[The Akeldama Colosseum] Double Down Dueling (Miro & Kinneas

[Miro]

24th day of Fall, 511 AV

Miro had long since been tired with Kinneas' asocial attitude lately. He had not spent any time with his friend in too long and that would have to change. Miro craved his attention desperately. If Kinneas would pay mind to his achievements then there we other ways to get attention. One can ignore a friend who has a busy social life quite easily. But when somebody terrorizes you on a daily basis turning a blind eye is none too easy. Miro had been steaming up ideas on how this would be achieved. Kinneas didn't even know how much stronger Miro had grown, or how much more devious. He had been brewing in a vengeful lust for attention. He had sometimes even dreamed of setting fire to draw attention. It was all a bit too much for him to take action on. For now that was. Kinneas would get one more chance to give attention to him, but no longer would he wait for him to approach. Today he would approach and 'ask' for him to spend the day with him. Being with a person day after day one would find themselves rather attached. If Kinneas their friendship suddenly severed it would be by Miro's knife slicing it apart.

Miro took a hand to his eyes, wiping the morning from them slowly. He sat up and tilted his head to each side snapping out the kinks. Letting out a yawn he walked over to where his clothes rested and began to dress himself. There was still the ache of the morning in his bones, but that soon too would fade away. He picked up the bracelet and scowled down at it. "Damn thing...I don't even like it. But..still, I will don this as a mark of determination. Together we will find her and end it for good." He let out a sigh and secured it to his left wrist. It had an eerie feel to it. Though it had grown cold from the floor, that was not what bother him. Almost like it had been tainted with the sight of death, the bracelet shared in Miro's pain. Miro finished up in his room and sought out his friend now. Kinneas wasn't in his room, nor in either of the common areas. Perhaps he was outside? Miro peeked out into the courtyard. He saw his friend sitting solemnly in its center. Quietly Miro tried to approach him, but before he could even begin to move close he felt Kinneas watching him. "Hey sorry to bother you Kinneas. I think today is a nice day to go out. Perhaps we could go to the colosseum. I am going to fight today, and, well...I am feeling like taking a risk. Perhaps I will fight some lions today. You can feel free to watch...oh, unless...no. You wouldn't want to fight with me would you?" Miro turned away to hide the grin that was forming on his face. He bowed his head as if he was disappointed and waited for Kinneas to respond. Deception always had consequences of some sort. Sometimes it was successful, but other times they were less than favorable. The dice had been rolled, the risk taken. Would his gamble end in triumph?

[Kinneas]

The silence of the courtyard was the best to meditate to. Silence, its voice filling the ears, but the low whisper could easily be broken by the noise. Noise always broke the soft and kind voice of golden silence. Having banished most of his thoughts he had his evantia extended around him. Now he was just feeling everything that was able to be felt. Feeling even the slightest movements all about him and noticing the changes in the atmosphere around him. There was nothing quite like feeling with this mark the movements of things, of others, of objects around him. It was as if he existed in a heightened sense of being. It was through the touch of the divine that he was granted this gift, this power that would help him succeed in all his goals, whatever they may be.

His breathing was slowed and his eyes closed the darkness greeting him was not truly blinding for he another set of eyes, another sense, his sixth sense of awareness around him. Hearing someone come up before he felt them enter the invisible field around him his eyes shot open and he looked to see who it was. Miro. Once he recognized his friend he greeted him with a big smile. Listening to what he had to say ”Miro.” the name itself a sentence a statement of recognition, ”You can bug me anytime, kid.” he grinned at him, ”Fighting some lions, eh? That does sound dangerous.” he told him, his voice having a hint of playfulness. Watching Miro drop his head Kinne got to his feet, ”You are right though, today is an excellent day to spend some time with you.” he told him bringing an all too playful hand up to ruffle the kids hair a little, ”So, the Colosseum?” he asked stretching out the muscles that were tense from sitting in his posture for all that time, trying to shake away the stiffness that had set in.

”Im not sure what I could do to help you in a fight.” he told him, ”Its been a while since I have really fought anything.” he said looking at the practice dummies at one end of the courtyard, ”Those have been my competition for a while now.” he said gesturing to the dummies slightly as he began to walk through the yard, ”So,” he started unsure of really what to do with Miro, ”To the Colosseum?” he asked as if eager to get this over with, ”Or do you have a little preparation to do?” he asked in a teasing tone.

[Miro]

The sentence stuck out. "Not fought in a long time eh Kinne?" Miro thought to himself. Kinneas was sure ready to go out and have a battle, but perhaps he had a point. It had been far too long since Kinneas has had to worry about the pain of a fist sinking into his face, but Miro could help with that. He turned and instantly threw his right fist towards Kinneas' face. He knew he wouldn't catch him off guard too bad, and more than likely the punch would be deflected, but that wasn't important. He would follow that up with a left handed punch towards the general area of his chest, then the same with his right. If Kinneas would avoid them Miro would be pleased. If not, then he would learn a lesson. Once the combination of punches ended Miro would hop back and take an offensive stance signaling to Kinneas that it was time to throw down in one of their sparring sessions. It was going to be fun, and somebody was gonna win. Miro had yet to beat Kinneas in a hand to hand sparring match, but times were changing and Miro was soon to be champion of the arena. Kinneas would throw his best. Miro would throw it down, and take it like a champion. A fight before a fight, how perfect!

[Kinneas]

Kinneas smiled glad to have made the decision to spend the day with his friend. This was going to be great even if he did not have to fight, he might as well fight with Miro to humor him. Pointless fighting was frowned upon by him, but if he could gain some coin then fighting wasn’t so pointless then. Weighing the odds and ends of the morals of fighting in the Colosseum for the Miza alone, he smiled at the thought of having miza to spend on his house and he was eager to get it fixed up. That was his goal. He needed to raise his family from the ashes, quite literally, and start anew in this city of illusion, his childhood home. Yes, he was going to start a new family and Miro was just the beginning.

Then, out of the blue a feeling creeped up on him. Intent, and movement, and… looking at Miro he saw the fist flying to his face. Smiling he raised a hand to block the fist, and waved his forearm in front of the other barrage of fists to knock them to the side. Miro… he was attacking him? Playful kid. Quickly assuming a stance he watched as Miro as the kid jumped back and started to assume a stance, but Kinne would not let him finish his stance. If Miro was going to attack him unannounced who said he had to fight fair also? They were friends after all. Grinning as Miro jumped back he stepped forward to close the gap and using the momentum of the step he pivoted on a foot, planting it, and using the other he brought up his knee, and turned his hip forcefully snapping the rest of the raised leg towards Miros head. If Miro was not fast then his attack would surely hit. Kinne would laugh a little as he took his stance again, ”I thought you wanted to go to the Colosseum.” He said.

[Miro]

Miro was happy to see Kinneas so ready to fight, but to be THIS into the fight? Before Miro could even settle his footing Kinneas had a heavy kick sailing towards his face. Miro brought up his arm to defend, attempting to bring his other to brace it as well. He forced his djed flux to his arm as quickly as possible. He pumped his djed into the muscles as quickly as they would flow. The foot pressed hard hitting Miro in the arm and knocking his feet out from under him. Miro's torso guided as he flew a few feet to the side and landed hard on his shoulder and rolled a bit. The hit hurt in a few areas. His arm, his shoulder, his side. They were paining him quite a bit, slowing him for a moment as he lifted to his feet. The pain eased slightly, but he could still feel the tinge from the impact. He brushed the dirt off and steadied his feet under him. Luckily Kinneas was being generous, letting him get to his feet. This was starting to piss Miro off. He needed to do some damage! Miro began to emit res over both of his arms. He shaped it to cover his forearms in a layer and transmuted it to ice, giving them a hardened covering. From his hands to his elbow was a thick coat that would give him a heavier punch and a tougher guard to break. The tingle of cold made Miro shiver with ecstasy. He did not want to use djed now, but Kinneas was a tough customer. Miro ran at him and would attempt at get in close, too close. Once there he would lead with a singular heavy punch, aimed right at Kinneas' center. He would try to drive it in and up, hopefully pushing him off his feet. It would house all of his force, taking power from his entire body. A solid stance and a flood of determination, it would have to work.

[Kinneas]

His attack hit just as planned. He had caught his friend off guard and the kick being as powerful as it was had unexpected results. Miro had not even have got a sure footing as his attack landed and sent the boy flying, and even when he landed he rolled a few feet before coming to a stop. Maybe he should have been a little lighter on his attacks, but then again Miro was never the one to enjoy being held back on. So, he felt obligated to go all out. Well, that was the excuse he used. Deep down he felt bad about hitting his friend so hard, but then again, they were just playing right. A part of him wondered if Miro heard his words about the Colosseum. They shouldn’t be fighting each other but heading there.

His stance was like a rock as he planted himself and faced his foe. He was not going to let MIro off easy if he wanted to continue this fight. What was with him wanting to fight before they even reached the Colosseum? Isnt that where they were supposed to fight. Kinne analyzed the movements of the kid before him, watching him get up, ”That was a good block.” he complimented him, ”I didn’t give you much time at all to react.” he nodded impressed at the kids performance thus far. He was getting stronger, better, and soon he wouldn’t have the right to call him a kid. Perhaps he needs to watch this boy more carefully. He is growing in this city, that is sure, but into what? Kinne felt a deep sorrow for being so neglectful thus far. He had been so busy with himself that he didn’t allow anytime for his best friend, the kid that he helped raise. What kind of person was he?

Allowing the kid up before he attacked again seemed to be a bad idea as he saw ice being transmuted on Miros arms, ”Don’t you want to save that stuff for the real fight?” he asked readying himself for Miros attack. It seemed predictable enough, the one punch, the intent was to do some damage. What was he thinking? Smiling, this was a simple enough attack to deflect. Opening his hand he stepped towards the kid as the punch was flying at him and aimed his hand at Miros wrist in an attempt to redirect the attack. The open-handed punch landing hard against the ice-armored arms of the boy knocked the punch to one side, but the timing of Kinnes redirection was a little off causing Miros attack to, yes, miss the mark, but hit him in the side. The force of the attack made him wince as he was hit by it. His side would be definitely bruised by his friends punch.

With one hand busy being used to redirect the attack Kinne used the other to clench into a fist and bring it back across his body, winding it back, elbow bent, before letting the back of his fist fling across the air arm straightening as he aimed the attack right at Miros face. A backfist sort of attack.

[Miro]

Miro's attack landed, though not as hard as he had hoped. Kinneas, as usual, was great in hand to hand. The attack moved off to the side leaving Miro off balance. He put too much effort into this attack to be thrown to the side. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the attack coming. The punch he had sent forward left him open, putting too much confidence in the attack had a major drawback. It was coming straight for his head. The only thing he could hope to do was dodge now, or more so lessen the blow. Miro tried to dip to the side, moving down and away as quickly as possible. Just as he moved down Kinneas' fist whopped him in the back of the head, sending him hard to the ground. Miro dropped down landing on his arms. His forehead nearly smacked the hard ground below. His head hurt pretty badly. Damn Kinneas and his Evantia mark. That and his kickboxing made an unfair combo. Miro formed a bit of res and moved it to his hand. He melted off his ice sheathing and attracted some of the water to the res. He froze a ball in his hand and held it on the site of injury. "OKAY! Kinneas, no more! I want to be on your team now. No more of this. Geez, you haven't gotten rusty have you?" Miro rubbed his head some more. Slowly he got to his feet. "Come on Kinne, you lead the way." Miro was going ready to follow him now. Hopefully their short bout would not hinder them in their fight that was soon to come. Miro was definitely read for a fight though, but this time he would take on one he could win. I mean, how could he not? Kinneas was with him now and that unfair power would be his greatest weapon.

[Kinneas]

His attack and knocked Miro to the ground. Still the kid ducked and almost dodged his attack, but almost is not good enough here. It either hits or it doesn’t, simple as that. Though he felt bad for striking his friend like that he needed to end the fight, this silly little duel before they were both out of energy to fight in the Colosseum. Miro was still very much a kid and he thought that the boy proved it every day. Not that it is a bad thing, but it was sometimes a little much. It would seem he had a lot to learn before he was ready, though sometimes the kid surprised him with the level of maturity when the time calls for it. Impressive indeed.

Watching the boy get up Kinne stood there and observed Miro nursing his hurt head. That is what he gets for messing around. He felt the intent, and he could predict that the fight was over. However one match was over another was just beginning. They were headed to the Colosseum. ”Miro, you alright?” looking over the boys head, he didn’t seem to be bleeding or anything but a knock to the head could be very damaging. Laughing at what Miro said Kinne was glad that the little match was over. It was silly to fight before a fight.

”You want me to lead the way?” he smiled at his friend, ”Alright, but I have to get something first.” he informed him looking at the door that lead to his room. He needed to get his gauntlets if he was going to fight. Sometimes having something a little harder than ones fists was good, especially when a person will be knocking others around with his hands. Turning away from Miro, who was still rubbing his head a little maybe he shouldn’t have hit him so hard, he started towards his room. Once in he hurriedly grabbed his gauntlets and made his way back to his friend. ”Do you have everything you need?” he asked. If so then Kinne would patiently wait for Miro to go get whatever he needed before saying, ”Alright then, lets go.”

With that said he lead the way out of the Manor and onto the streets of Alvadas, they were headed to the Colosseum and luckily enough it was just in sight, towering over buildings and if one would listen close enough they could hear the crowd over the noise of the streets. Yes, it would be no time at all before they reached the entrance. Looking back at Miro Kinne gave a reassuring smile, ”Well, we are here.” he said hesitating, ”You ready?” he asked giving Miro a chance, as well as himself, to gather their nerves. The black gates were welcoming, oddly so, and Kinne lead the way in.

They did not get very far before a voice greeted them ”Miro.” the voice seemed happy to see him and it seemed that Kinne was just look pasted, ”Have you come to fight ?” the voice asked, belonging to the owner and keeper of the Colosseum, Shale. ”My, my exciting isn’t it?” he asked as the crowd burst into a fit of cheers and roars, as if they were greeting the two newcomers of the Colosseum. The Kelvic smiled, ”And you are?” he asked taking a moment to look Kinne over before he froze and his grin, getting ever shark-like, widened, ”Its always a pleasure to have new contestants.” he said as if he was reeling in another.

Kinne smiled politely at the man, ”I am Kinneas Avain.” he introduced himself to the person before him, ”I can assume you run this place.” his statement sounded more like a question, ”Though, yes, we have come to participate in the Colosseum” he stated the plain facts.

”Shale.” the man stated his name before clapping his hands, ”If you have come for a fight then this is the place.” he laughed hearing the crowd again, ”It sounds like the fight is almost over. Good news for you two.” he turned and began leading the way through the twisting passages of the Colosseum, past holding rooms and to the thick black iron gates that barred the way to the Colosseum sands. Peaking out past the barks the master of the colosseum watched the fight, ”You two will fight the winners of the match” Shale stated.

[Miro]

Kinneas asked if Miro had everything he needed after grabbing his gauntlets. Miro's eyes popped open with the sudden realization that he was not prepared. Was he hit that hard? Miro ran inside and sifted through his stuff. Blade? Perhaps he would take Griever out. What could it hurt to be prepared? Miro grabbed him and began to emit res under his clothing. He forced it into the fibers of his shirt and added to it. Before long his shirt had an extra inch in each direction of res that he transmuted into ice. It held snugly in the fibers of the shirt and fit close to his body encasing it in a shell. It was a bit heavy, but the ice was comforting and it would provide some good armor.

Miro returned back to Kinneas with a skip in his step. The pain of the fight had left him and he was now ready for a real fight. One where they would not have to hesitate or hold back. He nodded to show Kinneas that he was ready and off they went. As they walked Miro followed Kinneas closely, mentally prepping himself. He was pretty sure that Kinneas had deactivated his gnosis, and a few prep punches at the air and a mental pep talk would go unnoticed. Soon they came upon their destination. The home of excitement and the best place for a team building fighting experience. "I am ready, sure. As long as you are by my side I can take on the world. Just be sure you are ready. Can you raise your fist to somebody other than a child?" Miro snickered and gave an innocent look to show he was kidding. Kinneas was a very disciplined individual. Making a comment like that was rude, but it would be Miro's win against him for the day. That, and perhaps another prank later on as a thanks. Now Miro would start to produce res that would gradually cover his arms in a thick gelatinous pool. He would keep at it until they were completely covered in a thick cloak that would lead his foe to a painful end.

Finally they entered the gates and walked in to Miro's home and work. He missed the place a bit too much and he was more than happy to return to his people, his adoring fans. This time he would have an assistant. A sidekick to aid him in his performance. Not long after entering Shale greeted him. "Shale, you know just what I want! It is very exciting indeed." Miro bowed his head for a moment and then looked over to Kinneas as Shale inquired about him. Miro thought he might want to introduce him, but Kinneas was perfectly capable. Their introductions continued and Miro began to follow through the passages. The crowd seemed pumped up today. Whoever was out there was sure putting on a show. Miro was getting a bit excited. The fight was almost over and that was the best news he could hear right now. Well, perhaps besides that Shale had decided to give him a raise. "Good to hear Shale! You know how I hate to be kept waiting. And these winners, they better be ready for a real fight. I don't want some worn out pushovers. I won't accept anything less than amazing. I am here and i am ready to trample the competition for my people! Kinneas and I won't stop until the crowd has cheered so hard they won't be able to speak for a week. Or until they are bled dry of their gold." Miro laughed an overconfident hardy cackle and continued on. "Shale, both you and I know that I am the best thing to ever walk through those gates. Let's get on with the show!" Miro waved his arms grandly. "Here I am! Here WE are...LET THE PRAISE RAIN DOWN!"

[Kinneas]

Kinne looked out at the fight a little nervously. So many people out there watching, their cheers filling the air making the man panic a bit. He has never fought in front of this many people before. His thoughts began racing as he grew increasingly weary of waiting, the cheers choking the air with the crowds enthusiasm and lust for violence, it was unreal. Taking a step back Kinne took a couple deep breathes to calm himself. There was no need to freak out over numbers; it wasn’t like he was going to be fighting the crowd though in the Colosseum it was exactly that, was it not?

Regaining his composure he looked out the gates again watching the match between two humans and a Zith and another Human. A Zith… The things of nightmares that his mother used to tell him about every time she thought he was getting out of line. He could hear her voice now behave or the Zith will come and steal you away for here that was always her threat, always the same thing with the horrible monsters. The fight was getting intense and it seemed that one of the humans used some sort of magic as the red sands themselves began to rise and swirl around the opponents blocking everything from view. Then the sands crashed to the ground once again sending a great wave of dust towards the crowd and it came flying at the gates. Kinne hopped back and covered his eyes and face with his arms to shield himself from the incoming aftermath of the spell. Coughing as the dry dirt entered his lungs he fled further back into the catacombs of the colosseum seeking ‘fresh’ air.

Shale did the same, and for a couple of minutes the dust stood in the air, the light being blocked out by the cloud that the wizard produced. Though soon enough a brisk wind blew though the place clearing out the dust that obscured the view of everyone. There was a moment of silence, a slight dumbfound moment by everyone, but then cheers when they realized the batter was over the human duo which were facing the mix-raced team were laying on the ground covered in battle wounds. Covered in dust, only the mage standing was dirt free and it was quite obvious that his powers were something to be feared. Shale looked over to Miro and shrugged, ”I don’t know about the best thing.” that was all he told the boy before the black gates raised and the losers of the match were being dragged out of the Colosseum and by the looks of the two it was hard to tell if they were exactly alive. A grim thought, Kinne could actually die fighting here. This was no game, yet these people treat it as such.

”Ladies and Gentlemen,” the man began raising his voice over the cheers of the crowd using the strange cone-like device, ”Do you want more?” he announced his question and the crowd roared in response, ”Good, good” The crowd began to quiet down actively listening to the mans words, ”Because we got more on the way.”[color] the man smiled turning around in circles adoring the attention of the crowd, a happy crowd means more money, [color=green]”Yes, you heard me right, we have one more fight lined up for you tonight, aren’t you lucky? Getting more than you paid for. That almost could be interrupted in the sound of his voice, and the way he spun his words. The fighters who were left standing, the Zith, and the mage were dumbstruck by Shale’s words, but it was their job to follow his lead and fight when he says so. Noncompliance could lead to the loss of every miza they earned today.

”We have another regular returning tonight.” Shale announced, ”The great and powerful” he paused letting the crowd brood on those words for a moment, ”Miro!” at that it was the kids cue to walk out onto the sands. The pair of fighters would grin thinking the kid an easy target, that is all they saw, Miros age. They had no idea, ”And a newcomer, Kinneas of the Iron Fist!” with that Kinne would follow Miros example and walk out a little embarrassed by the name given to him. Though he did have his gauntlets.

OOCFeel free to finish up anything and start the fight. I cant write for this anymore quite yet.