The Houses of Healing

[Ilmare]

Ilmare driven out of the door on the street and hard attacked by the full strength of Aragorn had not many choice than to try to deflect his blows. The strikes were forcefull and nearly broke her swordarm, battering on her with all his wrath. She couldn't match him in muscle force, so the only thing to do was to be quicker as he. Driven by his momentum his full strength hit in merely one direction and Ilmare darted aside to let his strike run into free air and aimed atself her blade towards his waist.

(OOC: are you full armed or not, I forgot, Ilmare isn't armed except a mailshirt and a harnish)

[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren gasped, pinned against the stone wall in suprise. She herself was unarmed and wore no protection. All the Istari could to was watch as the two dueled.

[Saeros]

He rode down the hill from the citadel to the houses of healing. He was told, that he could find Lord Aragorn on this place, caring for his wounded wife. And now he came close to the stables of Minas Tirith and saw the King in a swordfight. He stoped his mount and looked at the fight with curiousity.

[Envin]

{No, he's fresh from Harad - it's surprising he survived Murz - he has only his steel mail beneath his leather shirt and breeches, with Anduril and his knife.)


Aragorn's stroke flew wide straight ahead as the snake darted from beneath him, and the force of his blow carried him forward. Ilmare's sword reached his side, but his sturdy mail turned the glancing stroke, though the force of it drove the steel rings through his leather jerkin and into his flesh. He growled and back away a pace, calming his mind, for he knew that he must not lose himself to his emotions, and keep a cool head during the struggle. He spun Anduril above him, and brought it down at Ilmare's head, though at the last moment he turned the blade aside, swung it around his right side, spun, and came full force from the side high at Ilmare's head, while his right leg spun fast to kick her low in the knee.

[Ilmare]

The kick in her knee probably safed Ilmares life this time, while she fell like a stone and dived this way below the mighty sword, so it just shaving a plaque of her upper head off and blood was pouring over her face. She rolled to the side, to avoid the Kings final strike and aimed at jumping to her feet again for his knees. The one of her own, he had kicked so forcely,was weak when she landed and lowered her speed.

[vanya]

Arwen woke up from her sleep and saw the staff hanging at the windows. She asked them what there was to see and somebody said: "The King, my Lady. He fights Lady Ilmare!" Arwen hurried out of her bed, throw a cloak over her nightdress and came to the window. She saw Aragorn on the street and run out of the door to be closer to the fight.

[Envin]

Aragorn snarled at her duck, though he was pleased to have bloodied her so soon. He turned as she fell, and his keen eyes saw her blade singing toward his legs. He turned into a short flip, barely clearing her sword, and rolled some few feet away, his head smarting from a resounding thump upon the pavement, but he sprang up with his teeth set, and advanced slowly upon Ilmare, taking care to maintain his guard. He would not attack this round, but allow her to trap herself.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare couldn't see much anymore, the blood was flooding into her eyes. She cried and charged straight forward, in the hope he would just try to block. But than she swing her bade upward left in the try to cut his throat.

[Envin]

But Aragorn was not to be fooled so simply. Easily, almost as lazily as a child plays, he sidestepped her to his left, bringing Anduril around to that side as she charged, and as she passed, he swung the blade heavily about to his right, the sword unimpeded in its swift flight clean at the center of her back.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare felt that she was running into thin air, but the strike wasn't strong enough to spun her arond. Instead of following the move and uncover her back she stopped the swing with her second hand at the hilt and pulled it back the way it came from. The steel of the two swords slammed against each other and the power of Aragorns blow spun Ilmare surround on her heals a full turn. She used that momentum to withdraw her blade from Anduril and charge for his right chest.

[Envin]

Aragorn grunted as her sword grazed his chest, but managed to bring Anduril across in time to keep the blow from proving fatal. He brushed her blade away to his right side, then spun fully about with his blade outstretched, swinging at her right side. She brought up her sword easily, but as soon as they met he spun again, pushing off of her blade, and coming around to her back, where he aimed a heavy thrust at the rear of her neck.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare dropped instindtively down and rolled up over a shoulder, receiving a serious cut by Anduril when the longsword followed her movement. Wounded and weary she turned towards Aragorn, blood in her face and weak in her knees, but furious in her hate she brought up her sword again and charged forward. Her blade cut the air with a sirring sound, aiming for the left side of his waist.

[Envin]

Aragorn saw a chance, a small one though it be, and he acted upon his thoughts. He swung out his left arm to meet Ilmare's sword, his heavy bracers of studded leather grating sharply against her blade, which pierced the defense and cut deep into his arm. But with his strong right hand he had kept Anduril flying, and as Ilmare was distracted with her attack, he angled his greatsword heavily clean in a hack at her left arm right below her shoulder.

[Ilmare]

Deep run the steel of Anduril into her flesh and bone. The wave of weakness nearly hit Ilmare from her feet. She raised once more her sword against the king, desperately searching for a lack in his defence. The wounds slowed her down all to much. She turned around and swept with her sword another strike against his chest, but twisted the blade in the last moment and pulled it upwards along his side aiming for his exposed armpit.

[Envin]

Her blade scraped up the side of Anduril as she knocked it away, and the bitter bite of her sword drave into the soft flesh beneath Aragorn's left arm, e'en though he spun away to avoid her. He began to bleed and drip red drops upon the pavement, for the wound was rather deep; his arm was still intact, though nearly lifeless. Therefore, he gritted his teeth and gripped all the tighter upon the hilts of Anduril with his right hand, stepped back a pace again, and allowed her to advance upon him.