[Alvadas Event] Team Keido V. Team Miro (Match 1)

[Fallacy]

33rd of Fall, 511 AV Alvadas was three days into the tournament and the crowd could not be any more excited. After having witnessed the excitement of the first round of matches the city was looking forward to more, more, the city was a monster and it hungered for more. It wanted more fights, more blood, more gore, more everything. It wanted to be filled with the roar of the crowd, and once again Shale stepped out into the crowd. A smile on his face he tipped his hat, placing a hand on the brim and then took it off and pivoted on one foot, ”My people!” he yelled, the crowd roared, ”Are you ready to see some good old fashioned violence? Are you ready to see the most fantastic warriors fight each other in battle?” he asked. Seeming a bit rushed today he grinned loving the sound of the crowd. It was music to his ears, ”Without further to do let me introduce you to Team Keido” Again the gates rose and the three members of the team walked out into the red sands. Once out the kelvic didn’t waste any time, ”And here is Team Miro” The members of the team would then walk onto the sands. The two teams would face each other and Shale would be all grins as he climbed safely out of the arena, ”And now fighters, let the match begin!” OOC: Ok, now I said the six of you walked out but only two of you, one from each team, are going to post here. The two posting here will fight. In your first post please don’t make any actions against your opponent. They will be considered an introduction post. Keep posting order, and please have fun

[Ssafirsotibones]

It was time to do battle.... Bones match had finally come. He had waited patiently for his turn to begin, and now he would be going onto the field to see what would happen.... He stretched his bare body, as he thrust his gladius up into the air... For today he had chosen his dhani form, and so had disrobed. After much deliberation, he had also left his Great Hammer behind. He was not good enough with it to use it in this fight. So he would just use his body and his gladius to do his damage. Bones looked across to try and see who his opponent was. But the rest were still clearing off, and so he could not see. Soon his teammates left back through the iron gate, and it closed.... He turned, letting out a loud hiss, to face his foe, and to see who it was. Today would be a glorious battle, no matter what happened... Especially when he won...

[Shazvagrimkon]

As Grim walked out with his team mates by his side he was prepared to fight and win for his allies. The sun beat down upon his bare skin as he stepped out and he heard many women in the crowd begin to whistle and shout. He held his short sword in his hand and then began to morph into his much larger and stronger dhani form for his fight. After he finished the transformation, whistles ceased and turned into screams and shouts from many. He ignored them and looked across the arena to see who his opponent might be. There stood a large muscular dhani with sword in hand. Grim had never seen another dhani before but this one was much larger then himself and lacked the rattle at the end of his tail. The sight of this being brought a feeling of dislike but he did not know why. Grim pushed aside the feeling and bared his fangs around at the crowd extending them to their full five inch length with a long hiss and a rattling from his tail.

[Miro]

Miro watched as Grim advanced forward, readying for a fight. A smirk came to rest on his lips as he looked around. Slowly he backed away towards the front row seating and hopped up into the stands. At the top of his lungs he screamed "Shale, I've got some more miza for you!" Miro took a seat and started cheering for Grimkon as loudly as he could. "Don't worry Grim, you've got your biggest fan right here...I will scream and shout until you stand in triumph." Miro began to start building up res on his arms. Front row seats had perks, there was no doubt that this would be a team effort.

[Ulric]

“Ugh, I detest snakes.” “Such dirty, filthy scales – and those eyes, so milky and cold…” Ulric shifted in his seat, turning to face the group of demure, silk-clad ladies that were insipid enough to sit behind him. Having lately acquired the repute of a gladiator that routinely beat and abused the crowd, he’d been a bit surprised at their choice of crudely graven benches. But at least they’d be good for something. “Ever wrestled with one?” There was a sharp intake of breath. “Excuse me, ser,” said a dark, high-breasted girl, “But we weren’t talking to you,” Her tone was haughty and glacial, though he detected a slight quaver of her lips. So much for ladies getting wet at the sight of a man in armor, he snorted, shaking with laughter. He didn’t say anything, just gave her a fiendish grin. “You’re supposed to turn around,” she ventured. “The trick is to grasp it firmly,” he raised a brow, “Making certain that it doesn’t slide from your grasp, and jerk it around until it goes limp. That’s how you wrestle a snake.” “What? The girl frowned. One of her friends shifted nervously, a slim, honey-blonde that couldn’t be much older than twelve. “But why doesn’t-” she began, before with a dawning look of horror, she clapped hands over her mouth. “Now, the Dhani on the left, the larger one with the silver scales,” Ulric leered at her, trying to speak pleasantly, “He’s a friend of mine, so every time he goes to strike, I want you to cheer especially loud, all right?” And just for good measure, he tugged the tiny parchment sheaf of honeyed dates from her dainty fingers before turning around. “Crush him to jelly, Bones,” he chuckled, leaning back to enjoy the show. Munch, munch.

[Ssafirsotibones]

Bones was a bit surprised to find himself fighting another of his kind. They were rare enough as it was, but to be put up against one in the tournament... The odds were surely high... But he would not worry on it. He would fight to the best of his ability, and put on a good show for the viewers as he beat the other snake to a pulp. He would slowly undulate his long tail, moving towards his opponent. He was not in a hurry to close the distance, he would let him come himself. Keeping his eyes on the dhani, he hissed in their native tongue, so that only the two of them could understand. "Hello my friend.... Rare is it two of our kind would meet here... But here we shall meet in battle.... Let the two of us make our race proud, and put on a good show for these humans.... May the best snake win..." Having said this, Bones fully concentrated on the battle, and on his foe. He started to get himself pumped up, and felt his battle spirit stir deep within him, were he usually held it back and in check... But know, as he always did when fighting, he would let it loose, to do as it saw fit.... To keep him alive, and to defeat his foe that would dare to try and strike him down... Closing the distance, he would hold himself in a ready stance, with his razor sharpened gladius in one arm, and his balled fist on the other. If his foe hesitated, he would make a sudden swipe with his blade, otherwise he would let him make the first move, and would try to block or parry the incoming attack. After all, it was best to see what the other could do first, and not reveal your true strength until necessary.

[Shazvagrimkon]

As his enemy slithered towards him, Grim estimated his size to be about twenty or so feet long. This is much larger than his fifteen feet. He was also bigger around. He would definitely need to be wary of this beings strength.

After his opponent began closing the distance Grim also slithered towards him and listened to the large dhani speak while approaching him. It would make since that it would be rare for the two of them to meet in combat since Grim had never met another of his kind.

He was ready for battle and had the familiar metallic taste of adrenaline in the back of his throat. Grim quickly coiled and lunged towards the side of his opponent where he held his sword so hopefully he wouldn’t be able to swing as well. When he neared his opponent, Grim would slash towards his mid-section. Whether it landed or not, Grim would continue moving and try to get behind or at least on the side of his enemy.

[Miro]

Miro watched in ecstasy as the two started their fight. Grim made a cunning move attempting a dip and slash. Miro smiled as his res came to form a thick ball in his right hand. His djed pooled in his arm and his muscles soaked it up like a sponge. The res transmuted into a hefty ball of ice and a smirk came to Miro's face as he wound back his arm. Before Bones had a chance to react, Miro screamed, "GO GRIMKON!" He focused on his arm, forcing it to throw the ball as hard and accurately as possible, aiming for Bones' face. Miro nearly fell from his seat onto the arena before him, barely catching the edge to save himself. He drew air deep into his lungs and began to cackle loudly. "Take THAT Bones! GO TEAM MIRO, YOU CAN DO IT GRIM!" Miro began jumping up and down, obscuring the view of those behind him as he paraded around like an idiot.

[Ssafirsotibones]

Bones had been ready to fight, and he did not have to wait long for his foe to make the first move. Which gave him time to gauge his skill, and work out a plan to fight him.... As his philosophy said, learn what you are better at than the enemy, and beat them in that. Surely he was better at something. As his foe went to move at him, Bones turned to meet him face on. As his first slash went to bite into him, Bones brought his gladius up to meet him. The two of their blades met, and Bones matched force to keep it there fighting, the blades pushing on one another held there. Then he moved to attack, with a combo of moves, as the man tried to shift to his side. He would dart out his left empty hand to try and punch him in the face, to see his reaction. Depending on how skilled he was with fighting hand to hand, he might be able to dodge or parry the blow... And if he was not... He might just take a blow to the face... But he did not stop there, twisting his lower half in a fashion, his long heavy tail would swing straight at the waist level of the snake man. If it struck, it would probably send him flying, or maybe even make him lose his grip on the blade in his hand. But he did both of these physical things almost at the same time. This meant he would be hard pressed to stop both, and would most likely either be so busy avoiding the punch to the face, he would not be able to simultaneously avoid the tail sweeping up at his chest. At the same time, it was all just a test. He was trying to gauge his relative skill... He was at least decent with his sword, he could tell that much, meaning they were similar in skill in them... But perhaps he was not good at fighting with his body? Either way he would either score a blow, or learn more of the abilities of who he was facing. Both would be beneficial to him for this battle. All of this happened in a few moments, as they met and fought. In battle, a lot could happen in a short time. From their perspective things were going much faster, though to those watching, it was a blur of movements and fighting. In the background, a snowball still arced in there general direction, possibly landing and hitting one of them, or even missing and striking the ground near them. But it had not reached them quite yet.

[Shazvagrimkon]

The familiar clang of metal on metal came to Grims ears as he felt the jarring of the impact. His suspicions of this opponent being much stronger then himself were confirmed as the blade moved none after he blocked Grims attack. As he continued to move forward, Grim noticed the fist coming towards him in the corner of his eye and the large muscular tail swinging towards him. From his other eye he saw a large white ball flash out of his sight but felt the icy rush of wind as it passed behind him heading straight for the larger Dhani’s chest. There was no way he could avoid both the punch and the large swinging tail and if he managed to avoid one it would just be barely.

Grim made a spit second decision and ducked his head enough to avoid the punch and snapped his jaws open quickly. He felt the venom ready to release. It had been months since the last time he used his venom. As the fist swung over his head and the tail came towards him he would catch it in his mouth and bite down hard, long enough to inject his large dose of poison into the tail and then release. His opponent would have a row of bite marks on the top and bottom with the top having two larger holes. The force of swinging tail would throw him back towards the gate he entered in and would surely leave his jaw sore for the days to come.