"Now that you have finished this, can I get my duel?"
She asked with rather an impatient tone; it was clear as the sky that she was carving the fight... really rather similar to Hela and Sigmar, though she was far more restrained at the mont, which was sowhat surprising.
"Yes, but when I win, you will leave alone at least for a few weeks before you start pestering for another one."
I stated, and seeing her accept my proposal, I ntally sighed in relief. Knowing that it was essentially impossible to tell soone as battle-hungry as Esdeath to stop challenging for duels entirely, I just gave her a tispan during which she would leave alone.
"I like your confidence, but the winner is yet to be determined..."
After that, we went to one of the remote areas, far from the Icecrown Citadel Fortress City, mostly for this reason, so we could fight with all our might. I knew that Esdeath was sothing that was essentially called an AOE fighter; she couldn't showcase her entire power in place, which she couldn't damage.
Like in the Icecrown Citadel.
If we fought there, we could easily damage the city structures or destroy parts of it, which wouldn't be sothing very welco. Due to that, the Partas Tribe had another area for training, mainly used by the Tribesn who had far more destructive abilities that could affect large areas.
It was in a rather secluded place, far from the Icecrown Citadel, where they could, with their full power and without care for their surroundings. The training area where we arrived was essentially frozen tundra or sothing like that; one thing was sure, and nothing was growing here.
Which wasn't that surprising, as this place was destroyed far more than it should have been.
"Rules of engagent?"
I asked as we stood across from each other; I looked at General Esdeath Partas and asked, preparing for the combat, while she was too redying her saber for our already long-awaited duel.
"Nothing. I want to use my full power, as much as I want for you to use your own full power against in this duel."
She said to , as I grimaced a bit because while it seed that I was confident, the reality was a bit different, because my combat style typically revolved around the direct manipulation of the Laws, usage of Spells, or Magic Rules.
In fact, I was at rather a strong disadvantage, much to my taste; it was clear that she had more trump cards than I had. However, if there was one aspect in which she clearly lacked, it was experience.
Even though close combat was never my forte, I had several millennia to practice it, not to ntion that my dear beloved wife Hela would practically force to train with her every few days.
So, one could say that I was a true master in several weapons, martial arts, and close-quarter combat, but there was sothing that I lacked compared to beings like Hela. Their sense of combat when they wielded weapons was an instinctive feeling, sothing like another sense.
It was also sothing that I lacked and only learned due to my long life and experiences that I had. I was almost fourteen thousand years old or so; this was an advantage that the short-lived beings couldn't really match by themselves.
In the end, even though I had to admit that her talents in close-quarters combat were not enough for her to win against , I was physically far stronger and had far more experience.
Just by looking at her holding the saber, I was able to tell a lot about her combat style, which wasn't that hard considering the number of battles that I survived. Not to ntion, Hela taught how to read my opponents. Observing them just holding their weapons was rather useful in determining the first strike, which could often be crucial.
The best combat was the one that was won in just the first exchange.
That was sothing that Hela tried to drill in for years, and I had to admit that it was a really useful principle.
I got one of the Bladestaffs from the Partas Tribe; I had them manufacture it for , created from the best possible materials, as I needed rather advanced weaponry for my on the Fenran Rex IX.
"As you wish, then."
I said while giving her the opportunity for the first move.
However, to my surprise, Esdeath just remained standing there, looking at , at my weapon, and then once again at . It was rather smart of her, and I was right now caught off guard because I didn't really expect that she would do the sa thing as .
So, right now, it has co to a war of attrition.
Or patience.
Both of us were right now doing two things at the sa ti. One of them studied each other, while the second one forced the other one to act first, which ant that the one who didn't act as the first would obtain an advantage.
The feeling was torturous, but I could wait; I had far more patience, though I was beginning to understand how annoying this was. I could now understand why Hela was so angry every ti I did this, and this strategy worked very well.
After just ten minutes, I could see that the Heiress of the Partas Tribe already lost her concentration and patience and rushed towards with a saber in her right hand, and was cracking with Warp Energy.
'Her combat style is good, sharp, without wasted movents, but at the sa ti, it is relatively simple and predictable to a great degree. Soone who is also experienced enough could foretell her moves just by simple observation, coupled with many calculation capabilities...'
I analyzed her movents; it wasn't that hard; the combat style she was using was the sa that was generally used by the mbers of the Partas Tribe. Even then, it was a very practical combat style.
However, I could see there were so minor differences in the movent techniques and the way she was attacking, which were more refined than the thods used by the ordinary mbers of the Partas Tribe.
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