(1874-01-15) d'Korbina Tourney - Duels - Helena & Wulfred
d'Korbina Tourney - Duels - Helena & Wulfred
Summary: Helena & Wulfred face off in a tourney duel
Date: 15th jan 2018
Related: dkorbinatourney74
NPCs: None
Players:
Helena  Wulfred  

Burnished Spur camp, Hellsmouth County Tourney
A couple of camp fires ensure a certain amount of warmth, and more than a few tents provide some measure of comfort for those who haven't been able to find lodgings. There's even a makeshift bar made from a couple of barrels and a couple of planks.
jan 15th 1874

Having won a couple of events, Wulfred is making do at a makeshift gathering of fellow Galenthians, beer and wine is flowing, squires are moving about serving their betters. A couple of camp fires ensure a certain amount of warmth, and more than a few tents provide some measure of comfort for those who haven't been able to find lodgings. There's even a makeshift bar made from a couple of barrels and a couple of planks, and there amidst it all is Sir Wulfred. Tournament marksman and calf-chaser! Raising a tankard to each and all, the bearded Lord grins broadly and proposes a toast, "To Galenthia! May one of our own lay claim to Champion! And to the Viscount Ludovic d'Korbina! A fine man and a damned fine host!" And all about cheers erupt!

"Wulfred!" The sound of that name spoken out cuts through the night like a sharp blade, though, more to get the man's attention than anything else. "I challenge you to a duel." She says with a smirk, wearing a long black overcoat with a hardened leather pauldron over her left shoulder, and leather gloves on her hands. A pair of riding pants and riding boots complete Helena’s little ensemble. Though, the tourney save curved blade that rests in her shoulder should be enough to discern her meaning for being here… and booze… there's booze too.

Wulfred upon hearing the challenge grins broadly and raises his tankard to the approaching Helena, "Oh do you now my dear!" The words tinged with equal amount smirk as merriment, "Well I accept your challenge!" The acceptance followed by a hearty swig of whatever booze was within his tankard, droplets spreading through his beard as he empties the tankard, lest it get knocked over or lost, "So. Here and now eh?" He nods, unarmoured as he is and adorned in his usual rustic flare of a Galenthian marcher. Reaching down, he grabs and dons his wide-brimmed musketeers' hat, adorned with feather, and grins as a handy Squire passes him his axe, "The first move is yours my dear!" And the spectators shift and give the two a wide berth.

Helena smiles as she twirls her blade and looks at the man. "Boris wanted to come at you first, but if he would have won, you'd be out, I couldn't let him have the honor." She says and takes a stance, shockingly, she has gotten much better since goldhollow. "Don't take this whoopin personally, you're still my favorite tarris knight." And then she comes in, almost as if gliding as she brings in her sword to attack, while trying to avoid his axe.

"Oh my regards to Sir Boris!" Wulfred intones, readying his axe with a warm swish of the blunt and heavy weapon. Why even as Helena comes at him, pushing him back for a moment and even knocking the bar and giving it cause to teeter for a few moments, tankards upon it hastily grabbed by their owners, Wulfred pushes back off the surface with his free hand and wildly swings his axe about in an attempt to clear the ground before him and level a couple of firm blows against his opponent, "You youngsters are awfully cocky. By all means you might well win, but going into a fight claiming so is often cause for some measure of upset!" The old Wolf intones merrily, grasping at a tankard within the grasp of a Squire nearby, the ale within sloshing wildly as he finds his final blow for the moment blocked, allowing him to take a deep swig of the contents, before tossing the tankard aside, "And favourite? Me? Oh you honour me!"

Helena as the final clash is met she smiles and takes a shot of brandy before giving the elder knight a wink. "After you, I'm going to for Ludovic, if I can best you, he would be a cakewalk." She says spinning and coming at the wolf again, the Hound an attempted blur of motion, her skill much better since her fight with varian, though the lessons she learned from that embarrassing duel kept her alive against teleko.

"For the Viscount himself eh?" Wulfred intones, nodding as he braces himself for the no doubt youthful and energetic reply that will come from the parrying of before. The speed at which she moves is indeed impressive, the old Wolf might not be too quick on his feet, but he can at least turn to take the blows as best as he can manage. And a good couple do slip on by his guard, forcing him back and even forcing him to stumble through one of the fires, ash and sparks kicked up as the fire flares about his leather-booted feet, before he seeks to try and press his own attack once more! But for now, he falls back under Helena's own attack.

Helena chuckles as she watches the man stumble through the fire, and she of course, follows him, leaping over the campfire like a daemon as she brings her sword down. "It is bad luck to beat a man at his own tourney, but I like tempting fate." She says with a smile, for her height she is rather quick, though, she doesn't have that serious look on her face like she usually does in battle, this is just fun, with a good friend, doesn't stop her pride from wanting to score the win though.

"Well least we'll leave with more friends than we had before! Got to admire these Aequorians!" Wulfred intones as he stumbles back a step or two more, allowing him all the room he needs to level a swift but parried blow, only for the old knight to draw back and level a good couple of blows against Helena by way of reply, seeking to drive her back through the flames and scattered ash of the fire through which he stumbled and she leapt, "They certainly know how to hold… a… tournament!" The very words grunted as he delivers his fierce reply.

Her leaping slash was blocked, a rather resounding sound as the two weapons clash, and the people in attendance are glued to watching this fight, as now her gain is slowly being wittled away as wulfred does his own push on her. "Gah… you hit like a damn mule!" She says as she stumbles through the fire once more, and tosses her coat, which is cindered, off before moving around the fire, leaving her in a black tunic, and that coiled wolf snake mark around her neck. "Agreed, and well needed." She says as she comes in to bring the fight back to the old wolf, still a smirk on her lips, but much more focus.

There's nothing to be said, but there is a healthy grin etched upon Wulfred's lips at her compliment, "Stubborn as one too so I am told now and again, though never with regard to the dear wife! She can out-stubborn me and no mistake!" Shifting easily about the fire, Wulfred dares to tread upon hot ash once more, kicking up a veritable storm towards Helena, embers spark and flurry and amidst it all is a Wulfred! Oh the first blow is well enough, rebuked as it is by one from Helena, his swift action having left himself somewhat open. But nevertheless, it pays off as he delivers a stinging blow to the young noblewoman, a resounding thud of the blunted axe thwacking against her all too firmly as Wulfred seeks to push Helena back towards the tents and their ropes.

"Ooofff!" Helena exclaims as she is hit rather hard, and she backs away abit, making a bit of room before taking a deep breath. "My mum hit me harder." She says before turning the blade to the side and charging forward with a loud warcry, not real word, just she has to do something or else she will lose her first bout, can't have that.

"Given your behaviour with regard to your elders, I'm not surprised!" Wulfred replies merrily enough, letting slip a merry guffaw as he rebukes the young knight and noblewoman. With both axe and word. Though it is clear he is teasing, and indeed as Helena presses back the attack, blows are parried and blocked and turned aside, through one slash does slip through and a winded Wulfred staggers back a step or two more, grunting at the sting that caught him a cropper, while avoiding the fire and angling back towards the makeshift bar.

Helena raises her sword level with the man and smiles. "Do you Yield?" She asks with a smile on her face, it's not a bragging smile, but one that shows she had fun, and enjoyed her fight with her Uncle whom she has adopted. "Say you Yield because I need a drink after this fight."

"Yield?" Wulfred asks grinning, "I suppose I should!" The old Wolf nods firmly and grins warmly, moving back to settle against the bar and allow his pained form to rest a little, "You are indeed quick upon your feet my dear! Come, drink! It'll take the edge off the bruises we'll undoubtedly have tomorrow morning!" And with a couple of tankards placed upon the 'bar', ale is slopped into each, and Wulfred lays claim to both, pushing away from the bar towards Helena and handing one of the tankards to her, "To Sir Helena!" And the resulting cheer erupts from those who witnessed the duel!

Helena smiles and takes the tankard. "Yes a good fight!" She says and rubs her shoulder before she clanks her glass against wulfreds. "No spills, no pauses, and no regurgitation!" She says as she chugs her tankard, before turning the empty glass upside down on wulfs head, not a drop spilling out. "A galenthian will win this tourny, my money is on Jarret, but if I win, I'll be happy too."

Wulfred laughs and gazes upwards to that drop-free tankard, "Aye, may a Galenthian bear that title! Let us do our liege-lords proud and bring honour to our Queen!" And with barely a pause, his own tankard is drained utterly and mirroring Helena's own act, he too proves the emptiness of his tankard by upturning it over the young knight's head, "For Galenthia!"

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