( .. Waa, I'm so done with school it can go bite my butt >:( )
( Ughh- please excuse me I'm just so tired of it tbh.. If you feel as if we should drop this because of what I did, please please tell me I don't want to force this back on you QwQ )
( Currently I'm in the "final stretch" last two weeks of work, so I'm finally able to come back and actually do stuff www )
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( This is for if you're still interested- I kowtow once more for forgiveness my life is a mess rn rip- m(_ _)m )
( So I was thinking that we'd give them today and one more day to get used to each other a little bit, and then do the whole "someone ambushed our camp oh frick ohfri-" So they're probably still a bit awkward, but are forced to put their differences aside and work together with much more urgency than before? )
( I'm still trying to brainstorm things they could do the next day, but I'm trying to make it so it hints to the upcoming attack lol- )
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( Okay okay last bit- I gave some opening for Nikolas to win, though Eirlys will probably hold up with a few hits before grabbing (or at least attempting to because if you want Nik to play a bit dirty- after all, Eirlys is too lmao- he can kick the sword away but whatever you want xD) his sword again, though much weaker because of his mistake. )
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The fight dragged on, much to Eirly's surprise. Nikolas had a notable wealth of stamina, and although some of his hits weren't exactly the right force, the positions and where they aimed for had interesting thought processes behind them. Perhaps he would have to study the prince's style a bit more when he retired to his tent.
Eirlys exhaled sharply as a particular hit blew him back, the force seeming to reverberate in his sword. Stumbling, he caught himself before anything too bad befell him. Still, it knocked him off balance enough for the sword to slip through his gloves and fall with a soft thump on the sandy ground beside him.
Ah, shoot.
(ha oof)
(It's alright! I once waited like three months for somebody, so it's totally fine, Vergaan)
(ooh that's rough, man)
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(like i said, tis fine)
(yeah, sounds perfect!)
(lol same)
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(Alright cool)
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Nik grinned wolfishly as Eirlys fell to the ground. Finally. He thought to himself, taking a step forward. The issue was, he had retreated a bit to catch a breath, and his movements were slowed by the weak left leg, so he was unsure of whether or not he would reach Eirlys before the rival prince could get up.
Nevertheless, he made the attempt, coming closer with his wooden sword coming down towards the other prince.
( Aaa ;w; Thank you so so much for understanding! I can't quite say confidently that something like this won't happen again because of my circumstances, but I'll try my best >< )
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Cursing himself quietly for his mistake, Eirlys pushed off the ground with his hands- before getting forced back down onto his knees. He grunted, arms barred together to block the sword.
"No room for a breather, huh?" He grimaced, straining against the weight Nikolas put against the wood.
(it's fine!)
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Nik laughed a little bit. "Of course not." He replied, leaning his weight into his sword. His left leg gave another twinge, and he pulled away, standing with it stuff and unbent. He didn't want it giving way just yet. Or at all, really. Not if he could help it.
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"Urhk.." Feeling backed into a corner, there was nothing much Eirlys could do but hold out as long as he could. He could feel the wood digging into his arms. That's gotta leave bruises later. The second Nikolas pulled off- He'd sensed the awkwardness this position put his wounded leg in, but the harm was already done- Eirlys threw himself toward his sword, grabbing it and rolling away.
By habit, he immediately worked the magic through his arms, comforted by the momentary relief of pain. The magic calmed him down and allowed him to focus once more, though Eirlys knew the slip up had cost him. Panting for breath, he lifted his sword and fixed his stance, wondering how long this match had lasted. It seemed the soldiers had already begun to trickle out of the cafeteria.
"Let's end this soon. I'm getting hungry." Eirlys murmured nonchalantly.
He huffed out a laugh at Eirlys's words, cracking his neck a little bit. "Ah, then come and get me." he gestured with his hands, panting. His leg didn't have the strength to pull him forward, so he had to wait for Eirlys to come and get him. At this point, he knew he would most likely lose, as he had been unable to end it early enough.
But damn, he was still going to put up a hell of a fight, if he had to lose this.
( While I'm writing and brainstorming future events (Slowly working on my kingdom's history because I want to play around with it tbh) , "It's Not Like I Like You" is playing in my head xDD Ripp can't wait to write tsundere Eirlys )
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Eirlys spat on the ground beside him, readying himself to attack. Closing distance in mere seconds, he went straight for the stomach, attempting to land a hit while Nikolas was weakened. Of course, he wasn't in his best form right now, but by negating the discomfort with his magic, Eirlys could still pack quite the punch.
(nice! Oofff haha)
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Nik grunted as he managed to bring his sword up and block the blow, stumbling back. His leg shot pain up his side, and he grimaced, stumbling and giving ground, stepping back and trying to regain his footing again, trying not to go tumbling backwards.
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Eirlys pushed on, refusing to let Nikolas back away so long he had the strength to. Perhaps it was a bit messy of him, but this match had dragged on much longer than he'd anticipated. Although his hits were much weaker than before, he managed to land a few.
"Tired already?" Eirlys managed, aiming for the same spots he'd hit before.
Nik didn't bother responding, and finally stopped giving ground as his leg nearly gave out from underneath him. The strain was becoming obvious in the way he was holding himself, leaning heavily to his right to try and keep the weight off of the weaker leg, trying not to fall.
( Should we just do one final push from both sides and have.. Who should win xDD )
( I know we agreed with "go with the flow" but tbh seems like they're both gonna lose lmao )
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Just.. A bit more..
He was pushing it. Eirlys didn't use his powers to its full potential when friendly sparring because he thought it'd be more fair to his comrades. But Nikolas was truly something else. What a monster. He thought, wondering how in the world Nikolas managed to hit this hard in a weakened state. At a missed hit, Eirlys faltered, staggering back. A particularly harsh stroke had made his vision blur, and he lost his grip on his powers. It was just a second- but that was enough for him to fall onto his knees, gasping for breath.
(I think Eirlys should win, just because it'll piss Nikolas off lmao)
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Nik gave a grim smile, pushing forward to try and get Eirlys down again, trying to get him defeated before his knee gave out. But when he took a step, his knee buckled beneath him, and he was down on one knee, grimacing and trying to stand again. But he had pushed too far and it refused to move, refused to hold any more weight. He swallowed hard.
( lol, I can't exactly disagree because I want to see it too xDD )
( Errol must be looking at them and facepalming www "These idiots have been going on for so long, I have to train too :77 )
( Looking at how this fight went, I think it'd be safe to assume that Nikolas is stronger than Eirlys if Eirlys weren't using his powers :'0 )
( Mm, I thought a bit about what would happen after this. So, maybe instead of an official handshake, Eirlys can help Nikolas up with that hand? I thought it'd flow smoother like that lol. After that, um.. Maybe the kings can come out to check up on the ruckus cause apparently the soldiers that had come out on the field got to see this fight- just so that we could have some inner conflict later- for example, Eirlys getting pulled aside by his father later and disciplined because he was weak and needed more training shown apparent by this spar lolol )
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"Well, this is awkward." Eirlys commented, stabbing the sword into the ground and pulling himself up using its weight. It took a moment to stabilize, though the pounding in his head remained consistent. It'd disappear after he let go of his powers, but that'd have to wait. He calmly stepped up to Nikolas, and laid the blade on his shoulder.
"You lost."
(XD)
(nah Errol's a medic)
(Yeah definitely)
(sure, sounds good!)
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Nikolas growled at that, glaring up at Eirlys. "Next time, darling." he replied in a teasing but tired voice. He tossed his wooden sword aside, trying to get his leg under him to go and get his cane again. Fuck. I pushed this way too hard. He thought, gritting his teeth as sparking jolts of pain shot up his leg, up his body.
