A night on the Iron Kelpie

Lyon decides to press his attack on Ren and follows after while swinging his sword yet again. But it seemes like Ren had taken a step further then Lyon thought and the swing went short of his shoulder. (Another miss...)

As Lyon steps towards Ren, the swordsman strikes forward, aiming for a straight attack. However, Ren missteps and the wooden sword bounces harmlessly off the paladin's armor.  Actions:  Execute Readied Attack: 17 - miss 

Azariah knows just as well as Thorm does, that the gunners time in this fight is very quickly drawing to an end. The tiefling steps forward, throwing out a snap kick, catching the gunner full in the head. In follow up, the Azariah uses his outstretched leg to spin to the side, and lash out with his tail as if it were a whip. But as the gunner topples, everyone can see the tiefling forcibly grab his own tail and pull back to avoid landing the attack on the recumbent foe. He smirked lightly to himself, as he quickly checked that the gunner was still breathing, then turned to look at the other fight. Punch - 17 Damage - 15 Tail - 20 Damage 6 Tail's attack forcibly retracted and voluntarily misses. Stinger - 13 - miss Performance combat check - 20, crowds opinion improved to friendly

     Ren steps to his left to get a better angle of attack. Dropping to a lower stance, Ren tried to catch Lyon off guard by executing an upwards cut. However, the swordsman saw through Ren's intention, bringing his sword to block. Twisting his body Ren changed his uppercut into a straight stab. Lyon leaned back barely avoiding the hit by bouncing the attack of his armor.      Damm that armor's annoying. Maybe I should look into investing in some... on secound thought it looks to heavy.  Actions:  Move 5ft Attack Roll: 18

Lyon takes a small step further up the lessen the chances of being surrounded by the two that seem to be left. While stepping Ren had tryied to hit him which put Lyon a bit further then he excpected making his next swing barly scratch Ren. (5ft step and a miss...)

Azariah watches the two battle for now, taking the opportunity to catch his breath, he waits to see if a victor would quickly emerge. Internally, he willed the psionic armorment cells he built within his body to bolster him and ready him for whatever might come >5ft step. Vim used as standard action, giving 1 temp hp.

     Ren once again stepped back. Skill with the sword and well armored, I'm going to have to take a risk or this isn't going to end. Ren and Lyon had been at a stand still, each dodging, deflecting and parrying each other's attacks without openings. Ren stepped back and of course Lyon turned with him. Feinting an attack to the right, Ren pulled back his sword. The moment that Lyon moved to defend, Ren stepped in and flipped his sword, thrusting forward directly at lyon's head. As he threw all his strength into this attack he saw the hypothetical consequences in his head. If this misses, I'm in big trouble. Ren saw Lyon bringing the blade in a large curve at Ren's chest, which he would fail to avoid and be knocked unconscious.      Lyon was caught off guard, and the wooden katana struck Lyon's jaw. Lyon staggered back a bit, before falling to the ground unconscious. Ren took a step back, looking down to avoid people seeing him, he wore a large grin. I haven't fought another swordsman who could match my skills in a while... Ren had sworn not to fight for the fight itself, but the feeling was rushing back to him, the feeling of fighting a worthy opponent. Keeping balance using his sword he stood back up. What he saw didn't really surprise him. The gunner was unconscious and Azariah stood nearby, presumably watching the fight between Lyon and Ren. "Thank you for not interfering."  Actions:  Attack (20) - 28 Confirm - 27 Damage - 12 + 10 = 22 Interesting Fact: Lyon rolled to see what his next attack would have been, he could have also crit me for 22 damage. 

Azariah nodded with a grunt of. "Of course, he was yours." Before with a grin, running full pelt for Ren. His tail waving side to side to help his balance as he rushed forward. "And you're mine." There was a certain innocent joy in the tieflings eyes, but it fell as Ren easily dodged the attack, his eyes grew a tad more serious, he knew this would be the last and hardest bout of the night.

     Azariah charged towards Ren. Hold your horses Ren, use your brain. Being able to think during a fight was the mark of someone who was still in control of themselves in Ren's opinion. Since leaving home he had always made sure it was the case. Azariah had time to rest and is looking fine. I'm still reeling from that blow that Lyon gave me, I'll need to place defensive. Adopting low stance, slashed. Azariah quickly jumped right over the blade. Ren dashed to the left, making more room. Once stabilized, he leaned back on this left leg, and placed his sword between himself and Azariah defensively rather than preparing above his head or behind him for another strike.      "Excited? Show me your power when you aren't surrounded by mist!"  Actions:  Defensive Attack (+2 AC, -4 Attack) - 6 5 ft step

"SHOW YOU MY POWER?" Azariah asked with a gleeful growl in his voice, his body tensing as he threw out a pair of blows, the first was deflected by Ren's blad,e passing agains the tieflings bracer. The second however, surged brutally into Ren's stomach, no claws, no tail, no psionics. This was simply a brutally powerful gut punch. Ren was left standing but barely. " I thought you'd never ask." Azariah said, smirking smugly as he stood over the samurai. Actions: atk roll: 15 atk roll: 26 Damage: 10

     "Show me your power!" The tiefling let out a toothy grin as he threw out a pair of punches. Expecting as much Ren deflected the first one with his blade, making it a near miss without expending too much energy, intending to dodge the next attack. Now the next...! Ren was caught off guard as the punch suddenly accelerated as if by pure strength. Ren braced himself for impact but the Azariah was powerful.      Ren staggered back, planting his sword into the ground, taking a few breaths. "Hehehe, I haven't felt this in forever." Ren looked up, with blood-lust in his eyes. "Make this fun for me!" Completely in the zone, Ren had filtered out everything else. The world moved in slow motion as Ren felt himself stand up and slowly walk to Azariah, however in the dim light the crowd was watching in, it would seem like Ren disappeared and reappeared in front of Azariah in striking position. His Katana was in the traditional sword-draw position just without the sheath. Azariah was caught off guard by the attack. A red glow surrounds the tiefling that turns away blades, but Ren just cut right through it hitting Azariah straight on.      A loud "thud" is heard. As Azariah stumbles back, staggered from Ren's blow.  Action:  Attack - 20 Damage (Max) - 16 Azariah's Block Ability - 14 Interesting Note: Ren is at 1 HP. Azariah is now at exactly 0 HP) 

"YES! This is what I've hunted for!" Azariah grunted, sounding truly ecstatic as he rushed the samurai in turn, though all could see he was barely standing, his eyes were wide beneath a sheen of blood from where Ren's blunt sword had cut his forehead open. His breathing was labored, and he seemed unstable. But all that fell away when he attack. A red glow surrounded him, but it was no psionics, nor magic. Only ren would see this glow, this burning light that followed each strike, it was Azariah's pure lust for battle, it wasn't the defensive aura, no, this was his desire for combat given form. His first blow was a high strike, flying square for Ren's temple, but the samurai dodged out the way. He spun and with a howl of a battle cry, his tail lashed out at Ren, catching him full in the chest, he continued the turn a second time, becoming a whirl as the tails chitinous tip caught Ren on its flat side on the temple. All saw Ren's head snap to the side, and the Samurai went limp. The tiefling stood, gasping for air over the samurai's body for several seconds, then anyone watching would see his eyes roll up into his head, as he went limp, falling unconscious atop the samurai's recumbent form from his wounds.