her hulking opponent without a flicker of fear in her face. The terrain was mostly open-spaced and more to the advantage of her opponent. 'Not much cover' she thought as she drew her longbow. She had a plan and was prepared to take the first blow...

[Slim Perfect]

Unlike his brother Waarne, Cordienne was not at all concerned about stalling the violence. He fought much like someone who thought it was a game. His fighting style infuriated Waarne, but he knew why Cordienne was like that. Waarne and Cordienne were not of the same mothers.
Waarne was born of a woman named Rhet Urylle, who was killed by his father when Waarne was only 7 years old. He was unable to do anything about it at the time, and he feared his father, so he lived with him.
Cordienne's mother was named Sanna Groulx, and when Cordienne was 13 his father killed their younger brother, Heddem, who was 10. His father was gone and so was Waarne. He went nuts. The death of his brother caused him to go on a rampage killing everyone he met. When he finally met back up with Waarne, his older brother beat some sense into him. He normally travels with Waarne now, to keep him from losing it again. However, sometimes he is sent to cover for him, as he too is a skilled fighter.

"Oh I see......" he said. "And that is reason enough to fight someone like myself? Don't worry, I won't question you any further, I'm not like Waarne."

At that he began to slowly survey his opponent.

"You're but a little girl? You can't harm me? How do you expect to defeat a grown man in battle?"

[Aerif]

"Maybe you are right... Maybe I am just a little girl who can't defeat a fully grown man, there's nothing left but to prove myself to you" she paused, "Then again... If I was just a little girl, I wouldn't be here, would I?"

"I may just be 15, but I am confident enough in battle to let youy deal the first blow. Go ahead..."

[Slim Perfect]

Cordienne was absolutely dying to strike this proud woman and end her sarcasm with her life. However, Cordienne was not a stupid man, and he was able to hold back, for now anyway. Someone so eager to take the first blow must have a trick up their sleeve.
Cordienne began to strut back and forth with his hands on his hips grinning at the young enchantress before him.

"I am not an ill-educated man, you know? You won't fool me with your deceit. I refuse to strike a still woman, not only because you are so noticably suspicious, but because it is against my morality. Have you watched a powerful man strike down a woman before? Much more, your mother? I refuse...."

[Aerif]

The elven girl smiled and gave a satisfied laugh. "It's your 'I can't hit a girl' attitude which will eventually lead to your downfall Mr. Cordienne"

She aimed the longbow carefully, looking for the headshot and released the srting...

[Slim Perfect]

Cordienne in one foul swipe pulls out his scimitar and slices the arrow straight down the middle.

"Oh, you misunderstand, little girl. I will strike, when threatened. Surely, you have heard about my past? Does it not frighten you?"

He lunged at the girl stopping feet away. He rose his sword above his head, proceeded to thrust it downwards towards the girls head, but stopped, inches away from penetrating her skull. He dropped the raised arm to his side, sword-in-hand.
He brushed the skin on the right side of her face with his pointer finger on his right hand.

"Watch yourself, little girl... We wouldn't want to destroy such beauty, now, would we?"