Post by Richter Abend on Oct 15, 2012 20:52:22 GMT -6
"Depends on your definition of expecting," came Richter's unspecific response. He shifted slightly to one side, resting a hand on the hilt of his axe. "I'm always expecting trouble, but I tend to be more suspicious than most." He gave Wyatt a small nod. "But that's soldier business. Just worry about the matches ahead of you. Your last match came pretty close, but you still managed to win. You'll need to be fully focused if you want to keep it that way."
"And as for your Yaen friend," Richter continued, "I'll make sure to put him in is place. Show him the work of a master craftsman." The Ilian gave his signature half-grin. The statement might have been a bit exaggerated, but the weapon upon Richer's waist had already gotten him out of an Etrurian prison and won him his first arena match without a crack to speak of. As far as he was concerned, it was the work of a great smith. "Consider it repayment for busting me out of prison."
Mana was aware that she wasn't a really polite person, and sometimes her casual language offended some people. Calling old people with "Gramps" had become a habit since she was stranded in Lycia after being taken away from her village. And for some reason this man didn't like it, which made her feel bad a little.
"Well, I am Sorry, gramps...I mean...Mister," she said. He seemed to have watched her fight, making her feel bad for not remembering his match. In fact, she also felt a little annoyed. But, although Mana didn't like being scolded, she knew when she had to bow her head to other people, especially older people. "Anyway, I think I can help. I should help," she said again as she rubbed the back of her head, sighing. The offer stayed and she would keep her words, this man was promised her help and he would definitely get it. "Wait here then. I will try asking around."
But before she could turn around and start looking, someone she knew came and said some even more offending words. He also pointed his hand to Aurek, which would probably make the veteran soldier angry. "This person..." Mana buried her face on her palm, she didn't want to see the outcome. "Don't blame me if I won't help you..."she thought.
Post by Clair Feldsky on Oct 17, 2012 10:55:34 GMT -6
If an answer was forthcoming from the swordsman, it was forestalled by the sudden appearance, and disappearance of Tuatara, the orange haired thief. Memory of his first match reignited in the falcoknight and turned her face to a disgusted frown. A thunderhead felt happier than she was at what he'd done in the match, though she restrained herself from acting on her displeasure.
[Red]"Five minute warning. Finish up whatever's going on"[/Red]
She turned back to the swordsman, and gave him a farewell as she backed a couple steps from him. "May the wind be at your back in your fights, Yaen." She turned away and started walking. She wanted to secure a better sword for her fights, and wanted to move around a bit more before going back in. It helped her relax into focus. Something not easily done in the underground of the arena.
An Ilian Falcoknight intensely devoted to her homeland, who has a grudge against the Prophet of Etruria.
Lv20 Falcoknight HP46/46 Str19 Skl28 Spd26 Lck9 Def15 Res26
Supports:Aidan C,Cefia C,Derick C,Garith C,Kynlis C,Marcus C,Marle B,Richter A