Decimean Arena
The crowd floods the Arena, waiting for the combat to start. The magnificent buildings of Decima city block the morning sun as the city comes alive. A referee in his heavy armor stands in the center of the Arena, waiting for the contenders. Nickademus looks up to the sky trying to guess the time once more, before the warriors walk in.
Ometla entered the stadium still wearing the pleased look, determination and adrenaline starting to pump through her body as she anxiously awaited her opponent to step into the arena.
Byron followed Ometla into the stadium and stopped near the entrance to take in the arena grounds. A flash of light caught his eye as a ray of sun reflected on the referee's armor. Giving Ometla a look and nodding towards the ref, Byron walked over to the man.
"Erm.." He started, not quite sure how things should proceed. "Hello, aye?"
"Oi!" replied
Nickademus. "What kind of battle're ye gonna want?" asked the referee rather bored.
Ometla followed her opponent's lead and walked to the referee. "We would like to request a single battle." said the woman, more geared up now that the fight was so close to starting.
Byron absently nodded once, his attention was already elsewhere. Ever the admiral, he was analysing the terrain for any advantages he could gain from it.
Ometla stared at her opponant searching for a weak spot, starting to formulate a plan for when the fight began. Sweat began to bead on her face from the sun as she looked around the arena to get a better understanding of what her first move should be
Cautiously, and stategically
Ometla start to walk towards her opponent. Looking around for advantage points and places of interest.
Battle has started!
The turns and positions are as following!
Ometla (H5)
Byron (H6)
Byron's turn! -
Deciding it might be best to get right to the point,
Byron gave a sudden boost in speed as he dashed towards Ometla and attacked with an upwards slash from the kukri blade he held in his right hand!
Ometla blocked the hit with everything she had.
Ometla quickly raised her whip to block, finding that the weapon was completely unsuitable for that purpose. While she was struggling with her own weapon, Byron approached and stabbed her in the stomach, dealing 7 damage. Blood fell from Ometla's mouth, indicating severe internal bleeding, and the Hauken tried to keep herself standing as she counter attacked!
Ometla's turn! -
Staggering back slightly,
Ometla starts to feel the full extent of the blow, realizing that it could cost her a lot more than just a battle. Yet she won't be finished that easily, so she takes her whip into an offensive stance, takes a deep breath and with all the strength she can give, she whips the man across his sweat gleaming face.
Byron quickly ducked to the side to evade the whip. He planned on landing a mere foot away from where he was, but in a crouch position.
Byron ducked to the side, but he underestimated the quickness of Ometla's whip, which slashes his chest, neck and cheek, leaving a nasty mark and dealing 3 damage!
Byron's turn! -
Clenching his teeth as he surpressed the pain,
Byron pounced towards Ometla, aiming a wide slash with his kukri knife to her waist!
Determined to protect her already injured body
Ometla ducks down to avoid the attack
With a swift strike, Byron cut through Ometla's stomach once more, knowing the are was already injured. 4 Damage was all it took to knock Ometla out and earn Byron the victory.
Battle has ended
Byron wins!
Byron gains 175 XP!
Nickademus walked to Ometla and took half her GP, handing it to Byron. "Congrats, mate." he said. "You also get to take one of her items.
"Thanks."
Byron said as he pocketed the gold. He then stood over Ometla, sizing up what meager posessions she had, before coiling up her whip and slinging it over a shoulder. He didn't want to take away her only weapon, but he sure as hell wasn't going to take some useless armor with holes in it!
"What happens to her now?"
Staggering to her feet
Ometla starts thinking of a way that she could possible barter for her only weapon back. "Would you be willing to barter with me for my weapon back. It's not of much use to you".
Byron started and even took a step back in surprise. Hadn't he just put enough holes in that woman to knock her unconscious? How was it that she was already up?!
"Buh?" He said, beffudled.
Freaky. Damn land-dwellers! At least at sea people didn't just get back up after being stabbed in the guts!
Spitting out a little blood,
Ometla gave a small smile, "Are you going to accept my offer or not, I would really like my whip back?"
Regaining his wits a bit,
Byron tapped his newly acquired whip against his chin. It was true he didn't need a whip, nor did he even know how to wield one without it coming to snap him in the face, but he wasn't going to do it for free!
"I'm telling you now, lady, I rarely do stuff if it isn't profitable for me. Now tell me why I'd help you?" He said, absentmindedly rubbing the mark on his chest he acquired from the battle.
Smiling as she saw the marks,
Ometla thought for a moment and then it came to her. "What if i teach you a trick you don't know, a unique trick that could aid you in battle? Would you be willing to give me my whip back then?
That caught
Byron's attention.
"A trick you say? Well..." He thought a second. "If it's good enough, then yes, you could have your whip back. Come on."
He walked out of the decimean arena and into the
lemirian colosseum.
Pleased with the mans decision,
Ometla gives one last look at the blood she had lost before following Byron out into the
Lemirian Colosseum.
Byron
Ometla
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