Poster: King Peter O'Neill
Post # 2
gave a heads up in surprise but was quick to his feet. He had not
expected to be called considering the expertise of those here already.
The three kingsmen alone and even above them, one of the kings.
"Yes, Sire," knowing exactly what he meant but his serious
expression gave nothing away. His physical appearance gave nothing away.
There was a passing glance upon Lazare and almost a knowing smile to
show. Fleeting as he was back to the serious expression as he first
unbuckled the sheathed empowered sword to exchange it for his other,
normal everyday one. Still finely crafted and only fair. From there he
was out to the field in the spot Vincent had been. Sleek smooth motion
of hand drew out the sword as it had its own song in the freedom of
sheathing. He was poised, sword at a slight angle tipped over his left
shoulder, feet slightly apart. Stance of a well honed swordsman.
Segan sat up as the next was to test his brother. He noticed that it
wasn't a grueling workout inasmuch to see what skills his brother had.
He was proud that what Eion did possess was shinning through in
spite of his recent ordeal.
Vincent had started off the field but when he saw who would take
Trevor's place, he backstepped. He didn't turn to Eion, he only spoke
low. "Remember what I said about outskilled? Watch your
balance." There were no words of advice that might prepare the man,
and though Vincent had not used more than what the sword would provide,
Peter would not have sent Gabriel to the field if the King didn't
believe the Quinn man needed to know there was more...out there. He
dipped his head in respect to Vaughn as he passed him, turned a final
look back to Eion, then continued off the field.
Karl collected his wife to his side, pleased she was able to make it.
Together they stood, as they did in life, and watched.
Peter knew that Vincent had held far off from his true skills, as it
should be. Surprises should come gradual. First Gabriel who's more a one
man ability then on to Lazare and Trevor whose skills were widespread
over an army than only one on one. Each would be reserved in this but it
was more to give Eion a good idea of what these lands held.
He thumped his fist to his chest, over his heart, in a salute to Sir
Vincent as the man moved away. Swiping sweat from his brow, he saw the
switch being made and then heard Vincent. A lift of a brow and he was
watching as Sir Gabriel moved forward and took up a stance. He was
frowning slightly as he cut a glance toward Segan and then, toward the
trees though he wasn't certain why he had done so. "Sir
Gabriel." He inclined his head slightly as he took his place
opposite, sword held at the ready. He was more than a little curious at
what exactly was going on.
"Eion," being there was not a title go to with his name,
though cordially spoken. He was quick on his feet, moving forward as he
cut a parry with his sword that would have Eion retaliate. One he could
easily meet after how he saw him respond with Vincent. He knew what
Peter wanted of him more so than the display of his swordsmanship, of
that he possessed though better an aerial archer. He cut in and cut
back, still moving in a way Eion would have to go on the offense.
Perhaps this time to test that part of his skills.
Eion had often gone on the attack immediately but at those times, it was
not so much one on one as cut, slash and keep moving. He realized what
Gabriel was doing and moved in, delivering his own series of blows
though not as wildly as he might fight on the field. This was an attempt
to keep Gabriel moving, keep him defending. Though he didn't have the
strength to push him back physically, he was attempting to do so with
He was doing exactly what Gabriel wanted him to do, set him up to do.
The element of surprise which Peter spoke on came in a spread of black
wings, good twenty-two feet across. The red patches on the shoulders
flared like fire with the sunset, something Vincent would appreciate and
the next, something Lazare would appreciate. Tips arched upwards as he
parried the sword back and fort as needed, sometimes a blow was met with
the strength of a two hand grip, sometimes one. The wings seemed to act
independently behind him as if Gabriel was not aware of what Eion would
be witnessing. The curving draw down that would gain him lift would be a
good gust wall that would push forward down on Eion as it pushed Gabriel
up into the air. Pitched him up so fast for the push, he rolled with it,
body tucking wings as well until he landed behind the man, the wings
disappearing once his feet hit solid ground again, sword at the ready.
He didn't pursue the advantage however, for it was the surprise that
Peter wanted him to demonstrate. The time with Lazare, it had been by
accident though brought on by his use of wind against him. Since then he
had worked with this new skill to perfect it. Though, he didn't hook his
arm with Eion and take him for a flight either. That could be done with
an enemy and drop him from above like seagulls did with clams.
Eion would not be the only one surprised as Segan shot to his feet, eyes
wide and almost speechless until he managed out, "he has wings. A
man with wings." He had seen some very odd creatures on his
adventures and some of them were winged but not a man like Gabriel for
up until now he seemed like any other.
Conor's surprise was so that he thrust forward, running from the cover
of trees toward the field on his way to Eion's defense. He skidded to a
halt, backing away, remembering that this was not an assault, but a test
of skill, and Eion's life was not truly in danger. He continued backing
away, away, away, until he stood on the sidelines with the rest of the
spectators and Segan. His impulsive act caused him a bit of
embarrassment, quite a bit, but the deed was done, he could only stand
and wait now for the outcome of his actions and Eion's fate.
Wait until they find out this is the man seeing their sister Melantha!
It was when those wings appeared that he suddenly understood the need
for balance. He nearly stumbled in surprise when those wings appeared
but quickly caught himself and, didn't back away from the man. He held
his own until Gabriel leapt into the air. Using the force of the wind,
he hit the ground, rolled and came up quickly, sword held up and ready
though it took a second or two to see where the man was. He just stared
for a long moment, even though the wings were gone. It registered that
he held yelled out a few curse words in his mother tongue but he wasn't
in the least bit concerned with that. Oh, that'll go over well!
He sheathed his sword, swinging it down and into its scabbard in one
fluid motion. How the man did would not be his judgment but that of the
kings watching him. He had become aware of the other when in the air. He
had been impressed with the roll, going with the thrust of air than
trying to fight it and end up flat on his back. A few steps towards Eion
once he realized he was behind him when he turned. "It was my honor
to be part of your testing. I would ask a boon that I might speak with
you privately another time convenient." Eion was the oldest brother
and it would be proper.
Segan relaxed once the initial surprise passed. A hand coming to Conor's
shoulder as he'd been quick to run out of his hiding to save his
brother. There was pride in that, hopefully saw it for what it was,
blood as thick as the centuries.
Honeee had come to deliver a message. A personal one as the young lad
that had been standing with them raced off. "I will see you later
in our quarters." Not a question. Not a demand. It was an
invitation. With that she slipped from his side. The light passing of
fingertips along his arm before she was gone. What she got to witness,
impressed her but soon it would be for the men alone.
Karl leaned down to kiss his wife, a touch of lips to her forehead.
"I will not be long."
He wasn't sure he trusted himself to speak at the moment but he give a
quick nod, saluting Gabriel as he had Sir Vincent. He glanced toward the
benches, saw Conor there with Segan, and gave them a quick nod. He was
going to be doing some major drinking when this was all done.
Peter was glad Karl was here for this man would become one of his in
what area he chose. Eion had done well as now he would be aware of gifts
beyond the norm. "Sir Lazare, if you would be kind enough to go a
round with Eion. Swords or hand to hand, that which inspires you."
Knowing that any of the kingsmen would only show enough to make the
other aware of their particular element. It may turn out that Eion had
abilities not of the norm and if so, this was the best place to hone and
Gabriel saluted him in turn, "I will be by the manor within a day
or two." That was all that needed to be said as he evacuated the
field so another could step forward.
No sword then? "Absolutely." Lazare unstrapped his sword, and
placed it aside. He left his daggers next to it, but kept his two short
swords. Each hand gave the shorter blade in it a spin and he walked
across the field. Spin of right held sword. Spin of left held sword. A
push of wind against the chest of his opponent to check his stance.
"It's all smooth sailing after Vaughn, Quinn." Lazare laughed,
noting the footing the man had gained to prepare himself for this
confrontation. Eion was definitely ready. Lazare as well. A final twirl
of blades and he lunged in, both swords coming down in a crossed arch
before him to make contact with Eion's single blade.
"Is it?" He managed a brief smile in return, "Sir Lazare."
He was ready though, again it had been a long time since he had fought
against a man using two swords. That man had been his friend, Henry. He
hadn't moved as quickly as Lazare however, and he brought his sword up
just as his two blades made contact. He turned, twisting his blade and
moved backward away from Lazare as soon as he faced him again.
"Smooth sailing on rapids?" Panted out.
A swirl of wind circled around them, cocooning them in the vortex of it.
A cooling, refreshing bath of breeze for the most part. Eion was hot,
pressing exhaustion's limits, and Lazare knew it. A mini wind funnel was
in order but from where it came....? A stomp of extended foot straight
ahead of him and that down-pound of crossed blades, once, twice and then
Lazare pitched to the side, swirling like the wind itself to carve
toward the man's left ribs.
Conor remained where he was, muttering words that no one would hear,
thank the stars.
That wind was welcomed but no less surprising then the wings though he
wasn't certain if it came from Lazare or another source. He blocked the
first blow, the second and twisted to catch the third and felt the
blades slip along his, as he overextended himself. Flinching, he waited
for the burning that signaled the cutting of skin but he wouldn't stop
even if cut and tried to use Lazare's momentum to move himself away.
Segan gave a low whistle under his breath followed by a few words only
Conor would hear standing so close. "I think those stories were
short of the truth," and they had been thought to be embellished.
The man's reflexes were good and Eion managed to move away from Lazare's
slicing blow. The few inches he failed to gain, Lazare pulled back
slightly from his mark. "There are always..." The right sword
circled around Lazare's shoulder and started down. "rocks along the
way..." Left following close behind on the other side, a windmill's
motion of dual blades. "...unfortunately." The Quinn man's
defenses were excellent, even with his weakened state. He moved them in
a circle so he could look to the sidelines, a slow nod of approval
toward the two other King's Men standing there, perhaps even for another
Peter motioned to Trevor to advance on the field as Lazare had tested,
without overtaxing, the man. It was in his favor that he had lasted this
long, stamina was important even if they were holding back.
He nodded as he stepped back, watching the whirl of those blades. The
man was unbelievably fast. He eyed Trevor briefly, holding up a single
finger. "I'd like ... a bit of water if you don't mind." Not a
lot. He didn't need to make himself sick. And if permission was given,
he'd head to the water barrel, giving both his brothers a look.