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Round 1: Shanui Reefthorn - BONUS ROUND; Location: Arena Eleven
Topic Started: Feb 12 2011, 06:30 PM (669 Views)
Lord Talancir D'Landior Feb 12 2011, 06:30 PM Post #1
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 The sun arose the next morning over a whitened landscape. The cafeteria had prepared a light breakfast for those who wished to eat before their fight, and bonfire pits had been dug at intervals into the ground. The snowstorm had largely blown itself out; only a slight flurry floated gently downward from the sky. The door to the arena battlegrounds stood closed, and Auriel stood silently in front of them, his gauntleted hands clasped behind his waist.

When all were gathered, he spoke,

"There be one o' ye who'll be th' Champion this time 'round. Many o' ye'll fight fer it, but only one'll claim it. Oi pose these questions t' ye: Who then 'as th' right t' call us victor? O' who'll th' poets adore in prose an' song when th' dust 'as settled? 'Tis naught but th' roaring crowd, th' audience who takes note; th' final opinion that crowns heroes an' makes tyrants rot in cold dungeons. D' ye 'ear 'em? D' ye 'ear their clamour?"

Auriel raised a hand above him; at this signal, choreographed fireworks soared up from the castle turret in the middle of the battleground, and split the air with thunder and noise. The audience in the nearby distance roared their approval.

Auriel let his arm fall to his side, and glanced up and down the group of assembled warriors. "Go, an' win glory fer yerself, yer family, country, or whomever. Yer destiny awaits." The doors behind him opened to reveal a stone passageway, held up by reinforced wood buttresses and lit by brass lanterns.

Inside the hallway were doors, next to which heralds were standing, calling out names.

"You there! You must be Shanui Reefthorn...? Oh, I should hope so. Come on then, let's get you to your match."

The herald promptly leads you to the arena, the snow crunching under his paws. There as a layer of snow about four inches thick, covering what appeared to be a layer of peat and gravel. Wooden logs were posted up from the ground, seemingly at random and offering a modicum of cover. To counter the heat, eight large iron braziers on metal legs were set against the perimeter of the arena, blazing hot from the fires that had been burning in them since early morning. The snow under them had already melted, turning the peat into a thick, muddy bog several feet out from the braziers.


"Now then, you've understood that you've ten blows on your opponent to win. Torso (that includes the shoulders, mind) and thighs count as one strike, the head, two. Only seven points to be counted by ranged. If you've a mind to surrender, shout your intentions, that the judges, your opponent, and myself can hear them. Do you understand?" After hearing the reply, the herald nodded, and turned to the arena audience.

"My Lords, My Ladies, welcome to the first round of the Fourth SB Tournament! Announcing his debut match in this special Bonus Round, I give you Shanui Reefthorn!"

The audience erupted in applause and cheering, and the fanfare horns blew their salutation. With a flourish, the herald bowed to the audience, then to the Judge's box, and left the arena.

Auriel appeared in the judge's box, and leaned over the railing to address the combatant below. "Th' match will nae begin until ye choose which option t' take. Ye 'ave three options! Option One an' Option Two'll yield a battle, an' yer goal'll be t' acquire victory by landin' ten strikes, or by havin' more strikes than yer opponent when yer time is up. Th' third option means ye decline th' bonus match, an' ye'll accrue neither a victory, or a defeat. Ye look like a sporting fellow, so Oi don't think ye'll be takin' th' third option. If that's th' case, which will it be? One or Two?"
Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Feb 12 2011, 07:55 PM.
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Lady BlizShadow Feb 24 2011, 09:53 AM Post #16
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I still can't use this.

 [We're allowed to canonically finish these matches off as suggested in the OOC, right?]

At once, Al's claws fell, slumping the shoulders along with them. His lips fell back over his teeth and proceeded to be groomed of blood. His face relaxed, as did his tail; His entire demeanor just sagged once he heard his opponent had surrendered.

But he wasn't disappointed. In mere competition, there was no need to kill someone over some stupidly-misplaced sense of pride. He had yet to determine if any of these other competitors had the same level of dignity and maturity that Shanui had, so for that, the least the dog could do was honor him with an outplaced hand for assistance, and finally, the first words spoken from him during that entire match.

"Good job, Shanui. You were a great competitor."
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Lord DragonFlame Feb 25 2011, 01:12 PM Post #17
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Never thought he'd become defeated, but it wasn't all that bad, considering that he at least shown the courtesy.
Appreciating the gesture, looking back with a faint smile.
"You've taught me a lesson Al. Never underestimate a foe, from it's size."
Given a light-hearted chuckle, only to be reminded that he was surely in need of some treatment.

"Say...! Want to accompany me back to the cafeteria."
At least it shows that some doesn't all move in for the kill. Of course if there's no other alternative, but everyone should know their limit.

The crowds idle chatter in the background, almost anticipating the finisher, perhaps disappointed by the outcome.
Ignoring whatever words their throwing at them. It would've been at least ideal leaving this slushy environment behind.
Edited by DragonFlame, Feb 25 2011, 01:14 PM.
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