If you are actually asking which is better then I believe Cyrodiil is better.

A good defense makes good offense, and vice versa.

Neither, both are as good as the other. Without a good offense, a good defense is wasted and vice versa. If you focus purely on the power of weapons, then anyone able to attack you is likely to end you without worry, while having a good power of armor without being a good attacker means you'd likely wear yourself out trying to defeat your opponent. However, the better option is simply this: Live in peace and there will be no need for either power.

What if the Akavir was an Assassin, and utilized poisons along with a sharpened ebony dagger. Additionally, remaining hidden at almost all times, always on the prowl, and able to make a sneak attack, hitting something vital majority of the time. Could this concept prove to be feasible when matching up against a Cyrodiilian with sturdy armor?

BreakoutsV2 wrote What if the Akavir was an Assassin, and utilized poisons along with a sharpened ebony dagger. Additionally, remaining hidden at almost all times, always on the prowl, and able to make a sneak attack, hitting something vital majority of the time. Could this concept prove to be feasible when matching up against a Cyrodiilian with sturdy armor?

If the Imperial was wearing a full body armor, which would typically come from a strong focus on armor, one would not have exposed flesh for poison to thus enter the system, rendering a dagger of such useless regardless of sneaking prowess. Strong enough armor cannot be penetrated even by blades, I've seen documentaries in which genuine swords could not even pierce a basic metal armor, merely denting it which is the main source of injury for a knight/armored warrior.

Then I guess you could say the Cyrodiilian would triumph in the battle, considering he'd be the only one able to deal any damage in the fight at all.

I think crocadillian is better

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BreakoutsV2 wrote Then I guess you could say the Cyrodiilian would triumph in the battle, considering he'd be the only one able to deal any damage in the fight at all.

Not true, their weapons would be too weak to deal damage, as their focus would be on the armor. Both sides would be at a standstill, neither one moving forward in battle.

As soon as he saw the two warriors enter the arena to the roar of the crowd, Emperor Reman III remembered that he had agreed to this several months before and forgotten about it. One combatant was the Potentate's son, Savirien-Chorak, a glistening ivory-yellow eel, gripping his katana and wakizashi with his thin, deceptively weak looking arms. The other was the Emperor's son, Prince Juilek, in Ebony armor with a savage Orcish helm, shield and longsword at his side.

"This will be fascinating to watch," hissed the Potentate, a wide grin across his narrow face. "I don't know if I've even seen a Cyrodiil fight an Akavir like this. Usually it's army against army. At last we can settle which philosophy is better -- to create armor to combat swords as your people do, or to create swords to combat armor as mine do."

No one in the crowd, aside from a few scattered Akaviri counselors and the Potentate himself wanted Savirien-Chorak to win, but there was a collective intake of breath at the sight of his graceful movements. His swords seemed to be a part of him, a tail coming from his arms to match the one behind him. It was a trick of counterbalance, allowing the young serpent man to roll up into a circle and spin into the center of the ring in offensive position. The Prince had to plod forward the less impressive traditional way.

As they sprang at each other, the crowd bellowed with delight. The Akaviri was like a moon in orbit around the Prince, effortlessly springing over his shoulder to attempt a blow from behind, but the Prince whirled around quickly to block with his shield. His counter-strike met only air as his foe fell flat to the ground and slithered between his legs, tripping him. The Prince fell to the ground with a resounding crash.

Metal and air melted together as Savirien-Chorak rained strike after strike upon the Prince, who blocked every one with his shield.

"We don't have shields in our culture," murmured Versidue-Shaie to the Emperor. "It seems strange to my boy, I imagine. In our country, if you don't want to get hit, you move out of the way."

When Savirien-Chorak was rearing back to begin another series of blinding attacks, the Prince kicked at his tail, sending him falling back momentarily. In an instant, he had rebounded, but the Prince was also back on his feet. The two circled one another, until the snake man spun forward, katana extended. The Prince saw his foe's plan, and blocked the katana with his longsword and the wakizashi with his shield. Its short punching blade impaled itself in the metal, and Savirien-Chorak was thrown off balance.

The Prince's longblade slashed across the Akavir's chest and the sudden, intense pain caused him to drop both his weapons. In a moment, it was over. Savirien-Chorak was prostate in the dust with the Prince's longsword at his throat.

"The game's over!" shouted the Emperor, barely heard over the applause from the stadium.

The Prince grinned and helped Savirien-Chorak up and over to a healer. The Emperor clapped his Potentate on the back, feeling relieved. He had not realized when the fight had begun how little chance he had given his son at victory.

"He will make a fine warrior," said Versidue-Shaie. "And a great emperor."

"Just remember," laughed the Emperor. "You Akaviri have a lot of showy moves, but if just one of our strikes comes through, it's all over for you."

"Oh, I'll remember that," nodded the Potentate.

Reman thought about that comment for the rest of the games, and had trouble fully enjoying himself. Could the Potentate be another enemy, just as the Empress had turned out to be? The matter would bear watching.