Fencing Match #7
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FENCING MATCH # 7This match includes..
Diana RobertsAlfie Owen
@Diana Roberts || Y2 || Human || Hogwarts
STA: 5| EVA: 7| STR: 1
WIS: 10| ARC: 6| ACC: 6
Department of Mysteries | Cabin of the Silent Archives
@Alfie Owen || Y1 || Human || Hogwarts
STA: 6| EVA: 6| STR: 2
WIS: 7| ARC: 4| ACC: 5
Department of Mysteries | Cabin of the Mysterious BadassesFencing was an unfamiliar sport for the Wizarding world. Although the idea of it was always bound by aristocrats or people who had significant taste, which may not seem that unfamiliar after all. It is more than hitting targets, as Fencing is often called "chess at the speed of light." Every attack is a question; every parry is an answer.
On the other half of the training area, significantly separated from the others by a series of low wooden barriers, lies the fencing area. Two narrow strips of packed earth, measuring 14 meters long and 2 meters wide, make up the perfect setup for an intense match. Surrounding this are carefully placed boundary markers, placed around each strip. The piste serves its purpose, and there the match will begin.
The crowd circled at a distance around the match. Where the players took their steps onto the fencing strip, each opposite the other. The tension was hard not to give away. Each held their foil.
Avery took position between them. Raising her hand.
“En Garde!”
Each student poised themselves into position.
“Ready?”
A pause.
“And Begin!”
Rules IC
- This match will follow the foil fencing discipline.
- Donning full protective gear is mandatory.
- Weapons must be kept pointed down when not fencing.
- Touches are only scored by the tip of the blade.
- The target area is the athlete's torso (both front and back).
- The right of way rule will be followed, i.e., if both fencers land a touch at the same time, priority will be given to the attacker and they will score a point.
OOC Note:
- All site rules apply to this activity.
- You must NOT RP causing physical injuries to another character.
- All fencing rules must be followed.
- Each deadline shall last for 3 days (72 hrs).
- There shall be no use of magic in this activity.
- The points earned through this activity will NOT affect your actual stats.
- You will be shortly owled regarding the Offensive and Defensive rolls.
- Your posts must be 200 words min.
Fencing Match #7
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Fencing Match #7
Alfie had never held a fencing foil. It was much lighter than he expected, and rather whippy. He extended it experimentally in the pose he’d seen others use. It made him think of his childhood (a few years ago when he was an actual child, not the mature eleven-year-old he was today).| Date: 04 August 2026 || Word Count: 403 |
He had always enjoyed tales of chivalry. His folks bought him books about Arthur and the knights of the round table, as well as Spanish tales in the same tradition, with his favorite, Amadis of Gaul. Naturally he’d played at sword fighting any time he’d found a stick or rod of the appropriate length. He’d decided he was too old for it a couple of years back so it had been a while since he’d held any sort of sword-shaped thing in his hand, (unless you counted his wand, and considering how short his wand was, Alfie did not count it).
A fencing foil was nothing like a sword, not really, but it was quite a bit like the sticks he played with as a child. He had a perverse desire to wave the foil around and whack things with it. He restrained himself, of course, because he was a mature eleven-year-old. He was far too self-conscious to make a spectacle of himself when anyone was watching, and of course there were people watching now.
He lowered the foil and examined the tip. He wondered just how sharp the pointy end was and how much it might hurt to be stuck with it. Not too much he decided, so pain was not something he should worry about. He was nervous, just the same. Alfie hated doing things in public he was not good at, and he had no reason to believe he was going to be good at this.
Alfie sighed and took his position. It was his fault for signing up for fencing. He’d just been so bored and fencing had sounded like the most interesting choice. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. Perhaps his opponent had never fenced before either. It couldn’t be as bad as boxing had been. If he failed no one was going to punch him in the face.
There’s a positive thought, that is.
His eyes flicked between the moderator and his opponent, waiting for the signal. As soon as it was given his opponent advanced.
Alfie’s only thought was, ‘Don’t let her hit you’.
Alfie Wyn Owen
Y1 || Human || Hogwarts
STA: 6| EVA: 6| STR: 2
WIS: 7| ARC: 4| ACC: 5
Department of Mysteries | Cabin of the Mysterious Badasses
Action: as strategized
Fencing Match #7
ROUND 1
Diana RobertsAlfie Owen
STA: 5| EVA: 7| STR: 1
WIS: 10| ARC: 6| ACC: 6
OFFENSIVE
Points: 1
STA: 6| EVA: 6| STR: 2
WIS: 7| ARC: 4| ACC: 5
DEFENSIVE
Points: 0
Reducio
Diana's Action: Feint
DC 12
Rolls: 1d20+WIS= 13+10= 23
Success
Alfie's Action: Retreat
DC 12
Rolls: 1d20+EVA= 11+6= 17
Success
23>17, Point to Diana
Diana's Action: Feint
DC 12
Rolls: 1d20+WIS= 13+10= 23
Success
Alfie's Action: Retreat
DC 12
Rolls: 1d20+EVA= 11+6= 17
Success
23>17, Point to Diana
Avery watched intently as both the players— Diana and Alfie took their places, foils steady in hand, confidence etched across their faces. Avery was intrigued to find out what this match would bring.
As she uttered the words "Begin!", Diana surged forward with much confidence, her footwork quick and precise. She charged at her opponent attempting a hit, but Alfie stepped back quickly, executing a Retreat, the blades clanking slightly as they broke contact. Just when it seemed that he had dodged successfully, Diana unwaveringly shifted her foil to the other side catching him off guard before he could regain his composure. It seemed the girl had planned to play her opponent all along. Her blade had found its mark, showcasing a successful Feint.
"Halt!, called Avery, "Touch left", she said, her tone crisp and certain, pointing towards Diana. Avery had quite enjoyed this round. She had noticed the players' remarkable stances, the way they held their ground with practiced discipline. Her anticipation for the next rounds increased. This match had already become one that was worth watching. Her voice echoed, "En Garde!", the players regained their positions. She gave the commands, "Pret...", letting out a slight breath, she added, "Allez!"
Information
- You have 3 days (72 hrs) from now to write your posts. (200 words min.)
- You will be alternating sides. Whichever your side you are on, (Offensive/Defensive) will be switched to the opposite for the next round.
- Failure to do so will lead to a void action.
- Within the time period, send your moderator Chatt Auclair/Avery Abernathy an owl regarding your chosen action.
- Any questions, concerns or if you've spotted a mistake, do not keep it to yourself. Please owl your moderator regarding this.
- Most importantly, have fun!
For convenience, spectators are able to post freely after the match has concluded. We will not be making a separate individual thread.
Fencing Match #7
Alfie felt a rush of excitement as the signal to start was given. This turned to elation for the few seconds in which he believed that his quick footwork had allowed him to avoid his partner's foil. He was grinning even as her blade shifted under his outstretched arm and he felt a light but distinct jab through the padding of his vest. Glancing down he saw a small dot of red appear on the fabric where her sword had touched him. Clever girl, he thought ruefully.
A halt was called and the words "Touch left", confirming what he already knew.
Alfie did his best to revive his initial smile and try to hide his disappointment. If you are going to lose, he thought, it's best to at least appear to be magnanimous. No point being a git about it. .
"Fair play!" he called out pleasantly. "Have you done this before or do you just have a knack for it?"
Alfie resumed his starting position, releasing his breath slowly to calm himself, as he waited for signal to start again. It was time to go on the offensive. He was conscious that he'd have be faster this time and not relax his guard until he was sure a point had been scored.
A halt was called and the words "Touch left", confirming what he already knew.
Alfie did his best to revive his initial smile and try to hide his disappointment. If you are going to lose, he thought, it's best to at least appear to be magnanimous. No point being a git about it. .
"Fair play!" he called out pleasantly. "Have you done this before or do you just have a knack for it?"
Alfie resumed his starting position, releasing his breath slowly to calm himself, as he waited for signal to start again. It was time to go on the offensive. He was conscious that he'd have be faster this time and not relax his guard until he was sure a point had been scored.