((Keep in mind what Udyr said: Hurts more than the face of the sun. You didn't headbutt the beast man, so how would he know how hard your face hits?))

Shyvana would not waver. She put the full force of her body into maintaining her balance, pressing metal against metal. Suddenly, she stomped hard on Tekun's foot, and followed up with an upward slash.

It was at a time like this that Tekun was glad he had thought ahead and wore that steel toed boot and shin guard combination. Tekun felt a hard pressure on his foot but could largely stomach the pain that it caused Had he no protection, he would be sure he’d have a broken foot. There was another scrape that resounded from the strike as he blocked her strike. His torso was pressed back. His other foot forced back to maintain balance.

Just a little longer…he felt a second wind coming.

Dervish : Cooldown – UP!
Crippling Blow: Cooldown – 1 Post.
Runeic Flash: Cooldown – 1 Post
Force of Will: Cooldown – 18 Post.
Fatigued: Duration – 1 Post.
[Fatigue: 150/150]

Shyvana grew frustrated with her opponent's relentless turtling. She let out a draconic growl as her strike was blocked yet again. This time, however, she followed up with another stash from her free hand, aiming for her opponent's shoulder.

Tekun felt himself revitalized for a moment a took advantage of that spurt in energy. He pressed himself forward and reeled the blade back before swinging. He realized that as he swung his shoulder tore and that he had left himself vulnerable. The stab to the shoulder would be damning if she didn’t drop after this.

The blade followed through as blood sloshed to the ground. His legs quivered and barely held the warrior up. His blow was aimed for where her body was exposed on her ruined Breastplate. He just needed to win this trade off before he let himself drop to his knees.

Crippling Blow: Cooldown – UP!
Crippling Blow: Cost – 30 Fatigue Cooldown – 3 Post.
Last Ditch – Tekun deals an additional 8% of an opponents max health in physical damage.
Runeic Flash: Cooldown – UP!
Force of Will: Cooldown – 18 Post.
Fatigued: Duration – OVER!
Fatigued: Duration – 7 Post.
[Fatigue: 175/150]

Swain laughed as hard as he could.
''AHAHAHAHA! I expected that.''
With all his force Swain pushed her away again, turning back into his human form.
''But this is a stalemate. Unless I kill you, you will not stop. And as much as I would like to, that would cause unnecessary problems.''
It could not be seen do to the bandana over his mouth, but Swain smirking.
''Besides. I got what I wanted.
Let's call it a draw in my favor, shall we?''
With a laugh, Swain dropped into the ground, disappearing from the battlefield.

((Lasted way to long. Though I'd just end it...))

Shyvana instinctively moved to protect herself as the weapon was targeted at her exposed chest. Of all areas to target! The nerve of this Freljordian monster! Shyvana used her right gauntlet to parry the strike as best she could, but from the awkward positioning, the result was her gauntlet being shoved into her side. The weapon still protected her exposed flesh, though the awkward impact sent a shooting pain up her arm. She stumbled away, holding her arm.

She exhaled deeply, it sounding almost like a growl, and turned to face Tekun.

Tekun's legs gave out beneath him and he dropped into a one knee kneel. He gripped his zweihander yet and used the handle to support himself as the tip dug into the ground. That blow hadn't been enough to stop her. Dammit. On top of that his shoulder was becoming difficult to move. She was pressed away from him though. Perhaps he could still do something about this.


Crippling Blow: Cooldown – 2 Post.
Force of Will: Cooldown – 17 Post.
Fatigued: Duration – 6 Post.
[Fatigue: 175/150]

Pantheon strode out onto an empty arena, awaiting his opponent, Xin Zhao. The arena resembled a gladiatorial arena, with high stone walls, and a sand floor. Pantheon placed himself in the center of the arena, and scanned about the few entrances, looking for his opponent. In addition to his usual equipment, he carried on him a shortsword, to serve as a backup for his spear.

Shyvana glared down at Tekun, but she didn't advance. Her tone visibly lightened, if only slightly, though she still stood at the ready.

"Rise, or concede." Shyvana ordered, watching her opponent closely. "I will not attack a defenseless opponent.