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Dadarmora went with the roll, ignoring the pain from Roland's attack. He turned onto his stomach, then pushed himself up onto his hands and kicked Roland square in the face, then wrenched his leg free from his grasp. It appeared as if Roland didn't have the endurance of Dadramora either. He flipped over onto his feet and stood, jumped into the air and twirled around to face Roland. He crouched, then put his shield up and put his spear in between two of the barbs, looking similar to that of one man in a phalanx formation.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
The kick wasn't didn't hurt at all but it did the trick of freeing him. Roland watched as he entered the position. Barbs good for both sides really. He lunged his spear head underneath the water and hooked it on the barbs. He then pulled on the spear to cause Dadramora to be jolted forward and up.
Dadramora bared his teeth, using all his strength to keep from being pulled forward at all, but this Roland was strong for a human. He forced his shield into the soft sand under the water, trapping his spear, then jabbed outwards at the small gap between pieces of armor that protect the shoulder joint. It was one of the few weak spots in any armor, and Dadramora knew how to exploit it.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
With the little movement that he could, Roland knudged the spear with his, causing it to go off course enough so he could lift his arm up and let it miss him. As if past his body Roland once again caught it between his arm and chest. He held onto both spears and twisted them in a circle. This would cause either the shield to twist his arm or he would have to roll with it.
Dadramora dropped the spear as Roland let go of it, then kicked it back into the air and punched Roland in the face, then got themselves untangled from each other and sliced at him with his shield as he caught his backhand and used the slicing motion to crouch and turn, thrusting backwards and placing his shield over his head and on his upper back.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
The punch from Dadramora sent Roland staggering back a bit. He was nearly sliced in the hand by the barbed sheiks as he regained his fitting and jumped back.
Roland jumped above the thrust and landed on the rod of Dadramora's spear, with all his might Roland slammed down in the center of the shield to send Dadramora staggering forward. Roland quickly jumped off and with a twirl of his spear, knocked the shield from the bottom in an attempt to knock it out of Dadramora's hands. He followed with another thrust at the end of the twirled motion. As if the whole thing was one movement.
Dadramora did the easiest thing possible in this situation: jumped away. He jumped about seven feet forward, out of reach of every spear except a pike, then turned on Roland. He was good, better than Dadramora, but like he said he was stronger and faster. Dadarmora started towards Roland, warily, in a defensive stance.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
He sure could jump that was obvious, probably because of his one fourth dragon. Roland stood his ground, his nose bleeding from the punches he had taken in the face. He let the blood drip into the water. The waves lightly crashed into the two men's legs. Roland saw an opening, and spun his spear out towards Daramora's spear to knock it out of the way so he couldn't counter with a stab and did a palm thrust in the center of his shield to attempt to push Dadramora off balance.
Dadarmora got sick of this and let his spear get knocked out of his hand, took the thrust and use the momentum to spin around while drawing his sword, then he put the blade's point against Roland's throat. "I win."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Roland looked down, not at the blade at his throat, but at the spear the that Roland held. He had used Dadramora's spin to his advantage and held the spear head right in the opening of his armor, right by the armpit. It seemed they had almost reached a stalemate. "Well, actually it was just about a tie," he smiled relaxing and lowering his spear.
Roland walked out of the shallows and picked up the sack, "I'm headed to the castle, care to join me. Maybe you could explain to me why you are here, if you want to anyway."
Dadramora sheathed his sword, then continued up to Roland where they started off towards Avaleur. "So, what took you so long to get here? I've been looking for quite a while, but I couldn't find you."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Roland sighed, "Well I was abducted, stolen away to war in Tetra. I stayed a while longer to spend so time with old friends and family though." he explained.