First Round: Forrest the Foul vs. Samuel the Sarcastic

Forrest the Foul
SPEED – 52 Adv. +16
STRENGTH – 67 Adv. +16
AGILITY – 57 Adv. +33
ENDURANCE – 13
INTELLECT – 32 Adv. +30

Samuel the Sarcastic
SPEED – 36
STRENGTH – 51
AGILITY – 24
ENDURANCE – 39 Adv. +26
INTELLECT – 2

The battle begins and Samuel immediately hides behind his shield for fear of Forrest’s longbow. Forrest instead decides to charge Samuel, his glaive held out in front of him. By the time that Samuel realizes that no arrows are hitting his shield, Forrest’s glaive almost cleaves Samuel’s shield in two as it slices down, almost hitting Samuel’s arm. Forrest has just enough time to free his glaive from the shield before Samuel yanks it away. Forrest continues to jab at Samuel, trying to get around his shield and into his flesh. Forrest fakes for Samuel’s feet but instead brings his glaive in towards Samuel’s chest. Samuel brings his shield up as fast as he can and just misses the glaive. As he continues to bring the shield upward, he forces the glaive up with it. The shaft of the glaive slides along the edge of the shield. The blade on the glaive, once aimed for the chest, now slips between Sam’s helmet and his face. Forrest pulls back on his glaive and the blade leaves a deep cut in Samuel’s cheek. He grabs for his face as he drops his shield. Forrest goes in for the kill but his glaive is met with the fancy axe head of a halberd. Samuel and Forrest lock in combat. Their blades clash as they each wield their weapons like they were an extension of their own arms. Forrest seems to have the upper hand, while Samuel barely seems to block each blow. However, Forrest is clearly tiring as the battle continues. On one swing, their weapons interlock and they force each other’s weapons to the dirt. Forrest lets go with one hand and punches Samuel on his helmet near his cut cheek. Forrest’s fist shatters but he crushes in the side of Samuel’s helmet causing him immense pain on the side of his head. Both opponents release their weapons as they nurse their wounds. Blood coats the side of Samuel’s head clouding his vision. Samuel spies Forrest nursing his broken hand with his back to him and subsequently unsheathes his broadsword. He walks toward Forrest on silent feet, who is hunched over, seemingly nursing his hand, and raises his sword above his head. Just before Samuel is about to bring down his sword upon the unknowing Forrest, he spins around. Samuel is so surprised he freezes up. Forrest thrusts his arms forward, a dagger in one hand and a stiletto in the other. He jabs one forward into Samuel’s armor. As he pulls it back out, he jabs the other weapon forward. He alternates weapons, thrusting each forward in succession with spectacular speed and into Samuel’s ever bloodying chest. The broadsword slips out of Samuel’s hands which are still held above his head and lands point first in the dirt. He glances down at his chest a look of disbelief appearing on his face. The blood loss takes its toll and he slumps to the floor. Winner: Forrest the Foul