Trial of Heros II (Important message on Pg. 59)

[aleshana]

Zoey heard about the tournament going on and deiced to go and see what was happening. As she walked in she saw that the melee fight was still going on. Zoey just stood there wondering what to do when she started looking for a seat see saw a man wearing a hood and a elven woman in a special box with tons of food and drink that made it look as thou they were royalty or something.
As she keep looking at the man and elf in the box her stomach started to growl, she looked around seeing if any had heard it being embarrassed she started up to the box , They cant eat all that food she thought walking in to the box.
Zoey entered the box not even taking a look up at the man and woman. Zoey sat down a the far end of the table grabbing a glass of wine and a few small pieces of fruit. And started watching the men in the tournament acting as thou she belonged there.


((Hey sorry for not posting in a while the past weeks have be brutal for me xd ))  

[Orin Dragoon]

Shmitty stayed glued to his seat as the fight got even more intense
"oh it looks like theres no way out" he said to himself as he sat alone on the top of the stands, he was so into the match he didnt notice himself stand up in some attemped to get a better veiw.  

[Captain Fox McCloud]

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[Tramer]

thou the alcohol was starting to get to Tramer he still keep a vigilant eye on the fight, Tramer gave a slight chuckle as Epotheros and Ezorin became locked together, Tramer saw several ways for Ezorin to free himself but all of which would take some quick thinking on Ezorin’s part, Tramer was so focused on the fight he didn’t notice as the young cat demon took a set. Tramer took a long drink as he reached forward to place his cup on the table he noticed the female cat demon sitting at the table, Tramer looked over at Larien a confused expression on his face before turning back toward the demon, Tramer gave a slight chuckle as he returned his attention to the fight.  

[Orin Dragoon]

his focase went from the fight to the elf in the hood, seeing another girl in the stands with them, his stomach growled, a big reminder that he was hungry, so he thought if the girl joined them, so if he did it, it wouldnt be that big of a deal but how there were annoying people everywere, wait i jest could simpley jump over there,both of the races he orginated from were both really good jumpers and with the weight traing he did he should be able to jump over there no problem... besides he could jump twice if he needed , he got up on the stands then a heart beat later he was in the air, his robes wiping threw the air as he flew across the stadium, landing on the rail to the privet box with a thud, he looked at the elf in hood and said "hello there, mind if i join you?" he was standing on the rail hunched over and hanging onto it with his hands, for balence  

[Tramer]

Tramer was poring himself a glass of wine when he noticed the tall fox demon flying through the sky, Tramer watched completely stunned almost spilling wine everywhere as he watched the demon land just in front of the box. Tramer looked at the demon as he spoke still a bit confused, he then looked at the cup of wine wondering if he was hallucinating, “um…ya mak youslf…at hom…” Tramer said his words slightly slurred as he watched the demon from under his hood. Suddenly before Tramer even thought about it the alcohol speaking more than Tramer “how…tallll are youuu?” Tramer asked his words slurred.  

[Orin Dragoon]

he climbed into the box "thanks" and poured himself a glass of the strange drink they called wine, he smelled it "it smells sour.. well if its good" he chugged it and made a funny face "weird taste" he then smiled as he rememberd his wooden pipe in his pocket, he started to pull out the peace when he heard the quistion, and he was thrown from a happy mood into a dark and twisted mood "I dont know a**... how short are you" his glare was soul percing, he then with his claws, broke the chair the elf was sitting in, tipping it over  

[Tramer]

Tramer stumbled over, normally he would had hand no problem caching himself but in his current condition he fell flat on his back, Tramer forced himself back onto his feet, his hood had been thrown off his head reviling his altered eye, “I think im about 5,10” Tramer said laughing as he approached the demon, Tramer pulled up a new char sitting back in his original spot, not even realizing his face was visible, “I did deserve that…” Tramer laughed his words slurred just before taking a deep drink of wine.  

[Orin Dragoon]

Shmitty laughed as the elf fell to his back, watching him get up he noticed his eye but didnt call it to the drunk elfs attion. he sat next to the elf and pulled out his wooden pipe, he put it to his lips and with a flick of his finger a small flame came from the tip and he took a long puff from his pipe, the smoke smelt good with a light skunkyness to it, he held in the smoke and blew it out slowly making it look like bellowly clouds as the air took it away
"so... whats your name " shmitty said trying not to cough, so he took another drink from the wine cup cool  

[Bortelex]

Perfect, Ezorin thought, exactly what I thought he would do. Ezorin gave a faint smile. Once the staff and his left arm were extended and the staff deflected, Ezorin released the staff and grabbed and held Epotheros' right wrist. Epotheros' wrist was held so that his sword in his right hand was going out level with the shoulder. Ezorin held firm so that Epotheros would not be able to easily pull his sword into a fighting position. As Epotheros tried to force Ezorin's right arm into an unfavorable position, Ezorin angled the short sword to a more vertical angle and pushing out slightly, that way the swords were still locked and no one was in a dominant control. If Epotheros tried to attack with his left sword he would be leaving himself wide open.

((This is in reaction to the first part of the last post effectively negating the last part as that would only occur if Ezorin did not actively respond.))  

[maurikal]

Fascination played across the Sernian's face as she watched the match progress. Clover had never thought Ezorin would be as formidable against Epotheros as he truly was. The two seemed to know what was coming and how to counter it before she had processed what had occurred a few seconds prior.

Letting out an aggravated sigh, Clover internally cursed the tall individual who had just sat in front of her. Not wanting to miss any of the match, she stood and walked towards the aisle and scanner the area in pursuit of a good seat, where she’d be able to watch the fight without an obstacles hindering her view. As she was arguing with herself about what her next destination would be, she noticed something soar through the air. Clover’s head jerked to catch sight of what had just passed by, and realized that it was a man, who happened to have landed in the private box that Epotheros and she had met Tramer and Larien in the day before.

“Maybe..” she murmured as she walked to the private box with curiosity. More importantly, if Tramer and Larien were still there then just maybe she would be able to watch the rest of the match without too much distraction. Reaching her destination Clover was relieved to see both Larien and Tramer, but quickly realized that the mage had been drinking. From times in the past, she knew of his foolish habit. Rolling her eyes at the scene before her, she also noticed two others that she had no acquaintance to.

“Making new friends?” Clover jested in a whimsical tone before she grabbed a chair and dragged it over to edge of the box and sat at an angle so that she could watch the match, but still see the others in the box. A small frown furrowed in her brow when she saw how much of the match she had missed. Somehow the two fighters were locked in a sense and she wondered what their next move would be.

 

[Captain Fox McCloud]

Seeing that Ezorin had his wrist locked in a way that it would be very difficult to strike his opponent with, he decided to throw his chances on luck. It was the best thing he could do at that point without burning Ezorin to a crisp. Epotheros unlocked the sword in his left hand from the embrace of Ezorin's short sword bring it down parralell to Ezorin's right arm and jerking it towards the neck. Due to the angle of the strike it would be impossible for Ezorin to dodge by ducking, moving to the left, forwards or even backwards. This however left Epotheros' left side completely vulnerable to attack. This is where luck came into play. Either Ezorin will notice the opening and strike and it will end in a draw, or he won't and Epotheros would leave the victor.  

[Bortelex]

Seeing Epotheros try to attack with his left sword, Ezorin went for a strike with his short sword. He went to strike Epotheros' left side level with his heart. The strike would be considered a killing blow, but on the other hand so would Epotheros' strike when it hit. Both strikes impacted almost simultaneously. only if you slowed down time drastically would you be able to see that Epotheros landed his strike first. A few seconds after the strikes were made Ezorin dropped the short sword let go of Epotheros and backed away about two and a half feet.