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Jaffar (Fire Emblem: The Blazing Sword) |
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With fellow Black Fang Legault stealthing his way through middle, Jaffar's got much to prove. Having suffered defeat at the hands of a young Drifter in his first attempt for a title, he won't allow anything, or anyone, to stop him this time. His first foe is also a member of the Fire Emblem series. Much to Jaffar's non-existant humor, Rennac's skill pales before the Black Angel, a mere Rogue without the deadly slashes of an Assassin. Silencing him will be easy enough. The hard part is proving that his previous loss was a fluke that will -not- happen again in Light. |
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As the queen of Rausten, L'Arachel, enters the arena, her shifty vassal Rennac follows her as usual. Sadly (pleas and threats to the judges notwithstanding), even the legendary heroine L'Arachel may not have any kind of help in a duel, so she sent her servant to compete for a title on his own in Light. Rennac still can't stop L'Arachel from bossing him around, soooo... his first fight is against Jaffar, the infamous Angel of Death. In spite of appearances, the rogue is just as fast as his opponent, and more durable. Taking advantage of this, he just might be able to pull off an upset! |
Mr. VSM The two men entered the arena and stared at each other, and though they were both agile knife fighters, their differences could not be any clearer. Rennac stood apparently at ease with his arms crossed and his head cocked to one side. Closer inspection would show that his nails were digging into the sides of his hands, and that his eyes were darting about nervously, as he measured up his opponent. Jaffar stood erect, with one hand resting on either of his knives. Though he was rigid, a trained eye would notice that he was at home in this stance, that any movement to break it would be fluid, efficient, and brutal. Rennac noticed, and he swallowed nervously. “Right, then,” he said. “I don’t suppose you want to settle this in some way other than fighting, eh? It’d be a shame if I damaged my… self.” “No,” was his response, and the other man was on him in a flash. Jaffar shot out his blades quickly, and though Rennac was a fool, he was hardly an idiot. The rogue pitched himself backward, and then into a sidelong roll as he drew his own knives, and he was on his feet in an instant, facing where Jaffar ought to have been. Instead, the assassin was in the same place where he had started, hands resting on his weapons, back in their sheaths. Rennac stared at him incredulously. “You didn’t think I could get away,” he said. Rennac realized that any follow-up attack was not where he had predicted, and he must have dodged it by accident. “No,” was the response, and it started again. This time Rennac was ready, and when the other man came forward with his left knife attacking for Rennac’s head, Rennac ducked the assault, pivoted, and moved both of his knives to where he figured Jaffar’s second weapon would no doubt go. Blocking a knife with a knife takes amazing precision, and Rennac was happily surprised when he realized he still had all of his fingers. This lasted only the smallest of moments, for he then turned his body around Jaffar’s, hoping to get at the other man’s back. Jaffar could think as fast as Rennac could, however, and had turned his own body to stab out at the rogue before the rogue could launch his own attack. Rennac haphazardly threw his body backwards, desperate to ignore getting hit by Jaffar’s weapons, but Jaffar pressed his attack faster, changing to a shoulder rush. The assassin’s body struck the rogue’s full on, and Rennac was pitched backwards into the dirt. One of his knives clearly flew from his hand. He screamed. “Augh!” He was lying awkwardly on the ground. “My back!” ”Already?” “Come on, man, help me up.” Jaffar paused a moment, then put his blades away and moved for the rogue. He offered one hand to the downed man. The surprise attack failed, largely because Jaffar had trained most of his life to be a sneaky machine of death, so when Rennac’s other hand, still holding his second knife, moved for Jaffar’s heart, he was able to catch it and move it around Rennac’s body, pulling up to dislocate the elbow and force his hand open. At the same time, Jaffar bent down and grabbed Rennac’s other knife. When these motions were complete, Jaffar stabbed Rennac’s own knife into his belly. Rennac screamed. It was a lot more convincing this time. The rogue fell to the ground, moving his lips oddly, as Jaffar pulled the knife free and made some sort of motion to the front row of the audience, perhaps to the nurses. He bent down alongside Rennac and examined him. “You’ll live,” Rennac heard, before fainting. Jaffar: 54 |
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