Legends aren't born! Legends are made! From the humble beginning of those seeking glory, they strive to rise to the occasion to establish their legacy.
Legacies crafted from the ambitions and actions of those extraordinary. Born with powers that exceed the capabilities of mere mortals, everyone is destined for greatness.
Remember, Legends aren't born. Legends are made! However, every legend is different from the other. Every legacy leaves a wake of darkness in its wake or a shining ray of hope. The question is, what type of legend will you be?
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Post by Big News Gecko on Mar 28, 2018 15:50:07 GMT
Alcides released a volley of arrows towards Arthur. This time the prince could see his opponent pull back even further, this led the prince to believe that his words had reached the archer. They invoked his opponent to fight to their utmost ability. As he pulled back, Arthur readied himself. The swordsmanship that he was utilizing belonged to a King of Old, Sir Kay himself. Although much weaker compared to him channeling that king, the prince held enough proficiency to enact the style. It required holding Sequence with two hands, sacrificing speed for increased attack speed.
As the arrows flew towards Arthur, he began to strike fiercely with rapidly speed. He was successfully clashing with the arrows, forcing them to ricochet off the blade. Alcides would notice this and continue to fire, picking up in speed between his drawing and releasing. The prince astonished at the archer’s prowess, his true depth overwhelming Arthur. As the archer applied pressure from a range, he began closing the distance.
Alcides would fire another volley of arrows, each of them shot one after another to keep the prince occupy. The archer would sprint forward, slipping through the weak point of the prince. Once up close, Alcides struck Arthur in the gut with his bow – causing the prince to drop to a knee, Sequence stabbed into the ground which kept him from falling over.
Post by Herbal Essence on Mar 30, 2018 2:54:05 GMT
Alcides watched as his first volley of arrows came in contact with Arthur. Arthur's striking speed and power has seemingly spiked, it seemed like Arthur still had more power to be unleashed. Arthur gripped his sword with both hands and started swinging at the first barrage of arrows causing them to ricochet off the young king's sword, thus allowing him to survive the first wave.
Alcides (thoughts): I see...You have more to showcase me, Arthur.
Alcides noticed this improvement, in response, Alcides continued to fire arrows, this time picking up in speed between his drawing and releasing. Alcides wanted to see how Arthur would operate in close quarters combat, in order to do this Alcides started to close the distance while applying the pressure from range.
Alcides (thoughts): Let's see how you respond to this.
Alcides fired another wave of arrows at Arthur. Alcides immediately started running towards Arthur. The arrows were meant to occupy his opponent, he wanted to see how Arthur would deal with this kind of pressure. As Alcides got in range, Alcides pulled his bow back before driving it into Arthur's stomach. Arthur, in response, dug his sword into the ground, this prevented himself from being completely flung back. Alcides would immediately fire one more arrow at the man.
Alcides: Is this it? You won't be able to protect anything at this point. You might as well relinquish your title now, weakling.
Post by Big News Gecko on Mar 30, 2018 3:14:54 GMT
Was this the extent of his abilities? Arthur pondered that thought as he grasped his injured stomach, barely upright. Although drastically different from the time he fought with that insane criminal, the feeling of being overwhelmed was all too similar. The prince could still feel the presence of his opponent, looking down upon him. Looking up, Arthur could see Alcides prepping himself to fire another arrow. Upon firing the arrow, the prince dodged to the side – Sequence left in front of the prince’s opponent.
As Arthur struggled to get to his feet, Alcides began taunting the young man. The archer went as far to challenge his power, dubbing Arthur as a weakling. Thoughts would jolt through his mind, memories of his family and the people of the kingdom. Weakness meant Camelot’s downfall, a fate Arthur needed to prevent. Then Alcides mentioned relinquishing his title. The prince’s eye widens. Regardless of his short comings, Arthur held every intention to die as Camelot’s King.
Abandoning all thoughts of depression and hesitance, Arthur would unwrap the sword strapped to his back via cloth. He would grab hold of the sword’s hilt, his entire demeanor changed. A stern looking face leered at Alcides. The posture stood with vigor, pride. Arthur would begin to speak to his opponent.
“Red Skin? Are you off the Shallot Bloodline?”
Arthur would wield the sword in a fencing style swordsmanship.
“The Holy Sword Excalibur shall only be used to cut down worthy adversaries.”
Post by Herbal Essence on Mar 30, 2018 4:30:54 GMT
As the arrow flew towards Arthur, the young king managed to avoid it. Alcides could tell Arthur was on his last legs, his counter could be described as sluggish at best. It seemed like this was the extent of Arthur's strength, at this point Alcides decided to tone it down. He wanted to see the man's strength but he didn't want to seriously hurt him.
Alcides (thoughts): I see...This is the extent of his current abilities.
Before Alcides could continue his thought Arthur reached for the sword on his back.
Alcides: !!!
Once grabbing the hilt of the blade on his back the air around Arthur changed.
Alcides (thoughts): What just happened? It's like he's a completely different person!
Arthur's whole demeanour changed, it seems like this is related to Arthur's quirk. Arthur at this pointed sprouted a much sterner look as he started to talk to Alcides.
Arthur Pendragon: Red Skin? Are you off the Shallot Bloodline?
Alcides was surprised, the only way Arthur would know that is if he were from the same nation of Alcides, Camelot. It's at this point Alcides pieced it together. The man in front of him was the king of Camelot, it had been a while since Alcides had been home or even been in contact, it seems the old king had passed away. Fate is a funny thing. After not being home for awhile Alcides was brought together with his new king. Arthur stood up and dawning a brand new stance.
Arthur Pendragon: The Holy Sword Excalibur shall only be used to cut down worthy adversaries
That confirmed it, Arthur, was his king. The Holy Sword Excalibur was something the King of Camelot received. This sword was the sign that you were the king, only the worthy kings of Camelot could wield it.
Alcides: So that's how it is huh... Let's hope your demeanour isn't the only thing that changed.
Alcides loaded three arrows onto this bow while pulling the string back to its utmost limit. At this point, he was pulling no punches at this point.
Alcides: Come! Arthur Pendragon! If you cannot do this much I will take your place on the throne and Excalibur shall become mine.
Alcides said this before firing the arrows at Arthur. Words: 376
Post by Big News Gecko on Mar 30, 2018 5:26:40 GMT
Arthur Pendragon had established a Séance with the King of Old, Lance of the Lake. This connection was not of choice, rather the snap decision to use his quirk to triumph in fight allowed for any responsive lingering will to adhere to the call of the prince. Sir Lancelot responded due to the opponent before him, a Shallot descendent. The King of Old was very familiar with the bloodline, having engaged in war with them due to betrayal – thus it was safe to say he bared ill-feelings towards the opponent. Alcides words did nothing but enrage the king, simply for blaspheming the Pendragon Bloodline.
“To see the same boastful nature alive and well in the Shallot Bloodline, it seems I have failed in rectifying that.”
Lancelot vanished from sight, moving with a graceful speed invisible to the untrained eyes. Although the speed was nothing compared to his old body, the speed of Arthur was nothing to laugh at. Lancelot made a mental note to compliment the prince for its growth thus far, but encouraged him to not become contempt. Meanwhile, Alcides possessed the capability to track Lancelot – just was unable to hit him. He shot arrows after arrows, all of them missing the king whom rapidly jolted around the archer.
Sir Lancelot would close the distance, invading the comfort space of a ranged fight but that did not shake the composure of Alcides whom continued to unleash his onslaught. As the King of Old dodged, it began to issue commands to Arthur mentally.
“You have a long way to go my son. If it was I, this archer would have been met defeat.”
“I apologize sir.”
“A King never doubts himself, especially in front of the world. Remember you must show valor.”
At that moment, Arthur's body winched in pain.
“Sir! Let go of thy Holy Sword. It will only…”
“I shall not take my absence until this archer understands why you are worthy of the throne to Camelot”
As Sir Lancelot issued his intention, he darted forward – unleashing a speed unseen during the fight. It was him exhausting the last bit of energy Arthur’s body possessed, just to close the gap as he thrusted The Holy Sword – Excalibur forward. The tip stopping moments before Alcides’ face, Arthur’s body completely frozen – his eyes white to show a total sense of unconsciousness.
The fight was over, Alcides won. The professors would rush as they noticed Arthur’s body releasing steam. Everyone in attendance confused of the conversation both fighters held, but more so confused by Arthur’s smirk. The message Sir Lancelot wanted to send was delivered by Alcides, he understood the situation and smirked too.
cool, both yall get 4 trade points... poor ass camelots
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