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Arena!!
May 6, 2017 20:31:03 GMT -6
Post by Plot Device on May 6, 2017 20:31:03 GMT -6
OOC Rules: No godmoding or anything like that. You should know the typical rules and if you don’t, read up on em. I will use this account to make clear who is up next. If you cant respond in a timely manner (three days) you will forfeit. Each combatant can only take three posts each. If it isn't settled by then, the final ruling will be up to me. If you have questions, pm Gar or talk to Turquaz in the cbox. IC Rules: This is an event to build publicity for Bern. If you are a straight murderer you will be apprehended. Detention in Bern is bad news! That said, you can fight to your heart’s content. Just don’t lose and make sure you put up a good fight! Bracket: Location: Announcer: A half circle of benches enclosed the fighting area. The area contained two large rocks, grass and shoreline. A purple haired announcer strode his way into the middle of the fighting grounds. He walked with a certain pep in his step to make sure people knew he was important. “Come one, come all to the first annual Bern liveliness festival. Let me hear you scream!!” The peoples threw their hands up as if they didn’t even care. The announcer wasn’t convinced. “Can you hear me scream?” Yes, they could hear him scream. "Because I cant hear you!" Yes, yes more screaming and cheering filled the air. Bakers brought their fresh bread out for samples while little boys and girls ran rinky dink lemonade stands. The festival was a nice scene for all involved. Now it was time to get some entertainment started. It was time for the combatants to test their strength for all to see. “Now don’t you dare look down on these young competitors, what they may lack in strength they make up for with shear heart!” The announcer wiped his brow before calling the first competitors to battle. "Without any further ado, we will get things started with Seigmund versus Talus!! Lets see what they can do!"
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May 7, 2017 18:33:58 GMT -6
Post by Talus on May 7, 2017 18:33:58 GMT -6
Ahh.... the roar of the crowd. All eyes were on him. A wonderful, rippling feeling that filled him with vigorous pride. He watched for his opponent, apparently, he was just a novice. Perfect. Such inexperience could not win against him by any means. "Hello. Let's make this memorable." he said as he stared at his opponent briefly, then made the first move. "GEMINAE IGNI!" he yelled as he called for his tome to fly open and in a flash, a twin-pronged bolt of thunder appeared from the tome that would fly forward towards his opponent's torso in an attempt to shock his opponent. If it missed, he would simply cast the spell again in whatever direction his opponent dodged to towards the torso again. It was a simple, basic level spell that he had picked for here because it had a low readying time in-between shots.
Also, he had to put on a show, especially since this fight would be over the second the novice took one blow, more than likely. Quick and memorable. Or at least that's what he figured. He figured that the difference in power they had would be enough to justify his reasoning, although to be safe, he put a safety lock of sorts on the spell so that it wouldn't be fatal, hopefully. Of course, with this "Ah! Quit panicking me! Victor is here too, I know it! I have to fight well so that I can impress him!" Talus thought, a determined look entering his eyes. He was going to impress his master, no matter what happened.
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Arena!!
May 8, 2017 20:37:31 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 20:37:31 GMT -6
The area was far more quaint than Siegmund had hoped for. Well, it made sense. Any tournament he could qualify for certainly didn't deserve to be set in some grand colosseum. Did Bern even have one of those?
Still, there was a charge to the atmosphere that youth managed to feed off of. A bit of nervousness to go along with it, but that simply added an edge to his excitement. After all, this was a PRIME opportunity for him to improve his skills. Both through participation, and careful observation. Siegmund's father had always told him that the greatest blessing he could ever have, was to be the least informed man in the room.
It gave him the largest opportunity to learn.
The philosophy was flawed, but there was merit to it all the same. Siegmund would be...shocked if any participants had less combat experience than him, but that also meant he stood to gain the MOST out of observing and clashing against these soldiers and warriors. In theory, anyway, provided he pay attention.
With a focused, confident, and eager mind, Siegmund strolled out. According to the purple haired announcer, who was perhaps hosting the event in the first place, Siegmund was up first...no pressure, right? It was a good thing Siegmund preformed relatively well under pressure. Unfortunately, he knew nothing about his opponent. Talus.
As Siegmund stepped onto the arena, he made sure to glance about at the crowd, wave, and smile. Couldn't forget the entertainment aspect of the event, could he? While this was an opportunity to test himself and learn, it was also supposed to be a spectacle for the audience.
With that taken care of, Siegmund looked dead ahead at Talus. The young man didn't seem to be much older than Siegmund, but he also looked to be equally confident. More importantly, Siegmund couldn't spot a weapon on the young man's person. Perhaps he was a mage, then? Or he specialized in daggers of some sort. If the former, he'd need to be ready to get close and FAST. Siegmund hadn't seen magic be cast before, but Reina had always been fascinated with it...
Talus gave Siegmund a greeting from across the grass, which the brown haired youth returned in kind. “It's nice to meet you. Best of luck.” Siegmund crossed an arm over his chest and gave Talus a polite, albeit brief, bow. For within moments, the duel was on.
Talus showed his hand instantly. As he called out what had to be an incantation, Siegmund remembered to bend his knees slightly, so that he was ready to move. A tome rose up before the young mage and, with quick crackle, twin bolts of lightning launched towards Siegmund. The young villager dove diagonally to the right, wanting to close some distance between himself and his opponent while still evading the magic.
Frankly, Siegmund didn't want to test how many hits he would be able to take...and if he couldn't close in on Talus, he was a goner.
Though the hot, magical arc whizzed a bit closer to his chest than he'd have liked, singing his tunic ever so slightly, Siegmund's dive had been enough to evade a direct hit. The villager successfully tuck-and-rolled back to his feet, breaking into a sprint, though he stumbled the first few steps. He was nearly within striking distance of Talus now...so Siegmund gripped his sword with both hands and charged forward. Siegmund made a note to keep his eyes fixed on that tome, though, in case another spell would be launched before he could reach the mage.
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May 8, 2017 22:24:02 GMT -6
Post by Talus on May 8, 2017 22:24:02 GMT -6
Damn, he evaded that?!? Well well. Let's make this fun. I studied a bit in nonsomatic casting... let's see if it pays off!" he thought as he watched the youth dodge it for the most part. However, he noticed that Siegfried was beginning to close in. Too fast for a thunder spell. But not too fast for a wind spell. "Pellatur Venti!" he said, calling upon a series of quick gusts of wind that was aimed directly at Siegmund's chest, meant to blast him back a few inches. Even if it missed, after the attack, he began to run backwards, putting preciously needed distance, not looking back until he was at least another 20ft. away from his opponent. He knew that the wind spell, upon contact, would knock him to the ground, at best giving Talus maybe 10 seconds to run as far away as possible from him to the left. He didn't have the time to think up of anything major, just minor quick-and-dirty spells that were meant to get the job done. Which would have to be enough in this case. A novice couldn't take much punishment, which meant that the hard part was getting in one solid blow on them. Although if it got too hard to pin him in with precision shots... Well, he had one AoE type of thing that he could just use that COULD work, but otherwise, he had to stick to single-target, as an AoE would leave him way too open, and if he got hit with the flat side of the sword, he would be down. All of which made him turn around once he got that distance away, and start incanting a spell that would serve as his trump card...
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May 9, 2017 14:53:27 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 14:53:27 GMT -6
Indeed, another spell did come Siegmund's way as he rushed towards Talus. However it was not electricity that assailed him, but wind! Siegmund had forgotten that the most basic of all anima tomes was one known as “Trinity”, which taught the caster to draw on fire, wind, and thunder magic as well. Even it electricity was fast, it was narrow...and wind was faster still.
Siegmund attempted to twist out of the way of the gale, but he was a touch too slow and his footing wasn't steady enough either. The wind hit him like a punch to the gut, winding him and sending him to the ground in a spiral. Siegmund gasped as his body hit the dirt, more from the shock and disorienting factor rather than the force of the wind itself. After a few seconds Siegmund gathered his bearings, and began to scramble to his feet. The magical blast hadn't actually hurt him that much, even if it left a sting in his gut...it merely knocked him off balance.
No doubt the mage in question was going to use the opportunity to try and create further distance between the two. If Siegmund wanted any chance of winning against this mage – he absolutely could NOT allow that to happen!
Letting out a battle cry Siegmund rushed towards Talus once more. He stumbled his first step, but broke into a strong sprint afterwards. Grasping his sword, he lifted raised it up on level with his shoulder. He just needed to get a bit closer...unless that mage had some hidden armor beneath his cloak, Siegmund doubted he would withstand much at all. Whether a strike from the flat or pommel of his blade, or hell, even just a shoulder charge.
“Hrah!” With another cry Siegmund lunged at Talus. He boots skidded slightly as he landed, and using that burst of momentum Siegmund swung his sword in a wide arc towards the mage's torso.
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May 10, 2017 14:01:40 GMT -6
Post by Talus on May 10, 2017 14:01:40 GMT -6
As Talus began to incant the spell more quickly as he saw the recruit get up. It all came down to this moment: Whoever struck first here would probably win. And he could, under no circumstances, afford to lose now. Then he got an idea. A risky one, but then, wasn't the saying 'No Risk, no reward'? The battle cry was his first cue. The spell was ready. Deploying this would require him to be precise with his timing. He nearly was caught off guard when Siegmund stumbled, but once he got back up, Talus knew that it was time. He watched as Siegmund begun to lunge, and in the moments that he became locked onto his course...
"Vox Repellere!" he said, timing the shot so as to fire and hit Siegmund's chest mid-lunge, a burst of thunder being fired that if it connected, would probably do a number on the novice. Still, to be safe, he slid back after firing it, putting more distance between them, and if it somehow missed, he would fire another burst of electricity at wherever he landed.
He had gotten the idea from Victor, who had, during one of his combat lessons, covered the lunge. "A lunge is a commonly seen tactic basic melee soldiers are taught mainly used as either a finishing move, or as a way to close the distance between them and a opponent. However, it is NOT a move immediately taught for three reasons: One, if it misses, they're wide open. Two, you're open while they're doing it. Third and final, relating to the other two, they typically need a fair bit of speed more than their foe to attempt a lunge, or else their opponent will counterstrike. Ergo, wind or thunder spells work best here for countering them."[/i] Victor said as Talus recalled the memory. This was the technique Talus's had developed as a counter-technique for lunges. Victor had made each student create a counter-move for it, because, well, he was paid to do such things. "Thank you master." Talus thought.
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Arena!!
May 11, 2017 16:12:17 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 16:12:17 GMT -6
Every action one took in life had an opposite reaction. Anyone who claimed they were equal were idealistic fools, though.
Siegmund's blade bit into the side of the mage's body, as he had failed to adequately dodge or move in time at all. Even as adrenaline pumped through his body, the novice's own lack of strength and the average quality of his blade meant the slash didn't cut too, but Siegmund still felt a surge of satisfaction at knowledge that he had technically drawn first blood.
...If only by a few seconds.
Though Talus hadn't moved at first, he had charged up another spell in the process. Almost immediately after Siegmund's swing had completed, another spell rung through the novice's ears...and then the ringing never stopped. Hot, burning pain seared across his chest as he was flung back three feet, his body sliding across the dirt for an extra few inches. Golden electricity flickered and surged across his chest, where he'd been struck by a lightning bolt.
The pain was immediately followed with an unnatural numbing sensation. Siegmund's hand was locked onto the hilt of his blade...but at least he still held it. With a cough Siegmund forced himself to sit up slowly. He...he could feel his legs. Good, he wasn't paralyzed. There was the smell of smoke, something burned...but it was mostly just the leather armor around his chest. Siegmund glanced down and saw a black smear burned into the center, where he could still feel the intense heat.
A lightning bolt straight to the chest at point-blank range...hah, he was lucky his heart hadn't stopped.
With no small effort Siegmund forced himself to stand again. His breathing was labored, but he refused to stay seated for long. As far as he was concerned the match was still going, and even if he managed to cut the mage, he doubted that wound was enough to force a surrender out of him. Siegmund dug the tip of his blade into the dirt and pushed onto it, using it as support to help him get to both feet. Once he stood he felt steady, and raised his sword once again.
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May 11, 2017 23:21:19 GMT -6
Post by Plot Device on May 11, 2017 23:21:19 GMT -6
“And time!” The announcer threw his hands up signaling for the cessation of the combat. Afterwards, he brought his hands together in genuine applause of the two combatants. Cheering could be heard from both sides. Some people erupted in applause for the backpedaling mage while others took the side of the not-so-surefooted swordsman.
The announcer moved to stand between the two competitors. “Well everyone, let’s hear what you thought!” The flashy purple haired man raised one of his arms. “Who thinks our fleeing mage friend here is worthy of making it to the next round?” There certainly were a lot of people muttering about the mage.
“The young scholar’s control of the trinity is quite impressive for a lad. I hope he continues his studies.”
“I liked how he would rather take the swordsman’s hit, just to get his own attack off. That’s risky, but tough for a mage.”
After the comments died down the flashy announcer switched arms. “And who would rather see our stumbling yet shifty, young swordsman mix it up in the ring one more time?” The announcer held a hand up to his ear and listened toward the crowd.
“The tenacity, oh honey, I do hope we can see him fight again.”
“Young and inexperienced, but did you see how he took that hit and still rose to fight? I admire that fortitude.”
“Indeed, that’s the kind of man I would want defending my country.”
By popular demand, it was clear who had won. This battle was one of entertainment factor, not necessarily pure combat skill. The announcer simply wanted eyes on the matches, he didn’t care who won and who lost. The announcer conferred with the judges for a brief period of time. “So there you have it folks! Seigmund, congratulations you have made it to the next round! See you soon.” The announcer patted the young contestant on the back. If only he could put up another uphill battle such as that.
The announcer congratulated both contestants and switched gears. “Now then, for our next round I want to see Ito versus Dawson. That’s a tough act to follow, but I have faith in these two. Can I get some noise?” The announcer bowed out of the ring, making room for the next contestants.
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Dawson
Shaman
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Arena!!
May 14, 2017 17:56:01 GMT -6
Post by Dawson on May 14, 2017 17:56:01 GMT -6
Dawson stepped out into the arena. He could hear the deafening roar of the audience as he stepped out to the ring. He pulled his flux tome out and stared across the arena at his foe, whom looked quite familiar to him. "May the best fighter win!" Dawson said as he opened his Flux tome. Even if I don't win, I can still get stronger from this. But winning though would be quite beneficial. Who knows, it could also help the resistance Dawson thought.
Dawson raised his hand as dark energy started to form. He stood silently as the energy continued to build in his hand. He then stared at his opponent across from him. "Take this!" Dawson yelled out as he released a burst of dark energy at his intended target. He then looked at his opponent as the black projectile flew across the ring. Best keep up the assault, no way he can dodge all of them, but best not overdo it at the same time, it'll ware me out if I use too much energy in my attacks he thought as he raised his hand again. He sent out two smaller weak attacks to the left of the target. Best not hold anything back, I must imagine my opponent as if they are Draco Guro himself, don't hold back! Dawson thought again as he lowered his hand while keeping a tight grip on his flux tome. He will control the dark arts and bring Draco to justice. But first, to win the battle at hand!
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Ito
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Arena!!
May 16, 2017 9:28:17 GMT -6
Post by Ito on May 16, 2017 9:28:17 GMT -6
The arena was pretty full. He'd never seen a real one before, so this would be the closest he'd get to seeing a real one. He wouldn't view it as a spectator, no, but as a combatant. His gaze drifted around the crowd before settling on his opponent, and when the match began Ito locked his view onto who he could now tell was a shaman. The first dark magic attack came hurtling across the field at him, and as per usual he took a few steps to his right before charging the shaman, sword raised. He'd needed to purchase a new one after his original broke, so despite being iron the new blade glinted in the sun like shined steel. Ito angled the blade as he held it by his right shoulder, reflecting sunlight towards his opponent. The two shots to his left flung sand into the air as they impacted the ground, missing completely. The myrmidon was less than twenty feet from his opponent, when he recognized the dark magician!
"Dawson?!"
I can't believe this. Of all the possible combatants... him? Ito hadn't ceased his dash forward and rapidly approached the fellow Lycian. He wasn't going to lose before, but now he really couldn't; especially after the physical dominance he had demonstrated just days before.
Now within close proximity of the shaman, just less than ten feet, Ito utilized his 6'3" armspan and the 38" blade length of his sword to close any sort of gap that once existed, swinging horizontally at Dawson's left arm. Should the blade connect, it wouldn't be devastating, but it would hurt a lot and likely distract from spellcasting's required focus.
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Dawson
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Arena!!
May 16, 2017 21:43:34 GMT -6
Post by Dawson on May 16, 2017 21:43:34 GMT -6
Dawson saw the magic missiles miss the target as Ito rushed up to Dawson intending to strike at his left arm. Dawson tried to move out of the way by sliding to the right of him, but still managed to get cut by the blade. As blood started to stain his shoulder. "Ugh...not bad...but I'm not giving up quite yet!" Dawson yelled out as he prepared to launch another burst of energy at Ito.
He knew that Ito was tough, but Dawson was not going to back down! He launched the magic missile at Ito again as he could feel the blood soak his shoulder again. The cut wasn't deep, but it did leave Dawson distracted. No! I got to stay focused! I can't let something like this leave me wide open! Dawson thought. He then took some steps back as he then formed more dark energy and flung two more quick strikes to the left and right of Ito respectively. He looked around for some way to get him some advantage. Nothing...just me and whatever tactic I can come up with Dawson thought. He looked at Ito as the magic projectiles flew at him. "There can only be one winner here Ito, and I don't intend to give up the victory without a fight!" he said as he clutched his Flux tome. The sting on his shoulder caused Dawson to flinch. He ripped off a piece of his purple clothes and placed it on the wound, exposing a part of his other shoulder. This might stop the bleeding hopefully... Dawson thought as he looked ahead at his opponent, waiting to see what he will do next, waiting to see how he will counter his opponents next move.
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Ito
Myrmidon
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Arena!!
May 19, 2017 8:35:51 GMT -6
Post by Ito on May 19, 2017 8:35:51 GMT -6
Ito's calm demeanour held fast as the tip of his sword connected, slicing through Dawson's shoulder. Thought it wasn't much, it was a start, and the only start he needed. Pressing his advantage, Ito stepped forward as the shaman stepped back, keeping the same distance but edging forward ever so slightly. Dawson's words held no meaning to Ito, and it would only be a waste of time to return the small talk and chit-chat. While the dark magician prepared another spell, Ito flourished his blade quickly, ending the motion in a sheath. Then as Dawson fired his dark magic attack at the myrmidon, Ito took a knee and the blast flew over him. The two blasts that followed were well intended, but Ito had failed to pick a direction to roll to and as such the second and third attacks were purposeless.
As he stood again, Ito retrieved two handfuls of sand; one clenched tightly in each fist. Continuing to step with Dawson, Ito cast the particles from his right hand towards to the shaman's face, followed by the left as the myrmidon reached out to grab Dawson by the collar with his right hand. The shaman was exposed as he held his wound, just as Ito wanted. Hopefully the two neatly spaced handfuls of sand would connect or distract so that Ito could get it some more hits. If his grab was successful, his left hand would be curled into a fist and hurled at Dawson's face, with a nice punch to the nose followed by a knee to the lower stomach area.
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Dawson
Shaman
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Arena!!
May 20, 2017 22:54:23 GMT -6
Post by Dawson on May 20, 2017 22:54:23 GMT -6
Dawson eyed as his opponent dodged the attack, then tossing what looked to be sand at him. Dawson quickly raised his Flux tome to shield himself from the sand that was tossed at him. Clever move with the distraction...but it'll take more than that to take me out Dawson thought. He took his hand off the wound as he kept his Flux tome up. He lowered his book as he saw the swordsman reach in an attempt to grab Dawson. He backed off as he then raised his hand again. "Now! It's time to end this once and for all!" Dawson said as he gathered dark energy to attack Ito.
Dawson looked at Ito square in the eyes. "Prepare for your defeat!" he yelled out as he sent a powerful blast at Ito. Dawson backed away again as he flinched slightly from the wound on his shoulder. Damn...gonna need to get that tended to after this battle regardless if I win or not he thought. He then raised his hand again as he sent flying some weaker dark magic missiles at the swordsman. Dawson whipped some sweat off his head as he kept a tight grip on his flux tome. This is it...whether I win or lose, it matters not. I will get stronger to defeat Draco Dawson thought. This battle is tough...but I can't give up. I wont! he thought again.
Dawson breathed heavily as he held his hand up again to launch another dark energy attack at Ito. "This is it Ito...We had our differences in the past, and we have our own different goals for this battle...but I will not fail! Now! It's time to end this!" Dawson said as he sent flying another powerful dark energy at the swordsman.
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Ito
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Arena!!
May 23, 2017 15:02:26 GMT -6
Post by Ito on May 23, 2017 15:02:26 GMT -6
Ito dipped to his right, his grab missing by mere inches. The shaman launched another attack, and Ito dropped down again, this time placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. Dawson seemed more intent on communicating with his words than his actions this time around, so Ito decided to oblige the shaman at least once. "You're right, Dawson. There can only be one winner. Today, though, I'm not sure it'll be you."
Ito, while Dawson prepared a second attack, got back on his feet. As the shaman began to his next series of attacks, Ito leapt to the side in one step, then took another and stood behind Dawson, his sword loosed from its sheath on the way. [Celerity used]
Taking a quick step forward, Ito stabbed at Dawson's injured shoulder. The blade was angled so it would avoid the bone in his arm, but the injury would still be painful enough. He hoped this would be all it took to win over the shaman's surrender, because he didn't think Dawson could go on much longer if his next attack connected. The shaman, fortunately, would keep his arm, but this battle would definitely require he see a good healer afterwards.
I'm sorry, Dawson. I wish this could've been different. I need to win this round, though, so that I can move on and test my strength further. I'm hoping this contest will help me find a purpose, and in order to find out I need to keep going. Whether it's for Luci, Lunie, or just myself, I need this.
Perhaps one day we will meet on better terms, magician.
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May 23, 2017 18:09:47 GMT -6
Post by Plot Device on May 23, 2017 18:09:47 GMT -6
The announcer raised his arms and stepped forward into the ring before the final blow had landed and before the black haired shaman gave his own reaction. Admittedly, the blonde haired myrmidon moved much quickly than he had expected. The announcer stumbled a bit as he jogged into the arena. “Time! Weapon’s down my friends.” The purple haired announcer waved his arms over his head a couple times while moving to stand between the combatants.
The man turned and faced the crowd. “What a battle! It seems as if these two knew each other. Childhood friends perhaps, or maybe old bitter rivals? Either way it made for a fantastic fight! Let’s thank our competitors.” The announcer brought his hands together to join in the applause of the crowd. Now came the important part. The announcer raised one arm to inquire about the crowd’s enjoyment of the shaman. “Who wants to see our talkative dark mage continue on to the next round?” Applause filled there air along with the typical shouting and muttering about the shaman’s abilities.
“Blocking that sand attack with his tome? Pretty slick there.”
“And he’s pretty spry, moving in those robes and all.”
“I hear those dark magic spells pack a wollop. Shame we didn’t get to see one connect.”
The announcer nodded and switched arms. “Who would rather see our blond haired swordsman advance?”
“That sand attack was a tricky move. I loved it.”
“I did enjoy his mix of grab, punches and kicks with his sword play. Kept the dark one on his heels.”
“Not to mention that speed at the end. If our announcer didn’t get it the way that might’ve been it.”
The announcer made a face at that last comment but didn’t respond directly. “There you have it folks. Ito congratulations on moving forward to the next round! Now lets hear it one more time for our two competitors.” Applause filled the air and the announcer gave a smile to the crowd.
“Oh ho ho boy do we have a treat for you in this next round. As I’m sure you all know, Bern is well known for fearsome beasts known as wyverns. And today we have a competitor who has training in the arts of raising and caretaking of these beasts. Not to mention combat. Let’s hear it for Aria!” The Bernese crowd erupted in applause louder than any other combatant’s introduction.
The announcer had to wave his arms to get the crowd to settle, long enough for him to introduce the next fighter. “And opposite her we are going to have Kisaragi, young swordswoman from the plains. Now I know what you’re thinking, by the looks of her, this young myrmidon is far too precious for combat. But don't you worry, she can certainly mix it up.”
The announcer was pretty giddy himself to watch the two combatants. “Now without any futher ado, let’s see some action!” The announcer bowed out of the ring again to make room for the two contestants.
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