Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190406212436

The sudden burst of gunfire caught Arthur by surprise, who hadn't even realised the aircraft had began to take off as he concentrated on his duel with Ulric. The sudden blast of snow engulfed the two warriors quickly, and while Arthur thankfully had his back to the powerful gale Ulric was not so lucky. The iron-jawed sergeant stumbled slightly as a wave of frost obstructed his vision, setting him back a step and resulting in him raising his guard higher than he should have. Seeing the vulnerability, Arthur leapt forward and punched the head of his battleaxe towards Ulric's exposed stomach with a sudden thrust.

Too late, Arthur realised it was a feint. As his axe shot forward to its target, Ulric quickly slammed down the middle of his lance, pinning Arthur's weapon to the ground. With his other hand, the Decimari agent drew the handaxe strapped to his side and quickly swung it in a diagonal arc down into Arthur's collarbone.

"It would serve the greater good if you would lay down arms and cease your futile resistance, stranger," Ulric told him as Arthur fell to one knee, Aura shimmering as his armour failed to resist the sudden blow. "Doctor Helldrix shall return to the Asylum for the continuation of the project - as is proper."

"Argh...you have no claim to people's lives, murderer...!" Arthur spat angrily. Forcing the lance away, Arthur tried to rise and swing a counterblow at Ulric's midriff, only for it to be caught by the man's handaxe and locked in place. The wind was suddenly knocked out of him as Ulric delivered a sharp knee to kidney, sapping the strength from Arthur's arms.

"It does not surprise me that Skye does not see reason at a time like this," Ulric thought aloud, forcing Arthur back several paces with a restrained push. "But it is not too late for you to save yourself further suffering."

Backing away for the briefest moment, Arthur quickly reengaged - swinging Mordred high in a downwards swing, then pivoting into a sideways slash aimed at chopping Ulric's hand off. Instead, the powerful strike was deflected away by Ulric's handaxe.

"Every moral being on this planet would gladly lay down their life to stop you!" Arthur shouted, moving to continue his attack, only to be cut off by a sudden punch to the face that sent him stumbling back. Ahead of him, Ulric strode forward, twirling his lance almost leisurely as he advanced for the final blow.

"So be it. You fought well, stranger - but your end is upon you," he declared in a cold voice.

For a moment Arthur stood still, head bowed, as his opponent prepared to strike. Then, with a click of a small button, the battleaxe Mordred suddenly split in half - forming a pair of identical handaxes of darkened Strongbark and blackened steel. Scraping the blades against one another and creating sparks, Arthur looked up with an expression of unsuppressed fury.

"NEVER!" he roared, and threw himself back into the fight.