Richter (Round One) FINISHED
Sept 25, 2012 13:08:35 GMT -6
Post by Richter Abend on Sept 25, 2012 13:08:35 GMT -6
"I..." The word came stuttering from Calder's throat, but he could not bring himself to finish the sentence.
Defeat was a bitter tincture to swallow, and it was one the Ebon Blade had not known for awhile. To be defeated so early in the tournament; embarrassing, downright shameful even. But for all of his pride, he could not deny the Shadow Slayer his victory. To resist at this point would be even more degrading.
"I...I accept, Shadow Slayer," finished Calder, looking up into Richter's eyes. There was a light of defiance in them, as if to show his opponent that he had yet to conquer his spirit. But Richter cared little for spirit, and removing his axe from the swordsman's neck, turned to the audience and raised a fist in the air.
"We have a victor!" came the loud cry from the announcer as the audience erupted into cheers. "The fight is over, and Ardus the Shadow Slayer stands victorious!"
A great energy came over Richter as he looked upon the roaring crowd. Never had he felt such satisfaction in a victory. A war, even in victory, was always filled with the acrid stench of death, and a sparring match was little more than a training exercise. But this? This was exhilarating.
Defeat was a bitter tincture to swallow, and it was one the Ebon Blade had not known for awhile. To be defeated so early in the tournament; embarrassing, downright shameful even. But for all of his pride, he could not deny the Shadow Slayer his victory. To resist at this point would be even more degrading.
"I...I accept, Shadow Slayer," finished Calder, looking up into Richter's eyes. There was a light of defiance in them, as if to show his opponent that he had yet to conquer his spirit. But Richter cared little for spirit, and removing his axe from the swordsman's neck, turned to the audience and raised a fist in the air.
"We have a victor!" came the loud cry from the announcer as the audience erupted into cheers. "The fight is over, and Ardus the Shadow Slayer stands victorious!"
A great energy came over Richter as he looked upon the roaring crowd. Never had he felt such satisfaction in a victory. A war, even in victory, was always filled with the acrid stench of death, and a sparring match was little more than a training exercise. But this? This was exhilarating.
