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.
Rogna puts trust in the blades Miss Kilsa has crafted for him in the past, using both of them to block the incoming blade as he manipulates it's force away from him. He guides it and tilts his blades and uses his side closest to Zevran to shoulder him backwards.
The large bader smiles at Mazurek, "He is a rhino, I would say use your natural talents if you got them. I have to side with Walden on this one. Though Rogna approach to it was unexcepted, I would have judged that he would have struck at the feet of Zevran during the charge but then again that me judging from here. I would have probably got outta the way the moment that Rhino decided to charge me." A few Rhino children in the stands started patting their small and duller horns in respect of the larger rhino in the ring. "I see he has a few fans." Kilsa notes with a smiles, "We will have more children wanting to be warriors yet." She smirkes watching Rogna use one of her finiest creations.
Tangie snickers when she hears the 2 warriors, in the ring, described as 'Heavy'. She'd more liken it to a pair of tanks participating in a demolition derby. She squints as Zevran practically stumbles to a stop. Her muzzle forms a broad smile at the ease and fluidity the Rhino pulls the blade from its scabbard. She definitely is hoping to observe some new maneuvers with this exibition.
Mazurek nods slightly, "For a pair of heavies, they have a notable grace to their movements. This would be the first I've seen either of them in battle, and I must say the Hippo is using techniques I would never have expected during this." He is missing the reaction of the youngsters, attention focused upon the two combatants fully.
Walden nods to Kilsa and Mazurek in turn. "I agree. I was impressed by the way the charge was handled. Wow... look at that swordplay though. A fancy whirl, and a well-timed parry. I'm not sure who's the more impressive fighter yet."
Ryusho hums softly as he slowly walks up to near where the others are grouped up watching as he hums, "...Well, Seems I missed the start of the fight, at least the very start, But how is everyone....And Looks like they are well matched at least from my only momentary view so far.."
Zevran takes a step back with his right leg as Rogna's shoulder connects, although he turns to the side as he steps to allow some of the momentum to pass by him. Since he is now facing Rogna at such close range, he releases the grip of his left hand on his sword and forms it into a fist as he attempts to deliver an uppercut to the Hippo's diaphragm, attempting to aim the punch just below the sternum.
Rogna takes a step back to lessen the extent of the blow and thrusts forward at Zevran with one of his swords, the other arcing to give the shoulder of the arm delivering the blow a graze that will both hinder Zevran's movement and rejuvinate him from the uppercut.
"Well Rogna fights like a graceful folk in a hippo costume but he has the power to back it. Zevran will be careful to treat his opponet like a rabid sand cat than a normal heavy folk." She nodded to Walden, "There are few folk that I would trust to have that much power and be level headed on the battlefield." She smiled watching Rogna moving with practiced ease.
Tangie watches the two combatants closely now. Big, heavy, powerful... She definitely would be concerned with having to face one. They are both more nimble and quick than their bulk would lead one to believe. Though she's sure she's faster, it would probably take but one of those massive strikes to stun the puma, should it get through. She smirks as her small buckler and grimaces at the thought.
Mazurek finally addresses the Armadillo directly while still watching the little dance, "The name's Mazurek. Private Lunch is just my callsign with the Lightbringers." He clears his throat softly, "Speaking of which... Lady Kilsa, would you allow Ryusho here to join us, or is he restricted to you only?"
Walden considers the way the two men are fighting very carefully. "It's true. I wouldn't have expected someone like Rogna to be able to move like this. There's definitely more than meets the eye there. It's interesting how Zevran is taking a far more aggressive approach than his competitor." He smiles up at Mazurek and says, "Hi Mazurek. It's sure nice to meet you. I'm Walden. I'm... not... really with anyone yet, I guess."
Ryusho hums softly as he shifts, watching, "..Seeing him fight, I still had not thought he could move like this, I suppose there are a lot of secrets to him that I did not know..."
Ictus hmms as he moves into the crowd, watching the fight as he does. He may be late, but better late than never right?
Zevran attempts to take a step back as he sees the thrust coming, but does not move quick enough to evade the grazing strike on his shoulder. He keeps his face expressionless as he feels the blade cut his leathery skin. As he steps out of range of further sword strikes, he attempts to shrug his shoulder and notices that the wound is somewhat hampering his movement. He grasps his blade with both hands and holds it pointing towards Rogna at about chest level. Hoping to overcome the handicap of his shoulder, he takes a short step towards Rogna before spinning in a circle with the blade and making a horizontal slash towards Rogna, attempting to use the momentum to make up for the power he would lose from his shoulder. Before the blade has a chance to bite into Rogna, he twists it so that the flat of the blade will slam into Rogna if the attack connects. If he misses, he will attempt to stop his momentum with the strength of his muscles about an eighth of the way through a second spin, grunting softly at the strain on his injured shoulder.
Rogna uses the time he has to sidestep, but steps into the attack as he realizes the sword is readusted to smack him not slice him. He uses this opening, while slim, to exchange blows, a heavy hearty smack from Zevran for a hearty blow to the head with the hippos elbow. Stumbling after the impact he adjusts his swords to begin an onslaught of attacks.
The badger looked at Mazurek with a smile, "I've given my retainer his choice of either joining you or joining the golden scythe. It is his choice alone, I will respect the matter either way." She looked at Walden with a small chuckle, "Sir Rogna isn't list any heavy I have seen in combat. Even I couldn't match his grace on my best day, but that is where his talent are their best." She smiled knowingly. "He wants to be the greatest swordfolk around so I don't see him limiting himself to just a heavy approach to combat." She watched as the match started to heat up. "You could always look into become a member of the Golden Scythe, Walden? We have plenty opening for those that have any array of talents."
Tangie glances about, noting how the children are reacting to the fight. She absently-mindedly hears the conversations around her, but really doesnt pay them any heed as she returns her concentration to ringing steel within the ring.
Mazurek is settled into a crouch at the judges podium alongside Kilsa and Walden, having chosen that over taking any seats. He is still towering over the Armadillo, though. He nods once to Kilsa, "Understood. Ryusho was showing an interest in the Lightbringers, though he was torn between it and his loyalty toward you." One large claw comes to rest on Walden's head, rubbing a little for no real reason other than to guage a reaction. His gaze remains on the competition, though.
