Forsooth, my Whizzle! (Me and Kupo)

[Will]

Sir Bartleby Von Poppleopacus rode his noble stted through the settlement of his serfs. They ran before him, screaming his name to the sky. Obviously celebrating his return to his feifdom. Pennants on his armour snapped in the wind, his vermillion cape billowing behind him. His weapons were stored in his saddle, ready to be drawn. The enemies of justice could be anywhere...

 

[Kit]

Sir Bernard de Ridefort stood atop a rocky precipice, watching the village below, through a simple monocular. Normally he eschewed all technology, but the piece required no effort to use, and no maintenance either. Through it, he saw the citizens pour out of their homes, and run throughout the town. No doubt his long-time foe was preparing to annihilate the village, and the screams that he could hear over the roar of the wind confirmed his worst fears. He had to act before yet another innocent life was lost to the madman.

Mounting his own steed, he sent the powerful beast moving with a swift nudge. The mighty creature had no problem leaping down the rocky ledges and was swiftly closing upon the village. His weapons ready, and his course set. His swords were all clamped to his armour, across his back, and on his hip, ready to be drawn at a moments notice, but in his hand, he held the mighty durasteel lance and shield. He would attempt to end this battle before it could even begin.

Reaching the outskirts of the town, he called his steed, Olivier, to a halt. At the top of his lungs, he yelled a challenge to his nemesis. Neither man would ever refuse the challenge of his rival, so it was only a matter of time...

 

[Will]

The mighty form of Sir Bartleby atop his steed wheeled. is own mighty lance raised to the sky, his steed reared up, the knight screaming at the top of his voice ''FOR JUUUUUUUSTICE!!!!!!!!'' He set of for his nemesis, the evil dark knight, shield and lance glimmering in the light of the flames. The unstoppable charge of knight and steed raked earth from the round, sending a huge spray of terra firma behind him. His foe would fall, bierced by his mighty lance. The score would be settled.

Justice would prevail!

 

[Kit]

With a roar that would have been more suitable coming from a Rancor, Sir Bernard Spurred his own steed into action. He would not concede, he would giv eno quarter! Today would be a day of valiant and glorious retribution. He would make the mad Knight pay for his misdeeds. As the man and beastie charged forwards, the Knight lowered his lance, and raised his shield. This was exactly how all of their battles tended to start.

And he knew precisely what was about to happen.

 

[Will]

Sir Bartleby grinned. His grip on his lance reversed, he threw it against his foe, leaping from his steed, drawing his long, shining blade. The double edged sword's blade along came was the height of his toe to his waist, and at least six inches wide. repulsors in the hilt and microrepulsors in the blade made it light as a feather. He charged, servos giving him the speed of a man not clad in heavy plate. He had approached as the villain expected him to, but turned the twisted mind of the dark night against him. He swiped at the recoiling knight, using the distraction of a flying lance to aid him in his holy endevour.

 

[Kit]

The two may not have been matched in terms of technology, with Sir Bernard lacking the advanced weaponry and armour that allowed his foe to manage such acrobatic marvels, but the two were not matched in cunning or guile however, a field in which Sir Bernard had the advantage.

He knew that the key to success in Melee was not an intricate plan, layered with subtlety and diversion. That would win you a battle, or a war. But the bloody skirmish, and struggle of one man against another was a fight to be fought one step at a time. And that was precisely how he would deal with his enemy.

Thrusting his lance forwards, he allowed his body to be pushed backwards, taking alittle from the force of the blow, but allowing the other man's lance to sail harmlessly over his body. The next step was harder, but not one that he was not prepared to deal with, he was locked into this position, and would not quickly escape it. unable to simply fall of the back of his steed, he was forced to remain seated.

However, a gentle kick to the flanks of his steed was all that he needed to do. At the very last second, he kicked, and the beast responded with an angry, "Kweh!"

Seemingly expending as little effort as it would do to simply run, the monster leapt, a good ten feet into the sky, sailing clear over the sword stroke of the enemy.

The fall gave Bernard time to not only regain a true seated position, but drop his lance, and draw a sword. Pivoting the beast, even as it landed, he turned to face Bartleby, his insane nemesis. Not it was he that possessed the advantage, and he would not hesitate to press it home.

Charging forwards, he made to pass by the Knight, and swipe his blade downwards at the joint between shoulder and neck in his enemies armour.