(514-05-19) More Broken Axes
Summary: More personal challenges mean more broken axes.
Date: May 19, 514
Related: Arthur Wedding Tourney
rowan martyn kamron idris 


The morning of May 19th was not much different than the morning of May 20th. There were a few more clouds and a cooler breeze, but the tournament remains in full swing. Rowan still favored a clearing near the tournament field over the field itself, finding it provided more privacy and shade. The duelists were also socially-awkward introverts like himself!

He finds Martyn without a duel partner and decides to approach the man as he refits his gloves. "Are you looking for a match, Sir?"

Taking a beating, both to test oneself, to compete and to entertain. That's basically what this is. And so Martyn has made his way out once more, waiting to see if there's anyone ready for some competition. As Rowan approaches, he grins, offering the man a nod. "That sounds like an excellent idea, Sir."

Rowan blinks at Martyn's quick agreement. He hadn't actually challenged the man yet! But he seems content to skip to the important part regardless. "I must concur," he retorts and approaches the duel 'ring'. He was already suited up and ready to go. "Does the standard first to three sound appropriate to you?" The Wylye knight asks as he positions his shield in front of him.

Also being suited up and ready to go, Martyn makes his way to the 'ring' as well. Doing the last moment preparations, he nods, "That sounds quite appropriate," the Baverstock replies, offering the other man a grin. "Ready whenever you are."

Critical Success!
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 15.
Success
Martyn checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 3.
Rowan rolls 8d6 and gets (6 2 3 5 2 4 3 1) for a total of: (26)

There is a ghost of a smirk upon his lips as he studies the stance Martyn takes. "If you say so…" He moves forward, bashing his shield against the Baverstock's with a loud clang, and sweeping his blade under to strike him soundly on the knee. This, predictably, forces Martyn to fall hard on his bum.

The clash of the shields, that's not too bad. But the hit from Rowan's sword sends Martyn down to the ground. Muttering momentarily, he gets right up again, shaking his head as he offers another grin. "Well struck, Sir…" Moving forward once more now.

Critical Fail!
Rowan checked his sword of 15, he rolled 20.
Success
Martyn checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 6.
Martyn rolls 4d6 and gets (1 4 2 5) for a total of: (12)
Success
Rowan checked his dex of 14, he rolled 4.

It can be argued that Martyn turns the tables in their next exchange, though it appears Rowan's cockiness may have been his undoing just as much. Martyn's strike is quick and his sword clumsily goes up in an effort to parry before it strikes him, but it impressively misses it's mark and the blow lands hard against Rowan's chest. His sword clatters to the ground as he stumbles back, coughing. "That… wasn't supposed to happen," he mutters as he almost glares at the weapon by his feet. He rolls his shoulder and retrieves it, then advances on Martyn once more.

Moving in with the strike, Martyn nods a bit to himself. There's a grin offered to Rowan as he hears the mutter. "Neither was me hitting the ground, Sir." Moving in for that next one now.

Failed.
Rowan checked his sword of 15, he rolled 19.
Critical Success!
Martyn checked his sword of 15, he rolled 15.
Martyn rolls 8d6 and gets (2 5 2 2 3 4 3 2) for a total of: (23)

Kamron makes his way through the crowds in the tournament grounds, stopping at the edge of the circle watching Rowan and Martyn sparring. The loss of the sword causes him to grimace in sympathy.

And just like that, Martyn turns the tables! Literally. The surprising force behind Martyn's next blow knocks him clean off his feet and sprawled out. Rowan blinks rapidly, staring up at the sky in a daze. "Okay, that wasn't supposed to happen either…" Should he have gotten more sleep? He picks himself back up and moves towards Martyn aggressively now, deciding being defensive wasn't working out for him!

From defense to offense, Martyn grins as he manages to knock down Rowan. "See, we've knocked each other down one time each. This seems fair, right?" It's said rather light-heartedly, waiting for the man to get up again, before moving forward again.

Success
Rowan checked his sword of 15, he rolled 11.
Success
Martyn checked his sword of 15, he rolled 5.
Rowan rolls 4d6 and gets (2 4 2 4) for a total of: (12)
Success
Martyn checked his dex of 12, he rolled 6.

Kamron glances over his shoulder to his squire, who is trying to carry a wooden axe, a helmet, and a sheathed, rebated sword all at the same time. He's succeeding… for now. Kamron gestures towards the fighters, "You see how holding on the defensive too long can be dangerous, Newt? You have to give your opponent something to worry about."

"I think I prefer it to be a little unfair in my favor," Sir Wylye replies as he makes a swing for the other's right shoulder. The blade connects, though there's not a lick of actual damage dealt. He moves back to put some room between them for their next clash, knowing full well he needed to be careful if he wanted to pull out what he previously thought was going to be a quick victory.

"Don't we all?" Martyn replies, grimacing momentarily at the it to his shoulder. Waiting a few moments before attacking again, knowing this would be the end of the little duel.

Success
Rowan checked his sword of 15, he rolled 14.
Failed.
Martyn checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 18.
Rowan rolls 4d6 and gets (4 1 6 5) for a total of: (16)
Success
Martyn checked his Dex of 12, he rolled 6.

Rowan advances swiftly and manages to get past Martyn's shield, if only barely, to nick him on the chest and secure his victory. He parts from the Baverstock once the victor becomes clear, giving the other man a firm nod. "A good, close match." He lowers his blade and peers thoughtfully over his shield. "An introduction is in order, at the very least. I am Sir Rowan de Wylye. You fought very well, Sir."
GAME: Save complete.

He really tried to get that last hit in, but as he does, he's unable to avoid that hit from Rowan. Stepping back, Martyn offers a nod. "A close one for sure. Well fought, and congratulations, Sir." At the introduction, he offers a nod and a bit of a smile. "Sir Martyn de Baverstock."

Kamron reaches forward to clap his mailed hand against the front of his shield in armored applause as the match ends, "Well fought, both of you. Neatly done indeed." Sir Roawn, Sir Martyn, excellently done on both sides." Spreading his hand on his chest, he introduces himself, "Sir Kamron de Dinton, if either of you are interested in testing yourself against an axe for a little practice before the Saxons this summer." At least, he presumes they'll be going after Saxons this summer.

"Ahh," he remarks to Martyn, then Rowan's brown eyes flicker away from Martyn to regard their spectator and his squire. He purses his lips thoughtfully and nods. "I will be happy to duel you, Sir Kamron. You favor the axe, yes?" He was present when Elrick introduced Isyld to Kamron, and it was a note he had thoughtfully stored in the recesses of his mind.

Turning to look to Kamron as well, Martyn smiles, "Ah, one of our neighbors." Nodding a little as he hears the conversation righ now. "If you feel up to it, Sir Kamron. I will be happy to face you after Sir Rowan here has done so."

Kamron reaches out with his right hand, and Newt slaps the haft of the wooden axe into his palm. "I do indeed." Hefting the weapon, he nods, "So long as you don't mind." Martyn's addition causes him to chuckle, "Indeed, Sir Martyn. So long as Sir Rowan here does not dent in my skull or anything like that." The words are spoken with a grin, and a helpless shrug. Newt reaches up (he doesn't have to reach far, already taller than Kam at 15) and places the knight's helmet on the man's head. The squire steps back, and Kamron brings his shield around to his front, "At your ready, Sir Rowan."

Rowan watches Kamron get fitted by his squire passively. He hefts his own shield and blade when it appears Kamron is ready. "This ought to be enlightening," he muses outloud. Very rarely did he go up against someone who looked smaller than he was! And wielded an axe, to boot. He advances on Kamron more cautiously than he did with Martyn, for a variety of reasons. "Ready…"

Success
Rowan checked his sword of 15, he rolled 1.
Success
Kamron checked his axe at 15, he rolled 5.
Kamron rolls 4d6 and gets (1 2 3 1) for a total of: (7)

Martyn chuckles as he hears that, moving to the side so he can watch the happenings now.

Kamron allows Rowan to make his initial advance, remaining still with his left side toward the other knight, shield up and hiding his axe from view. At the last moment, he steps forward, pushing his shield into Rowan's and looping the axe up and over, aiming to strike at the man's left shoulder over the impacted shield.

The sudden lashing seems and the direction of the blow seems to catch him off guard and he is too late to block. Kamron's strike is successful, landing soundly on his left shoulder. He moves away under the impact, but the pain was minimal, thankfully. Rowan opts not to give Kamron additional distance and moves forward promptly, seeking to lash out at him just as suddenly, but not truly aiming at one spot in particular.

Failed.
Rowan checked his sword of 15, he rolled 18.
Success
Kamron checked his axe at 15, he rolled 12.
Success
Kamron rolls 4d6 and gets (2 2 5 2) for a total of: (11)
Success
Rowan checked his dex of 14, he rolled 9.

Kamron brings his shield up as Rowan lashes out at him, sidestepping to his left and battering the other man's attack aside. He follows up with a quick pair of attacks, the first aiming the head of his axe at the right side of Wylye's shield, and then jabbing straight forward with the top of the axe, aiming to strike directly into the center of the other man's chest.

This was not going well, Rowan thinks to himself. An axe did not hit nor swing like a sword, so it was difficult for him to anticipate or counter, and it shows. His attack is uselessly batted away, leaving him open a second time, and getting him walloped square in the chest. The wind is nearly knocked out of him but the Wylye proves to be nimble on his feet. He stops just short of falling over and he now seems very inclined to keep the new distance between him and the Dinton. This certainly was enlightening, but the frown fixed on his face suggests he didn't entirely enjoy it!

Success
Kamron checked his axe at 15, he rolled 6.
Success
Rowan checked his sword of 15, he rolled 3.
Kamron rolls 4d6 and gets (6 4 3 4) for a total of: (17)
Failed.
Rowan checked his dex of 14, he rolled 19.

The invitation to advance is taken up without hesitation. Kamron feints another step to his left, and then moves straight in, his axe looping up and trying to hook over the top of the other man's shield. And then the Dinton uses his own shield offensively, aiming to slam the front edge of his shield into Rowan's chest or shoulder.

This 'new' tactic works for Rowan just as well as the previous, when Kamron unconventionally uses his axe to distractingly block then his shield to last the winning blow! The Wylye knight fails to catch himself this time and he topples over once Kamron's shield connects against his shoulder and knocks him off balance. The other man stays on the ground for a few long, thoughtful moments, before finally admitting, "Well done, Sir Kamron. I'll remember that one." He gets to his feet easily and dusts himself off, looking to the Dinton's next opponent expectantly.

Watching the fight happening, Martyn offers a brief grin. "Well done," he offers, along with a nod.

Kamron shifts his axe to his left hand with his shield, offering out his right to help Rowan up, "Excellent. That's part of the reason I use the axe. It's a favorite Saxon tactic a well." If the Wylye accepts the help up, Kam leans back to haul the other man to his feet, "Well fought, Sir Rowan. You certainly made me work for it." He takes a moment to breath, rolling his shoulders, then looks to Martyn and gathers his axe back up into his right hand, "On your ready, Sir Martyn."

Rowan arches a brow, not looking convinced of Kamron's assertion that he did well, but doesn't feel compelled to protest. "May the best knight win," he offers to Martyn as he passes by. He stops to watch from outside of the ring, along with the others within the area.

Martyn chuckles as he hears what's said. Moving into position, he only takes a few moments to get ready, offering another grin to Sir Kamron. "Ready."

Success
Kamron checked his axe at 15, he rolled 10.
Success
Martyn checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 7.
Kamron rolls 4d6 and gets (3 3 6 1) for a total of: (13)
Success
Martyn checked his dex of 12, he rolled 9.

Kamron advances in a rush as Martyn calls his ready, his steps quick and short. His shield lifts up, interposing itself between any incoming blow from his left, and then his axe spins in his hand, looping under in a short, sharp, rising sweep toward Martyn's stomach.

Trying to block the incoming strike, Martyn doesn't succeed. "Well struck," he offers, grimacing a bit as he does. Stepping back a little to gather himself, he moves forward again.

Critical Fail!
Kamron checked his axe at 15, he rolled 20.
Success
Martyn checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 5.
Martyn rolls 4d6 and gets (4 2 5 3) for a total of: (14)
Success
Kamron checked his dex at 13, he rolled 11.

Kamron flows through onto the defensive as he makes the touch and Martyn counter-attacks. This time he brings his axe up to counter the incoming blow, trying to guide it aside… and even Martyn's rebated blade knocks the wooden head clean off the haft. The blow comes through his attempt to parry and continues on, striking him hard enough to draw an intake of breath and tightening Kam's lips between his teeth. He staggers back but keeps his feet, holding out a hand behind him, "Newt!" The squire is used to this by now, however, and is prepared. The hilt of the rebated sword the Newton youth carries is slapped into Kam's extended palm, although whether Martyn will give him time to recover is up to the Baverstock. "Neatly done, Sir Martyn."

Managing to get in that strike, Martyn steps back a bit. Giving the Dinton time to recover, he offers a brief smile. "Thank you." And then, moving forward again.

Failed.
Kamron checked his sword at 10, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Martyn checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 19.

Kamron draws out the rebated blade, circling slowly to his left as he hefts the weapon, reminding his arm what it feels like compared to the axe and trying to gather himself for the proper responses once more. And then he's on the assault, sword circling up high to come down and clash on Martyn's shield, soaking up the other man's own blow with his own defenses as he tries to press the attack against the taller knight.

With the hits blocked by shields both ways, Martyn offers a brief grin, but doesn't say anything, as he moves forward, trying for another attack now.

Success
Kamron checked his sword at 10, he rolled 7.
Failed.
Martyn checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 19.
Kamron rolls 4d6 and gets (1 5 1 5) for a total of: (12)
Failed.
Martyn checked his dex of 12, he rolled 16.

Continuing to press forward, Kamron whips the sword around over his head to change its trajectory, battering it once against the right side of Martyn's shield and then aiming a thrust in the wake of the impact, trying to stab him in the ribs in the wake of the strike, his shield held high at his left shoulder to soak up any counter-strike.

There's a brief grimace as his strike is blocked, and the other's strike hits. "Well struck," Martyn offers, stepping back a bit again. Waiting.

Success
Kamron checked his sword at 10, he rolled 8.
Success
Martyn checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 13.
Martyn rolls 4d6 and gets (1 3 4 6) for a total of: (14)
Success
Kamron checked his dex at 13, he rolled 10.

Kamron steps back as Martyn staggers back, waiting for him to regain his ready and nodding in response to the compliment. And then he's on the offensive again, stepping in with shield held at the ready once more, and his sword looping up and over, trying to make a similar strike as he did with his axe, over the shield and into the shoulder. Unfortunately, a sword just doesn't quite work like that, and he just gets shield, the hard strike drawing his shield a little too far ahead and slightly out of position.

Moving forward, Martyn gets the shield up in place, while slashing a bit lower himself. Smiling a bit as he steps back momentarily, he moves forward once more, trying to not give his opponent too much time to recover now.

Success
Kamron checked his sword at 10, he rolled 5.
Critical Success!
Martyn checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 15.
Martyn rolls 8d6 and gets (6 4 4 1 6 5 2 1) for a total of: (29)

Kamron could really have used another moment to recover, working in a second straight match and with a less-familiar weapon. But that's how combat goes, even friendly combat. You don't get a breather just because you could use one. At least this time he gets his shield up in time, along with another sword-blow to Martyn's shield, but the other man's strike is too hard, too precise, and it sends him staggering to his right, over-balancing and going down to one knee, bracing himself with his sword hand. The Dinton knight shakes his head, raising his voice slightly to allow, "That's three. You have this one, Sir Martyn. Well-fought."

Applause emanates from the sidelines, with Rowan contributing to it. "I'm victorious over Sir Martin, Sir Kamron is victorious over me, and Sir Martin is victorious over Sir Kamron. Interesting how that works," he notes as he places his hand on his waist casually. "I suppose we all still have something to learn. Well done, both of you."

At least the tactic of not giving Kamron the time to recover pays off. Martyn smiles momentarily as he manages to get the other man to the ground. Nodding as he hears the words, he offers a nod as he lowers his weapon. "Well fought, Sir Kamron. Especially since you had to change the weapon as we went." Smiling as he looks to Rowan as well. "That's the most important thing about this, finding out what we have to improve."

Kamron rises up from his kneel, waiting with rebated sword in hand as Newt goes scurrying after the head and haft of the axe. A very dry chuckle lifts from within the man's helmet at Martyn's words, "I'm getting used to it, unfortunately. I'm starting to think that I'm lucky that Picts and Saxons do not usually wield swords, because my axe ends up in pieces after about every other match." When Newt returns to his side, Kam sheathes the sword and pulls off his helmet, handing it to Newt… who promptly drops all four items he's trying to hold. Kamron chuckles softly, shrugging a little helplessly, then looks back to the other two knights, "Indeed. All of these matches should hopefully make us better able to defend the people of our lands."

"I have discovered I need to defend myself better against axes, evidently. Especially if I'm going to be fighting any Saxons," Rowan says with a nod. "I thank you both for your time, but I must go for now. I look forward to seeing you again in the near future." He turns and throws a wave at his fellow knights as he moves away from the duel area and towards the marketplace.

"Hopefully that will be the result of it," Martyn replies to the prt about them hopefully being better at defending their lands. "I should be going too. Thank you both for the challenges," he offers, with a smile.

"Part of the reason I use one, Sir Rowan. God be with you both." Kamron nods to each man in turn as Newt picks up the helmet, weapon, and parts of the weapon, carefully sets the helm and sword aside, then starts to work putting the axehead back on the haft.


It is still several days before the start of the Grand Melee, and spring remains bright and brilliant over Carlion. Knights and squires are scattered around the tournament grounds, gathered in little clusters to watch and to participate in challenges. Ladies and handmaids and esquires are scattered through the crowds as well, observing the actions of the warriors.

For his part, Sir Kamron de Dinton watches one of the matches idly, his gaze going through the two swordsmen clashing before him. There is a whirl and shiver of steel striking steel, but the Dinton does not even flinch, for all that his tall, gangly squire jerks sharply in alarm, nearly dropping the practice axe and bucket helm he carries. Kamron sighs heavily, the faintest of smiles curling up one corner of his lips.
Acwel pages Kamron and Heulwen: Hahahahaha.

Some people do train, but not for the Grand Melee. Idris is here for personal challenges, perhaps to warm him up for the rough bouts of jousting he is about to partake. Never one for the chaos of the melees, he fancies himself better off showcasing his lance skills in front of a delirious crowd. The Bodenham walks into the field, shield strapped to his arm, and draws a sword, looking for challengers. Of course.

Failed.
Kamron checked his heraldry at 5, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Kamron checked his recognize at 5, he rolled 14.

Failed.
Idris checked his heraldry of 3, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Idris checked his recognize of 3, he rolled 19.

For his part, Kamron would probably keep staring off into the distance through the competitors, lost in whatever happy daydream was distracting him. Luckily, Jonnin de Newton is more on his toes (and not lost in the throes of amor fine). Spotting the Bodenham, he gives his knight a nudge, waits for a response, doesn't get one, then gives another, harder nudge. Kamron stumbles bit, blinking sharply and looking over to Newt, "What? What?" The repetition comes when Newt's mouth works, failing to find words. And then the squire bends down to whisper in his knight's ear, and Kamron seems to gather himself, looking over in the direction indicated by the squire. Nodding a little to himself, he claps Newt on the shoulder, "Neatly done, Newt," takes the wooden practice axe up, and approaches Idris, "Greetings. My squire here mentioned that he's seen you handling your business quite well in these challenges. Would you be against taking a turn in the ring against an axe?" He's always careful to ask that, because some sword-wielders get oh-so-particular, as do some of those with very nicely painted shields (Kamron's own is more than a little dinged up, he'll get it repainted for the melee).

Well, Idris' shield certainly looks like it's been through a gauntlet and a half, the Bodenham coat of arms almost completely damaged out of the knight's tool-of-trade. His own squire sits by with a fresh replacement, but the son of Griffon and Key shakes his head to Gwyn de Falt, his sister-in-law's little cousin. "I have been trying to get in as many fights as I can, Sir, so I would not mind at all. Perhaps it will give me some experience against other axemen in the future, after all." Drifting further into the field, the Bodenham stops once he's found a corner he can have his challenge with Kamron without the meddling of other duelling knights.

Kamron nods his response to the Bodenham's words, "Indeed. I often think that have the point of wielding an axe is to provide practice for my fellow knights for when they face the weapon in Saxon or Pictish hands. The other half, of course, is understanding the weapon better myself." To say nothing of the fact that it's actually useful for something besides hitting people with, unlike a sword. Not that a knight would ever do anything as demeaning as actual work. Following the Bodenham over to the chosen cleared space, Kamron turns to his squire, "Newt, the helmet please." The young man sets the bucket helm atop his knight's head, and then unslings the rebated sword from his back. He's needed to provide it for his knight so many times already this tourney, he wants to be ready if it's necessary again. Kamron settles helm, axe, and shield in place, rolling his shoulders, and then nods his helmeted head, "At your ready, sir."

Balancing the sword against his grip, Idris points the blade towards Kamron and takes a few steps back, drawing in a breath and committing to the situation at hand. Then, when given the ready, he dashes forward, bringing the sword back and then forwards in an arc, hoping to strike the Dinton on the torso with a deft opening strike.

Critical Fail!
Idris checked his sword of 15, he rolled 20.
Success
Kamron checked his axe at 15, he rolled 5.
Kamron rolls 4d6 and gets (1 6 6 1) for a total of: (14)

Kamron advances into the other man's strike, powering his shield up and into the attack, trying to knock the blow — or his opponent's arm — aside to clear the way for him to sweep the wooden blade of his practice axe down toward the man's right shoulder or bicep with a short, sharp blow. When it becomes clear that the Bodenham has lost his grip on his weapon, Kamron draws back again, clashing wooden axe to the rim of his shield as he waits for the other man to re-arm.

It would have been an effective attack had Idris not lost his grip on the sword. When Kamron hits him on the shoulder, the Bodenham nods once, reaching to grab the weapon from the ground and stalking towards the Dinton once again. This time, however, despite the advance he is on the defensive, the sword kept at a middle position.

Success
Kamron checked his axe at 15, he rolled 12.
Failed.
Idris checked his sword of 15, he rolled 17.
Kamron rolls 4d6 and gets (4 2 2 5) for a total of: (13)

Kamron watches his opponent advance more cautiously, and so he takes the offensive, stepping forward to meet the much taller man. He feints a direct shield-slam right into the other man's body, and then slips around to his left with a couple of quick, shuffling sideways steps to clear him of the Bodenham's shield so that he can chop a vertical, downward blow with his axe at the man's right arm or chest.

"Good one, Sir Kamron," Idris has fallen right into the feint of the shield slam, unable to parry the axe blow to his right arm. It hurts, and the Bodenham lets out a grunt, but he keeps himself focused on the fight at hand. Instead of going on the defensive now, however, he opts to go for outright aggression, with a set of quick slashes intended to set the other man back, one on the shoulder, another on the chest.

Success
Idris checked his sword of 15, he rolled 8.
Success
Kamron checked his axe at 15, he rolled 8.

Kamron nods slightly as his second blow strikes home, and then he is being forced onto the defensive by the taller man's flurry of blows. He catches the first on his shield, the second on his axe's haft, just under the head… and that oft-repaired head goes flying off once again, leaving Kam with just the haft. He speeds up his retreat, tossing aside the handle and calling back, "Newt, sword!" The hilt of the rebated blade is offered out to the knight by his squire, provided, of course, he has time to grasp it.

He does have, because Idris is chivalrous about such things. Victory in cowardice is not, after all, his thing. He lifts his blade, however, readying to strike at the Dinton as soon as he is armed, rushing forward. This time, it's a jab, but it is not meant to pierce through the man's shoulder, rather, it is to send the edge to run over the chainmail at Kamron's shoulder.

Success
Idris checked his sword of 15, he rolled 8.
Failed.
Kamron checked his sword at 10, he rolled 16.
Idris rolls 5d6 and gets (1 1 6 6 3) for a total of: (17)
Failed.
Kamron checked his dex at 13, he rolled 17.

Kamron draws the less-familiar weapon from the sheath held by his squire, and is immediately trying to twist away from the renewed assault by the Bodenham. The attempt is less than successful, though, and the strike hits home on his right shoulder, unbalancing him as his feet try to keep up with his body, and he slips down onto his back. His shield comes up immediately, and he is only down a moment before he begins scrambling to his feet. As his opponent allows him the time to stand, he nods his head in thanks, "Well struck and honorably, sir."

"If you were a Saxon, that would not happen, of course," Idris flashes a grin at Kamron, bringing his sword up in a smooth motion as he uses his shield to slam at the Dinton, stopping at the last moment to let the blade finish its course instead. It is only then that the shield might impact the Dinton, as part of a two-pronged strike likely meant to topple an opponent.

Success
Idris checked his sword of 15, he rolled 12.
Failed.
Kamron checked his sword at 10, he rolled 15.
Idris rolls 5d6 and gets (3 6 4 4 1) for a total of: (18)
Failed.
Kamron checked his dex at 13, he rolled 16.

Kamron's own grin is invisible within his helmet, but his chuckle echoes within audibly enough, "Of course. I would expect no less." The motion of his sword to counter the Bodenham's assault would have worked neatly if he were still wielding an axe, catching the blow in the cradle between haft and head and guiding it aside. Unfortunately, Kamron is no longer wielding an axe, and the sword slips off his blade and strikes home, setting him off-balance already for the shield slam, which drives him down to a knee. Once again, his shield comes up first, and then he does, shaking out his right arm as he rises.

Once Kamron is up again, Idris dashes forward to strike once more, this time a lower strike, meant to hit the man at the hip. The shield is brought up and sent bearing down on the shorter knight; it seems the Bodenham opts to use the defensive object as a proxy weapon of a sorts. Certainly not the first, but not the last, either.

Success
Idris checked his sword of 15, he rolled 13.
Failed.
Kamron checked his sword at 10, he rolled 18.
Idris rolls 5d6 and gets (2 1 1 1 4) for a total of: (9)

The continued attacks keep Kamron off-balance, and while he parries the sword-blow and even brings his own blade up and over, attempting to slash into the Bodenham's shoulder over his shield. Unfortunately, that attack works better with an axe than a sword, and it works even better when you're not getting body-slammed time and time again with a shield. He stumbles back, and although he retains his feet, he shifts shield and sword alike out of the line of attack, "And three. I believe that you have this match, Sir. My thanks for the experience."

"My thanks to you, Sir Kamron," Idris replies, sheathing his sword and offering to exchange shakes with the man. "Your axe strikes are rather strong, and I should keep this in mind when I see myself in a fight against an axeman I /want/ to kill, for once." He grins again, offering a salute to the other man with his free hand. "Well fought."

Kamron hands the sword back to his squire, then steps forward to clasp the other man's arm, "I didn't get the opportunity, but also watch out for them catching your shield with the head of their axe and pulling. It's a common tactic against targets with shields." Apparently he is serious about training others in how to defeat axemen, even if that includes himself.

Nodding to that, Idris seems to take note of these tactics later. So he returns with advice of his own, "When I am making a frontal strike, depending on the position I swing from, I might be feinting and going for your side instead. Cleaving into the ribs is sometimes just as effective as slashing someone on the chest."

Kamron nods head helmeted head slowly, "Quite. It's a favorite tactic of mine with the axe as well. Apparently, I am rusty on how it works with a sword. Again, thank you, sir." Pulling off his helm, he hands it to his squire, "If you'll excuse me," a gesture toward the pieces of his axe suggest what he is about to do, and then he's off to repair the practice weapon — or make his squire do so.

"Of course." And Idris is removing his helmet, drifting towards a young man in Bodenham livery. Likely his squire. He's wobbling a fair bit, though. "Gwyn…" There is this whole menacing tone coming from the Bodenham as he approaches the de Falt boy, "…getting drunk with the barmaids again?" And that earns a scuffle to the back of Gwyn's head. "Come on, you have a lot of training to do."

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