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Post by allizia on Jul 10, 2012 19:35:40 GMT -5
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It was their turn now. All other contestants of Round one had gone, and now only two fighters remained. Both dealing with Melee. One tall, lanky, and ginger, the other thicker built, dark, and rough looking. Odds were being placed on the bigger male, while a few select members who know the full power of the ginger placed theirs on him.
The light blinded Akelo for a moment as he walked into the arena, and when his eyes adjusted, he looked around. It was odd, fighting for amusement. He had put a thin film over his whip's end, to protect his opponent from the major harm of it, but he knew the film wouldn't last in the sun light. His gaze moved from the watchers in the stands to his opponent, and his eyes narrowed.
For once the male wasn't playful. His cloak was left in his home, no musical instruments around, and even his chocker was removed. The gold could corrode if bloodied. The male started moving around the arena's edge, awaiting the sign to begin.
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Muddy
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Post by Muddy on Jul 10, 2012 20:08:16 GMT -5
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Mikhail stood ready at the gate, large paws gripping his massive blade steadily. He had been looking forward to this for a long time. When he had heard the news he would be fighting Akelo, Lord of the legionary; he almost cracked a malicious smile. His scarred ear flicked with anticipation.
he took a few steps out, out into the blinding sunlight where he could vaguely spot Akelo on the opposite sigh. He gripped his blade tighter and rolled his shoulders. It seemed as if the tom was serious about the fight, this pleased Mikhail. Taking a few more pawsteps forward he stopped. " I've been looking forward to this" he said with his usual deep and cold voice. Mikhail narrowed his eyes, Akelo had his whip... good. This truly would be a fight to remember.
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Post by allizia on Jul 13, 2012 18:57:19 GMT -5
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The ginger tom stood still now. The sign for the fight to begin was about to come, and he was bracing himself. His first move...no, the toms first move. He would wait, and prepare. He had to steel himself not to use any magic. It was a melee fight only, and as such, thats what it would remain.
He saw it then, the sign. The flag dropped, the call rang out. BEGIN There it was then. He narrowed his eyes, shut off his mind to keep from feeling any intended hits, and crouched just barely. His muscles were tensed for doging, striking, countering, or parring. He was going to win this. He had to go onto the next round.
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