Edrick (Round one) FINISHED

[Edrick]

"NOW ENTERING THE ARENA FROM THE NORTH GATE, EDRICK THE PALE!!!!!" The announcer yells at the top of his lungs as the crowds cheer for the fight that is about to start.

Walking into the arena Edrick grumbles, "The pale? Really? I'm not even pale I'm pretty tanned." As he rolls up his sleeve. and looks at his arm. Just hearing the crowd cheering Edrick plays to the crowd a bit before refocusing himself to face his opponent.

"NOW FOR HIS OPPONENT VLADIMIR THE BONE RIPPER!!!!!!!" The announcer yells to the masses as hulk of a man rushes out of the gate and draws a ax off his back.

"Vladimir the bone ripper aye? too bad you cant rip bones." Edrick says as a man steps out who dwarfs even Edrick who stands at 6'3. Taking a moment to observe his opponent he notices that the man is around 7'0 and built like a mountain but he doesn't look to fast. "If this giant lands a good hit this match might be over fast I will need to keep my distance" Edrick thinks over to himself.

The giant of a man looks Edrick strait in the eyes and says "I am going to rip your bone apart and bathe in your blood" with a creepy smile on his face.

"well that's a bit unnerving I better not lose this fight or i may lose my life." Edrick thinks to himself.

"3!!!!!2!!!!!!1!!!!! AND THE FIGHT BEGINS!!!!" The announcer yells before the crowd goes mostly silent save for a few people in the crowds still cheering or yelling.

As soon as the fight started the hulk of a man rushes towards Edrick with his ax held high and a scream of rage in his mouth.

Seeing the ax coming towards him Edrick deftly jumped out of the way landing a few feet over. When the ax connected with the ground, the ground actually shook knocking Edrick off balance, but he quickly recovered and thought, "oh dear St. Elimine this guy is strong that would have killed me!"

[Aurek]

Aurek stared in amazement at the massive man on the field. Vladmir cut an impressive figure to be sure. Edrick seemed to not have much of a chance at all. Even though he showed impressive ability to dodge the ax, it seemed to be only a matter of time. Especially since Aurek couldn't even see a weapon on Edrick. The entire battle looked like a farce. Still, it might become interesting. Aurek settled into a comfortable standing position with a good view. He was content to just watch at this point. Who knew? Maybe the Pale would come out on top.

[Richter Abend]

Richter watched as the two tall men sized each other up. Well, tall was a slight understatement. The hooded man was tall, the Ilian could see, perhaps even a bit taller than himself, but the other man, this Vladimir the "Bone Ripper", was huge. Not Lyar huge, no, that was abnormal, but this man was easily as big as the hulking bruiser that had trashed him during that bandit ambush back in Ilia. And if this fight went anything like that, Richter didn't see a bright future for Edrick "the Pale".

[Valcrist]

"Oh lord." Valcrist groaned. Why was it half the people here were giants? It wasn't weird for a fighter to be imposing but it felt like the people here were half dragon or something. He was an axe user too, not stereotypical at all. He was super strong and slow as well, seeing that opening move. Valcrist was cheering for the other guy simply because he hated people like his opponent. He was probably dumb too, with a stupid accent. Far be it for Valcrist to judge others, but this was just kind of silly.

"Go, uh, pale guy. Kick his butt." His enthusiasm could move mountains.

[Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen]

"AH, another great fight," Tuatara said, watching the two contestants walk out. "This is gonna be good-" Edrick didn't take out his weapon. "Thats my man, pay with your food before you eat it! Let him make a fool of himself and then kick his butt. When fighting, there are two rules: 1, swords always win. 2, hilarity before doom. Always."

I'll have to give him a good pat on the back after this, Tuatara thought. Finally, I found an aprentice to pass my ideals to. Who knew I'd find one here? My last aprentice failed on so many levels.

[Clair Feldsky]

At the start of this fight, the height of the fighters came forth as a prominent scene, and Clair couldn't help but feeling a minor twitch of annoyance that BOTH combatants were almost a foot over her head at least. She blew out a quiet sigh as and her lips quirked into a small frown as she stood next to Richter, who ALSO stood quite a bit higher than her.

"You know, I didn't ask for much... maybe I should have asked for just a couple more inches though." She said softly, glancing up to Richter before turning her eyes back to the battle as it started.

Pale still hadn't drawn his weapon. Not her preferred tactic. Weapon in hand was her rule to work by. Bone Ripper, on the other hand, was more than ready to get his out and set it to use. Too bad he didn't seem to have an ounce of caution amidst all that bloodlust. This was the sort of thing arenas had a reputation for, and why she'd had no interest in arena fights in the past. Too much violence.

"I almost wish I'd gotten Bone Ripper for my first match. I could have gotten him to end the fight with his own first charge.... I wonder if the crowds would have cheered wildly or been irked by that...."

[Richter Abend]

"Irked, I'd imagine," muttered Richter in response to Clair's second comment as his eyes remained fixed on the fight at hand. "Sure, it would no doubt be a good bit of spectacle for a moment, and such a swift kill would draw out a couple of cheers, but people come to these events for show, not the skill."

"Not that it really matters," he continued, shrugging slightly. "It's not like victory comes from cheers."

[Edrick]

Putting some distance between him and his opponent, Edrick ran to the other side of the arena. Good now that I have put some distance between us time to strike! Crap! Where's my tome! Reaching under his robe Edrick fumbles with his tome and unhooks it and began looking for a specific page.

Pulling his axe out of the ground Vladimir ran toward Edrick and yelled "DON'T RUN FROM ME EDRICK! I WILL COAT MY AXE WITH YOUR BLOOD!!"

Finding the page he was looking for Edrick calmly said "sorry but your axe will not be coated in my blood today." Then the spell was finished readying and he launched it at Vladimir and it got him on the arm he was wielding his axe but barley phased him otherwise. Yes! Good hit. Edrick thought as the arm wielding the axe started to go limp.

"hmph" Vladimir grunted as the mass of flux hit him directly in the arm. With some of his remaining strength in his right arm he threw his axe up and caught it with his left hand then creepily smiled and said "I will still coat my axe in your blood" and began his charge again.

[Clair Feldsky]

"Yeah.... You're right. They'd have gotten over it though." If someone had finished a match with the first charge, she would definitely be watching them. It would be impossible to truly gage their skill without time to watch them. Thankfully, she hadn't seen that happen much today.

The falcoknight actually laughed at was going on in front of her, before quieting herself. Combat was no laughing matter. Or it wasn't supposed to be, but Vlad's yell had caught her at an odd moment and amused her at how... mindless it was. It disgusted her as well to see people so bent on injuring others, but that seemed to be a common enough trait among the arena fighters. At least in the first round.

She watched as the spellcaster's magic shot out and connected with Bone's weapon arm. From the looks of things, it started to go weak, but he merely switched arms, unintimidated. She wondered how long his arm would stay disabled. Magic could never be judged off of the appearance of it alone. For people like her, she'd need to actually feel some of it to tell its strength, and she didn't really care for that idea.

[Rayl Torien]

"Fights kinda like I used to."

And soon Rayl had made his way beside Clair and Richter, still facing the spectacle going on in the ring, "Of course, I shouted less." he couldn't help but smile at the comparison. Knightly charges always involved lances! Of course, Rayl liked to think his tactics had since diverged from moronic frontal assaults.

His attention turned to the smaller robed man slinging black magic, and he couldn't help but flinch. He probably wasn't the only one who got uneasy around magic users, but hey - at least this shaman wasn't smacking him upside the head with a staff. As the axe wielder switched weapons once his other arm went limp, Rayl could tell who was going to win this match (Edrick), and focused his attention on the duo besides him, "Its good to see you both are well."

[Edrick]

What will it take to beat this guy?Edrick thought as Vladimir just changed his weapon to the other arm and began his charge again. Then focusing his energy for another spell Edrick takes the orb of dark magic and shoves it into the ground.

Rushing forward Vladmir notices that his opponent shot his magic into the ground. "THAT MISTAKE WILL COST YOU YOUR LIFE EDRICK!!" Vladimir yelled. But then suddenly tendrils of dark magic rose up out of the ground and wrapped themselves around his arm and weapon.Then the tendrils gave a quick jerk and ripped his axe out of his hand and threw it across the arena. "DAMN MAGIC I WILL STRANGLE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS IF NEED BE!" As Vladimir wrenches his hand from the magic he dashes toward Edrick blood-lust in his eyes.

Hah! my plan worked he is disarmed but why is he still fighting!? Edrick ponders curiously. Focusing on his magic and trying to control the release of the tendrils Edrick didn't have enough time to react to the man charging at him. Suddenly a fist appears in his view and hit him square in the side of the face, throwing him against the side of the arena. Jumping up he reaches in his moth and out a tooth and immediately put it in his pocket.

Heh, direct hit! Vladimir sneered confidently. Noticing his opponent getting up he rushes in to throw another punch to end the fight in a bloody show.

Realizing his opponent was rushing in too fast for a magic attack, Edrick dodges to the side just as a fist flies to where his face had been just the second before. With a resounding thud and a sickening crack Vadmir's fist hit the arena wall, making him howl with pain and rage. Taking his opportunity, Edrick grabs the hand that just struck the wall and twisted it with great force, then jumping up he throws a haymaker aimed right at Vladimir face and upon its connection sending Vladimir sprawling to the ground.

"NO ONE PUNCHES ME AND LIVES!!!!!" articulates Vladimir with an abvious amount of rage as he struggles to get up."ONE OF US WILL DIE HERE EDRICK! AND IT WILL NOT BE ME!!!"

Seeing his opponent getting up even after that punch, Edrick jumps on him and began punching his opponent in the face until he notices Vladimir had lost conscious. Standing up after Vladimir had lost consciousness Edrick calmly walked over to where his tome lay by the wall and picked it up.

"AND IT LOOKS LIKE THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS EDRICK THE PALE!!!!!!!" The announcer yelled as the crowd goes wild with cheers.

Hearing the crowds cheer Edrick begins to pump his fist in the air, before seeing the medics come out for Vladimir's body and he helps carry the mountain of a man's body to the side of the arena.Those medics reminded me..... He then takes his tooth out of his pocket and examines it. "Thank St. Elimine the tooth came out root and all, not even a crack." He mumbles before he takes his tooth and pushes it back into his gums where it came out. "Well time to go see the medics" Edrick grumbles as he walks out of the arena in search of the infirmary.