Внутреннее тестирование Вики/E-XI — различия между версиями
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Dressed in her armor, made of stiff leather and decked out with medals, the famous heroine with white hair and a face covered with scars walked to the center of the arena. Unhooking a hollow horn from her belt, she brought the object to her mouth and began her speech. Her hoarse, amplified voice echoed through the amphitheater. | Dressed in her armor, made of stiff leather and decked out with medals, the famous heroine with white hair and a face covered with scars walked to the center of the arena. Unhooking a hollow horn from her belt, she brought the object to her mouth and began her speech. Her hoarse, amplified voice echoed through the amphitheater. | ||
− | "Fyros people! Friends of the Empire! Like every year since the founding of our famous institute, this day has seen the final round of the Academy Games! As every year, we have been proud to see our young academicians at work in their feats! But more than ever this year, we have been astounded by the prowess of the new generation! The Generation of Miracles! Thanks to them, the Empire is securing a prosperous and glorious future!" | + | :''"Fyros people! Friends of the Empire! Like every year since the founding of our famous institute, this day has seen the final round of the Academy Games! As every year, we have been proud to see our young academicians at work in their feats! But more than ever this year, we have been astounded by the prowess of the new generation! The Generation of Miracles! Thanks to them, the Empire is securing a prosperous and glorious future!" |
At these words, the crowd went wild: cheers erupted, mugs clinked and alcohol flew. Euriyaseus let the tumult subside and then resumed his speech. | At these words, the crowd went wild: cheers erupted, mugs clinked and alcohol flew. Euriyaseus let the tumult subside and then resumed his speech. | ||
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− | + | :''"Patriots, I understand the fervor that moves you! Tonight, a masterpiece of battle will be played out right here in the center of our ancient coliseum! Tonight, during the final of the free fighting event, Xynala Zeseus will take her revenge against the one who has held the title of champion since he was thirteen years old! The one against whom she failed in the final, last year, and who will try again tonight to keep his title! I named Melkiar of the Dragon Tears tribe!" | |
− | + | The crowd erupted, and at the same time, the horn sounded. Two figures appeared in the doorway of the Coliseum and walked towards their chief coach to the applause. Both were dressed in simple armors of supple leather, which, which, while providing little protection against the blades, gave the wearer a great deal of range of motion. Since homins have unusual regenerative abilities, warriors used to taking wounds generally preferred to improve their mobility. Nevertheless, each of the two silhouettes was topped with a large helmet. This one was composed of a rigid leather base covering the skull, lateral protections in chitin falling on the forehead, the ears and the nape of the neck, and a grid of rigid thorn acting as a visor. Indeed, although able to magically heal most of their wounds, too violent shocks to the head could disrupt the regeneration process of homins. As usual, Xynala was armed with her two fetish short clubs, the head of which consisted of four sharp discs. Melkiar had opted for a more classical paraphernalia, composed of a buckler and a hatchet. When they arrived at the level of the general, this one resumed the word. | |
− | + | :''"Well! Before the duel begins, let me remind you of the rules of the free fight trial. Firstly, duelists are forbidden to pierce the rib cage or the skull of opponent. Second, except for healing, the use of magic is totally prohibited. Thirdly, blocking the regeneration of the opponent, for example by preventing him from removing a blade stuck in his body, is proscribed. Paralyzing or stunting the opponent remains allowed. The fight takes place in a winning round, and ends when one of the two duelists gives up, remains paralyzed on the ground for more than ten seconds, falls unconscious, or when a healer intervenes. Now, Xynala and Melkiar, take each other a bow!" | |
− | + | If the previously screaming crowd was now silent, the tension was all the more palpable: a heavy calm had descended on the Coliseum and heralded the coming storm. Xynala and Melkiar bowed and then took five steps back. Euriyaseus, who was going to referee the duel, slowly moved away from the center of the arena and joined the group of healers who had entered the pit earlier. Everyone spread out around the two duelists, magic amplifiers donned, ready to intervene at any moment. Long seconds passed and the long-awaited moment arrived: Euriyaseus brought his horn to his mouth one last time and gave the starting signal. | |
− | + | :''"Xynala, Melkiar, fight!" | |
− | + | The first blows were delivered by the Fyrossa. No sooner had the fight begun than Xynala infused Sap into her legs and leapt four meters forward, clubs in the air. With a deafening crash, both weapons struck Melkiar's roundhouse. Under the shock, his boots sank into the sawdust. Taking advantage of her momentum, the Fyrossa carried a multitude of blows to her adversary, who nimbly parried them while retreating. And then, taking advantage of the ascendancy that he had granted to Xynala, Melkiar suddenly opened his guard. Pushing back one of the clubs of a powerful movement of shield, he struck a precise blow of hatchet to his rival. Skillfully, Xynala tilted her other weapon so that the blade of the hatchet was caught between two discs of her club. With a powerful flick of her wrist, the warrior swung her weapon, hoping to disarm or unbalance her opponent. Not willing to give up so quickly, Melkiar vigorously grabbed the handle of his hatchet and accompanied the spinning movement generated by Xynala. The Fyros pretended to tip over to the side and then performed a side cartwheel while leaning on the ground. He repeated the move a second time and dodged the blow that his rival tried to strike him using her second club. Having regained some distance, Melkiar spread his arms in provocation. In the stands, the crowd exploded, dazzled by this first spar. | |
− | + | :''"Nice block, Xynala. Am I not the one who teached you that technique?" | |
− | + | Spreading her arms in turn, the Fyrossa answered tit for tat. | |
+ | :''"Nice spin, Melkiar. Did Brandille teach you that stunt?" | ||
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Melkiar laissa échapper un rire sincère et referma sa garde. Et à nouveau, Xynala bondit, prête à abattre ses massues. Ce n’est qu’une fois en l’air qu’elle comprit sa bêtise, au moment même où son rival l’accueillait d’un coup de pied retourné dévastateur : face à un tel adversaire, innover était essentiel. La pointe de la botte s’enfonça dans son rein droit, et elle fût propulsée de plusieurs mètres en arrière. Avantagé, Melkiar se précipita vers la Fyrosse, désormais couchée dans la sciure. Infusant de la Sève au niveau de ses côtes cassées, Xynala se releva aussi vite qu’elle put. Malheureusement, elle n’eut pas le temps d’anticiper le lancé de rondache de Melkiar. Le projectile percuta violemment son bras droit et sa massue voltigea. Le guerrier arriva au corps-à-corps et une longue passe d’armes débuta, durant laquelle Melkiar prit progressivement l’ascendant. Plusieurs minutes passèrent ainsi, et finalement, le guerrier porta un coup crucial à son adversaire : sa hachette se ficha en profondeur dans la cuisse gauche de Xynala dont la jambe s’écroula instantanément. Dégainant une dague de sa ceinture, bien décidé à égorger sa rivale afin de pousser un soigneur à intervenir, Melkiar crut la victoire à portée de main. Mais contre toute attente, la Fyrosse poussa sur sa jambe valide et sa massue devenue béquille pour se relever. Si cela ne fit qu’accentuer la gravité de sa blessure, elle profita de l’effet pour asséner un violent coup de tête à son rival qui manqua d’en perdre l’équilibre. Et avant même que le guerrier ne puisse comprendre ce qui venait d’arriver, la massue de Xynala s’écrasa sur la grille de son casque, qui s’enfonça profondément dans son visage. | Melkiar laissa échapper un rire sincère et referma sa garde. Et à nouveau, Xynala bondit, prête à abattre ses massues. Ce n’est qu’une fois en l’air qu’elle comprit sa bêtise, au moment même où son rival l’accueillait d’un coup de pied retourné dévastateur : face à un tel adversaire, innover était essentiel. La pointe de la botte s’enfonça dans son rein droit, et elle fût propulsée de plusieurs mètres en arrière. Avantagé, Melkiar se précipita vers la Fyrosse, désormais couchée dans la sciure. Infusant de la Sève au niveau de ses côtes cassées, Xynala se releva aussi vite qu’elle put. Malheureusement, elle n’eut pas le temps d’anticiper le lancé de rondache de Melkiar. Le projectile percuta violemment son bras droit et sa massue voltigea. Le guerrier arriva au corps-à-corps et une longue passe d’armes débuta, durant laquelle Melkiar prit progressivement l’ascendant. Plusieurs minutes passèrent ainsi, et finalement, le guerrier porta un coup crucial à son adversaire : sa hachette se ficha en profondeur dans la cuisse gauche de Xynala dont la jambe s’écroula instantanément. Dégainant une dague de sa ceinture, bien décidé à égorger sa rivale afin de pousser un soigneur à intervenir, Melkiar crut la victoire à portée de main. Mais contre toute attente, la Fyrosse poussa sur sa jambe valide et sa massue devenue béquille pour se relever. Si cela ne fit qu’accentuer la gravité de sa blessure, elle profita de l’effet pour asséner un violent coup de tête à son rival qui manqua d’en perdre l’équilibre. Et avant même que le guerrier ne puisse comprendre ce qui venait d’arriver, la massue de Xynala s’écrasa sur la grille de son casque, qui s’enfonça profondément dans son visage. | ||