Ironsoul orphange funraiser arena round 2 - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
16/9/475
Log
The arena has been set dozens of orphans are on there edge of their seats waiting to see Zevran and Rogna begin thier match. Kilsa sits on her podium waiting for Mazurek and Walden to join her as new judges, "My fellow folk, We are here to watch two souls go at it and show these children that greatness can come from any background and to give these children something to strive for. Warriors if you are ready please come to the center of the arena." The Arena had been a stamped in a large circle with a fence to seperate the children from the fighters.
Tangie slowly moves into the Orphanage, having heard the harkers cry of a fighting competition. She wraps, then stows her weapons and loose gear. The puma peers as she slowly explores the arena and stands. Tngie nods to those in attendance as she finds an empty seat just a couple rows back from the actual fighting area. Sitting down she takes stock of those present, weighting their actions and visible abilities.
One of the judges, the ten-foot Iguana-dragon most have seen around town frequently, arrives in a fashion that might cause the children to gasp. He arrives airborne, his large shadow crossing the ground several times while he circles the area before finally coming to land close to the Podium alongside Kilsa. He is clad only in shorts.
Walden is full of wide-eyed excitement as he comes to his seat with the judges. The stocky fellow's in a brown robe, and it's far more utilitarian than ornamental. He offers a friendly nod and a smile to Kilsa and the now-landing Mazurek as he has a seat. "Awesome entrance, sir! I'm so excited," he says. "I've gotten a first-hand look at their fighting styles already, so my mind's racing with possibilities about how this match will turn out!"
Zevran enters the arena with a large smile on his face. He is wearing a similar ensemble to what he wore in his first match: a faded green tunic with brown trousers. His large sword rests on his back. He enters the fenced-in circle and walks to the far side before turning to the crowd. He raises his arms and flexes, attempting to excite the crowd in preparatino for the match.
Rogna enters the arena in his usual dress, with a smile as one hand rests on a sword hilt. "Hello there Zevran." he says as he moves to shake his foes hand. He remembers Zevran's soul gem from their previous outting, and says "I suggest limited use of dark magic here, as our intent is not to kill and we must be careful not to taint the young impressionable minds present." Whether or not the shake is accepted he moves a good distance away and prepares for combat.
Kilsa nods two her judges with a sweet smile, "The judges and I will be judging you NOT based on who is standing or now but by who has displayed the best skill and ability." The children gap at Mazurek and a few of them even duck their heads down scared that the giant might fall on them. They start to cheer at the strange winged lizard as if he was combatant himself. When both the warrior enter the children go wild and scream and wave their hands around excitedly. "Warriors! If you are ready to finally show these children what it mean to be a child of promise..." She paused for dramatic effect. "BEGIN!!"
Tangie watches intently as the two combatants prepare for the challenge. She scans the room, smiling at all the children and their enthusiasm. She takes a few moments to look over the so-called judges... trying to see things through their eyes. but her attention is drawn back to the Fighters as the Lady Badger sets them at each other.
Mazurek knows he shouldn't tease the youngsters so, but he simply can't help showing off a little. Before the announcement is made to begin, the dragon strikes several poses for the children and even goes so far as to let loose a torrent of flame into the air and away from anything flammable. Finally, he takes his place to one side of Kilsa and settles to a crouch instead of having a seat. He finally grunts an ackknowledgement to the Armadillo, "I have never done this sort of thing before, so we'll see who gives the most excitement for the children."
Walden clasps his hands together tightly and grins in excitement. "Man, I feel like one of the kids," he says with a rather giddy sort of giggle. "Two big swords. Yeah, I haven't either, Mr. Lu-umm, sir. But I do know awesome when I see it." He flashes a smile and a shrug, and he gazes down at the two men in the ring intently to see how they start out.
Zevran nodded when Rogna suggested limiting their dark magic, and shook his hand when it was offered. He watched as Rogna walked away and prepared for combat. He glanced towards the crowd before turning his gaze back on his opponent. "Let's give these kids a good show." He says across the arena, loud enough for Rogna to hear. "I' suppose I'll take the first move." He says as he stomps his right foot on the ground three times and lets out a light snort. He then lowers his horn and charges towards Rogna. Instead of unleashing a swing with his sword when he gets closer, he attempts to knock his opponent down, throwing out his arms to either side as he tried to tackle Rogna.
Rogna neglects to draw his sword, instead sidestepping and ducking as the charge progresses, only to lash out and shove his full force into a rise against the outstretched arms. He draws his swords as he does so and prepares to truely engage his foe.
Kilsa chuckles at Mazurek's antics, "You should come visit them some time, I bet they would scramble for the chance to have you carry them in flight." She turned to Walden, "Well count your self lucky, Walden. These two should give us a show that everyone will be talking about for weeks to come." She points at the adults who stood in the back just to see the match. "I've got everyone comming to see these warrior take on each other." Watched with interest as Zevran started the match off with a charge and the children cheer as Rogna countered.
Tangie leans back as she initally sees Zevran charging full bore at Rogna, greatly expecting to see a attempt to impale the hippo with the Rhino's horn. The attempt to tackle surprises the Puma as she gasps... amazed at Rogna's quick steps. She grins toothily as weapons flash from their sheaths... The battle is engaged.
Mazurek eyes Kilsa with a notable smirk, "That would be very similar to how I finally formally met Rogna down there. I was giving children rides in the market the other day. Rides on the ground, that is." He watches the combat begin, "Mmm. Is it fair to note that I would have expected a rhino to charge first and do something else later?"
Walden nods to Mazurek a couple times. "Oh, naturally. But at the same time, he's playing to his natural strengths, something I find commendable. They're both Heavy fighters, so we're likely to see a lot of moves involving that sort of strength. Already a nice start, I'd say."
Ryusho would awlk in, ducking through the door as he had heard of an event going on, though of course, he is -late- to its start, seems he has a odd tendency to end up late to things as he hears the cheering and partly rolls his eyes, as he realises he is late -again- oh well, better late then never he supposes
Zevran stumbles to the side as Rogna's rise off-balances him. He notes the movement and flash of steel as he stumbles that signals Rogna drawing his blade. He drops to a knee to stop his momentum before quickly standing up. He draws the large sword from its place on his back, holding it above his head and whirling it in a circle before bringing it downward in a diagonal slash towards Rogna.
