First Round of the Tournament of Agon

[ShadowDemen]

Okay, first up is Sir Kain and Raybur. Rules are simple, no insta-hits or god-moding, or anything along those lines. Character death is only possible if the owner of that character allows his/her character to die. Here we go...


The arena is oval shaped, made of marble and concrete. The floor is also concrete, and their are no obstacles on the field. The walls on the edge of the arena are ten-feet high and five-feet thick, so as to gurantee the safety of the audience. Their are two gates, one in the North, and one in the South. Sir Kain will be in the North, while Raybur will be in the South. The sun is directly over head, as it is noon. As the crowd looks on, ShadowDemen gives the signal to bring in the combatants...

[Raybur Ravenloc]

This should go well, long as I keep some distance..
Ray sqats against the wall just inside the gate, calmly checking over his possessions and rubbing old scars.
The walls begin to vibrate and horns signal the start of the match.

By the time the gate has come down, Ray is prepared, arrow to string, and releases a shot directly across the arena before stalking forward and preparing another shot.

[Aerys Kain]

Aerys inhaled deeply and slowly, holding the breath for a moment, then released it with equal pause and deliberance. He could hear the worn leather straps of his breastplate creak as his chest expanded with the breaths, and his chainmail rattled softly against the inside of the plate armor as he shifted his weight from one foot to the next.

"Mirdain..." the knight whispered to himself, thinking of the vauge discription of his enemy that he'd been given moments before entering the arena and comparing it to what little he already knew of the races outside of Mercia. Though an ancient and oft well-skilled people, the Mirdain were not reknowned for their tenacity in combat. Aerys' plated left fist rested on the pommel of the longsword hanging from his side, and he allowed himself a small, contemptous smile.

The attendant manning the gate suddenly signaled towards Aerys, and began pulling at the chain that would raise the gate. Aerys took one last deep, steady breath and when the gate had opened fully, he strode out with long and powerful strides into view of the crowd. The sound of his armored feet striking the hard floor echoed through the arena, and the sunlight glinted brilliantly off of his Mercian steel platemail armor. His visor-less helm, constructed for him, obscured the knight's face from the public but it did not obscure the public from the knight. Though he did sacrifice some amount of sensory awareness for the protection, a shrewdly cut and designed T-shape in the full helm's face allowed for a full field of view as well as unrestricted breathing.

The crowd seemed to rouse at the sight of Aerys entering the arena, their impatient cries and calls suddenly turning to cheers and shouts of approval. Standing over seven feet in his armor and filling every inch of the impressive, heavy steel frame, Aerys seemed the quintessential man of war, a man hard as iron and garbed in steel to do battle with his foes. Aerys stood still for a moment, letting the crowd size him up, and then he unsheathed the longsword resting in it's black leather home on his left hip and threw the black leather sheath back behind the gate that was swiftly closing behind him.

Aerys took a couple practice swings with the sword in his right hand, slashing downward right to left, then left to right and back again in a smooth and flowing circular pattern. The impressive weapon tracked perfectly through the cuts even in one hand, it's point of balance well situated between blade and guard. The blade was almost four feet in length, well tapered and equally suited to the cut and thrust, with a hardy edge designed to withstand contact against armor and use with half-swording techniques. It's handle was just under a foot in length, seperated with a band in the middle for two-handed use. Aerys' skill with the weapon was already quickly evident to the crowd from the way that the knight handled the sword with his well practiced and well timed swings.

Suddenly, if Aerys had seemed skilled with the sword in one hand, it was as if a new creature entirely had appeared when he grasped the weapon in two. The low point of balance, combined with the leverage from the blade-to-hilt ratio and the sheer power within Aerys' upper body gave the war sword incredible tip control, allowing the knight to swing and move the weapon like lightning. The finely honed tip blurred from the speed of Aerys' more vicious cuts, and when he gripped the weapon's pommel in the palm of his left hand, he launched the weapon point-first out before him in a blinding series of pin-point accurate thrusts. The crowd screamed their approval as the knight practiced his basic manuvers in the noon-day sun, it's rays highlighting his steel skin in dancing gold highlights.

A sound from the south end of the arena cut through the cheers of the crowd, bringing Aerys back to a standing position of readiness. He could see the gate beginning to rise on the opposite end of the arena, and silently the knight whispered one last prayer to Morgainne, the Lady of Light. He then cleared his mind of everything, of all distractions and thoughts besides combat, and focused entirely on the figure that would emerge from the opening gate. His hands rested on the pommel of his great longsword that stood before him, it's tip resting against the concrete floor and thirsty for the blood of this Mirdain. He was ready for anything.

Or so he thought. An arrow hummed past Aerys' armored head, striking dully against the thick stone behind him. A frown crossed the knight's face, confusion flashing through his mind for an instant.

"Archer! An experianced bowman should know his arrows won't penetrate plate armor from this distance, he must be playing at some game and trying to make an early move," Aerys thought to himself, bringing his sword up swiftly in a simple guard in front of his chest. The knight could then see his opponant entering the arena, second arrow already strung and almost ready to be fired. The knight suddenly broke into a fast shuffle, his powerful legs propelling him forward in an arc towards the Mirdain archer, Aerys keeping his line of advance from being strait in order to keep any more arrows from finding a flush target.

Aerys brought his arms up a couple of inches, biceps still low enough to protect his underarms and the sides of his head, but the great blade raised menacingly as he closed the distance between himself and his enemy.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC: actually, a longbow can penetrate plate at 100 yards, and i'm assuming by your request in the signup thread that this arena is 50 yards from north end to south end.. i refer to my bow as a hunting bow, but also that it is 5 feet long, putting it at the low end of the scale of longbows.. with a bodkin (armor-piercing) shaft it should go through your armor like butter at this range..


Raybur watches as his opponent seems unfazed by the shaft flying over his shoulder, and releases a second as the warrior charges. No way in hell I'm getting within 8 feet of that behemouth..
Seeing the man closing the distance, Raybur returns his bow to his back and pulls the bola from his belt. Quickly bringing the weapon up to speed as he moves at an angle towards the middle east part of the arena, Raybur whips the weapon expertly at just above the closing warrior's knee-level.
Without waiting to see the results of either attack, Raybur quickly considers his options in a close range fight. A stiletto should be able to punch that hide of his.. but I couldn't stop that damn thing he calls a sword with one.. if I could at all..
After a moment of hesitation, Raybur decides on pulling his gladius with his left hand and a stiletto with his right.
Ray looks up to decide his next move..

[Aerys Kain]

OOC: I beg to differ with you on a couple points my friend, not much goes through quality steel plate armor (circa 14th-15th century, high medieval period as the kingdom of Mercia looks to be patterned after), let alone like butter. Your arrowheads are what, steel, same material as the armor plating right? Why should one steel be so much more superior to the other when they both have the same toughness and hardness and infact, the armor probably has a better heat-treatment because there are only so many plates on it but an innumerable number of arrowheads to account for. It's just physics, try stabbing a fork through a spoon.

Also, about the bow, I have to respectfully disagree on that point as well. I have owned and fired several classic style European single-string longbows, up to about eighty pounds of pressure or so, and I can tell you for a fact that the arrows would not have the momentum needed to penetrate steel at over 75 yards. Try and shoot an arrow through concrete, then test which is harder, concrete or solid steel. To even reach distances of 100+ yards without a recurved bow, you need an upwards angle in your shot and thus the arrows return with a dowardwards trajectory, increasing the overall distance of the shot but not necessary maintaining the velocity needed to pierce thick, heavy armor. Chainmail would be pierced absolutly, and those piercing arrows you mentioned are the best choice in the world for doing so, however only a direct head-on shot made within 10 yards or so, with a lot of luck and prayer behind it would have a chance of punching through platemail. Remember, bows have been used in war since before the founding of the Roman Empire, and when platemail came on the scene they invented guns PDQ.

If you can find any verifiable information that proves me wrong I'd be more than happy to go back and delete this and adjust my posts accordingly, however I am pretty familiar with the weapons and armaments of medival Europe and I know how tough it can be to hurt someone wearing that much steel. Heres a small tip: you mentioned on the sign-up thread that your character carries a six-foot quarterstaff. That weapon has a longer reach then my sword, can trip and fumble even a ballet dancer, and plate armor does not protect against blunt trama even a tenth as well as it does slashing and piercing. Just food for thought.

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IC:

The clatter from the knight's armor resounded through the arena as he ran and circled towards Raybur, his movements a strange bled of physical grace and strength as he moved swiftly in the steel flesh. Aerys saw the Mirdain's eyes leading him and focus for an instant at a spot before him, plotting the knight's advance, and he released a second arrow at the space the knight would soon occupy. Aerys dropped himself as he saw the arrow leave Raybur's bowstring, falling backwards onto his left hand and sliding across the stone arena floor on his shins and knee plates, halting his advance just as the Mirdain's second arrow struck the wall with a cracking sound. The crowd cheered the already lively action as the two combatants each prepared for the next pass.

Aerys glanced towards Raybur and saw the Mirdain replacing the bow in it's proper order, and the knight saw that as his chance to gain some ground and perhaps close in with his aggressive opponant. He launched himself to his feet off of his left hand and began sprinting towards Raybur, his powerful muscles carrying him swiftly across the distance of the arena floor, but too late Aerys saw the blindingly fast bolo whipping around in the Mirdain's hand, and by the time his mind registered what the weapon was it was already in flight towards it's target. He tried to pivot on the ball of his left foot and spin away, but the weapon struck soundly against the armored plates of his upper thigh, the impact of it's weighted ends hurting even through the protection of his armor and the momentum of the whirling projectile wrenching his left knee painfully.

Aerys growled and cursed under his breath, reaching down and untangling the weapon from around the plates on his left leg. The entire area around his knee throbbed, and the knight could imagine the bruises appearing there already. Pushing the thought from his head, for true warrors never allowed themselves to be 'hurt', Aerys turned his undivided attention once again to his opponant standing aways from him. The Mirdain had drawn what looked to be a short sword, simple and well designed from what the knight could see, as well as a thin-bladed stiletto for sliding between armor.

"Now things are getting interesting," Aerys thought to himself with a smile, his thoughts turning to the triangle-bladed rondel dagger in his belt and the versatility of the longsword in his hand. The knight had caught a glimpse of what his enemy wore beneath his flowing cloak when he reached back to secure his bow, seeing the well-wrought thick leather suit and catching the glint of sunlight off of it's steel studding. He could also see what looked to be various bags and pouches in addition to the quiver hanging from the Mirdain's belts, all of which the knight noted as being objects that would detract from the mobility the Mirdain gained by using such light armor. Heavy as his armor was, Aerys afforded himself no other burdens or objects to carry, and as such was decievingly light on his feet when compared to most wanderers or errant soldiers.

The knight then began to stalk toward Raybur, taking slow and powerful strides so as to watch every movement of his enemy carefully and give himself time to respond accordingly. His left hand was free and floating around chest level at his side, armored and gloved fingers twitching with the anticipation of the grapple. His right grasped his longsword firmly, holding the great blade up pointed towards the sky and ready to descend in a flash upon his lightly armored foe. Aerys' sword remained in place as he advanced, his entire body tensed like a great feline as he made he way within Raybur's range. He could see the length of both weapons the Mirdain held clearly now, and by the reach of his arms and legs, Aerys was quickly able to discern Raybur's radius of lethality. The knight continued towards the Mirdain, his eyes locked on the leather-armored figure as his great blade hovered above in murderous anticipation.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC: meh, it's moot now that I managed to miss both shots..

Raybur stares in amazement for a moment as his opponent calmly peels the bola from his legs. Damn.. I've never seen a man on his feet after that, and here the bastard comes again.. .. I need an edge. A light comes into Raybur's eyes at the thought.
Judging his opponent's reach, Ray keeps well out of it, backpeddling as they circle. Meanwhile, he swaps his stiletto into his left hand, holding both blades awkwardly while using his right to pull a flask from his belt. After taking a deep swig, Raybur returns the flask and returns to his original fighting stance.
Hiding as much liquid in his mouth as possible without obvious bulges in his cheeks, Raybur cautiously closes the gap, circling and waiting for the warrior to make a move and leave an opening..

[Aerys Kain]

Aerys watched Raybur closely, his foe's earlier aggression quickly replaced with a cunning wariness that earned the Mirdain some respect in the knight's eyes. His guard was tight and practiced, with no discernable weaknesses that Aerys could find upon their initial encounter. The Mirdain might be better than he first anticipated at hand to hand combat, but he had learned long ago never to underestimate an opponant and so Aerys just assimilated the new information and proceeded with stalking his prey.

It was then that Raybur did something strange, dropping out of his guard stance and swiftly taking a pull from what looked to be a flask hidden within his belt.

"Liquid courage perhaps, but at this moment?" the knight thought to himself, eyes narrowing in mistrust as Raybur returned to his position of readiness. He could see the Mirdain's face clearly in the bright sun, it's focus and intensity as sharp as the deadly stiletto resting in his hand, and suddenly the knight knew.

"Not a drink..." Aerys whispered softly to himself within his great helm, a small smirk crossing his face. Raybur's eyes were as alert as ever, his movements precise and agile, all of which would have been effected had he just consumed that quantity of alcohol. The knight didn't know what new game the Mirdain was playing at, but he wouldn't let himself be taken surprise by it. It was past due time to make this fight a bit more personal, anyhow.

As if sensing his intentions, Raybur began to close the gap between the two, his dual blades held before him menacingly. Aerys shifted his stance, turning the right side of his profile out towards the oncomming Mirdain, extending his right leg slightly and leaning back on his left. His left hand found the hilt of his great sword, and together the two brought the weapon up parallel to the left side of his face, the blade extending out before the knight with it's finely honed tip pointing at Raybur's heart. His left arm was cocked back behind the hilt, and his right was curled before his face and chest, both hands holding the sword in a firm yet relaxed grip that could control the point of the weapon to within a hairsbredth of it's intended target. He began slowly advancing in this stance towards the on comming Mirdain, his attention focused solely on the opponant before him.

Raybur had closed to within ten feet now, close to Aerys' maximum extended range. The knight did not extend himself or his attack however, choosing instead to remain in his fencing stance and leaning back on his left leg, only his right profile facing his enemy. Aerys then began to extend the sword point towards the Mirdain's guard, slowly and deliberatly extending his arms half of their length and guiding the weapon's point towards Raybur. As he was feinting with his guided thrust however, Aerys also tensed the powerful muscles of his left thigh, preparing himself for the true attack.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Raybur watches his opponent's eyes as the dance begins in earnest. Then the massive sword is moving in Raybur's direction and Ray prepares his weapons for a parry. Extending his left arm almost straight forward with the blade pointed to the right and holding the stiletto perpendicular halfway between it and his right shoulder, Raybur grins at his foe.

[Aerys Kain]

Aerys' smirk returned unbidden within his helm as Raybur extended his weapons to meet the knight's blade.

"Thats right you bastard," the knight thought viciously to himself, "stay where I can get to you."

Raybur's eyes were fixed on his as the two combatants finally met, and the Mirdain's moment of inaction was all the opening Aerys needed to engage him. As the Mirdain's blades moved to make contact with Aerys' sword point, the knight sprang into action. In one smooth move, he sprang off of his cocked left leg and leapt forward and to the right well into Raybur's proximity, in the same move bringing the sword point sweeping up away from the Mirdain's guard and raised high in the air, poised like an executioner's blade ready to strike.

In less than half a breath, the knight then sprang off of his right leg and launched his over three-hundred pound, steel encased frame ferociously at Raybur, his powerfully muscled and steel clad limbs streaking towards the lightly armored Mirdain. In the same movement, Aerys threw his armor plated knee upwards towards Raybur's groin and lower belly, and instead of bringing his great sword down in a slash, the knight suddenly shot his heavy pommel downwards in a blindingly fast and vicious two-handed smash aimed at Raybur's face.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Raybur is not entirely surprised when the half-hearted attack is aborted, and sees an opportunity as his opponent drives just to his left. Ducking low and leaping forward, Raybur manages to turn his head enough to spew the contents of his mouth at the warrior, aiming for the seams around the behemouth's left armpit. As the last of the alchohol clears his mouth, Ray hopes he didn't dribble and mutters the only word of power he has ever learned, "Exuro!."
The small spark of his spell instantly transforms the discharge into a blazing fireball, and suddenly pain erupts in Raybur's left thigh, followed by a blow to the lower back and the ground rising to meet his face much earlier than expected.
At least I didn't singe my beard..
Without waiting to figure out exactly what just happened, Raybur quickly manages to get his right foot under himself, push up with his fists and lauch forward again, gaining a bit of breathing room before looking back to his opponent.

[Aerys Kain]

Intent as he was on landing his strike, Aerys did not alter his course of action when he saw Raybur's whip-quick reaction to his manuver. The knight bulled his way into the Mirdain, his dual-directed attack comming swift and fierce. Suddenly, the clever Mirdain turned and spat a mouthful of presumably the mysterious liquid that he had earlier imbibed, the substance turning to a brilliant ball of flame that surrounded the attacking warrior.

Aerys roared out in surprise, expecting the liquid but taken aback by the flames it had become. He was a master at reading the rhythms of hand to hand combat, but he had little to no experiance facing magi in war, and their tricks and abilities that seemed to defy natural law were still new to Aerys. As the flames surged around his torso, Aerys roared again and charged through them, barrelling his way into Raybur and smashing his armored knee against the Mirdain's upper thigh and driving the great pommel of his longsword into his back as the combatant tried to turn and gain distance. The blows landed solidly, and in near the same moment as Raybur's concentration was broken, the flames that danced in the air around Aerys suddenly vanished from existance.

The knight glanced down swiftly at himself, his entire steel-encased frame superheated and painful to the touch. He could see a terrible scorched mark that streaked across his left side, and fine wisps of smoke rose from the area around his well articulated shoulder plates, and Aerys could smell burning leather in the air. At least, the knight hoped it was leather.

"Least he didn't aim for my eyeslits," Aerys thought to himself through clenched teeth, watching the Mirdain push himself to his feet and begin to try and gain more ground again.

Aerys wasen't going to give his opponant what he wanted so easily however, and so the knight swallowed the pain of his burns and launched himself forward again, springing after Raybur as lion on a fleeing gazelle. The knight's powerful legs carried him forward swiftly, and when the Mirdain paused and turned to see what the knight was doing, Aerys' great longsword was streaking down at him in a ferocious arc, aimed to cleave the Mirdain from collarbone to hip.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Raybur is again astounded by the warrior's perseverance.. again the man is charging, coming in quickly with a heavy chop after having recently been lit on fire. This guy could teach orks a thing or two..
Raybur waits as long as possible before dropping straight down and rolling towards his charging opponent. Raybur immediately launches a backward kick in hopes of taking a shin out and tripping up the charge. A moment later Raybur whips up and backward with his right arm, hoping to plant the stiletto in a thigh with the combined force..

[Aerys Kain]

The ferocious slash hummed as it parted the empty air Raybur had occupied only a heart beat earlier, the Mirdain's agility and flexibility amazing as he dropped below the oncomming blade and avoided the strike. Aerys watched as the nimble Mirdain rolled forward, presumably for a point behind the charging knight in order to strike at him from the rear. Aerys allowed his great sword to finish it's path, but rather than follow up with a second strike or return to his guard, the knight raised a great armored foot and tried to bring it crashing down on Raybur's spine as he shot past.

The Mirdain was too quick however, and he was out of harm's way in a flash and launching a kick of his own aimed at Aerys' plated legs. Both men's kicks missed each other's legs by inches, with subdued grunts of frustration escaping from both's men's throats as well. Aerys turned himself to face the crouched Raybur once again, and that is when the Mirdain spun himself and rose swiftly, his stiletto flashing out in the bright sunlight. Aerys' left hand released the bottom half of his sword's handle and shot out at the same moment as Raybur's, however it was not his goal to try and stop the Mirdain's blow from landing. A stiletto could be a deadly weapon in it's own right, but it's thin blade caused little true structural damage with each strike, the weapon being more effective as an assassin's tool rather than a battlefield armament.

Aerys could hear a link or two of the chainmail that was strung between the gaps of his thigh plates snap from the power of Raybur's strike as the dagger's point forced it's way through the small openings in the mail. The tip punched easily though the layers of leather and cloth that resided under the heavy plate and chain armor, burying itself an inch or two in the hard-muscled flesh of the outside of Aerys' left thigh. The bite from the metal was as familiar to Aerys as a lover's embrace, and it's only effect on the adrenaline-driven knight was to increase and sharpen his already determined focus.

As Raybur's blow landed as Aerys assumed it would, the knight's steel-plated left hand shot out and grabbed a hold of the Mirdain's extended arm in a vice-like grip, fingers locking in place around the wirey and sinewy limb. Without pausing, Aerys jerked upwards as hard as he could, trying to yank Raybur up and bring him in very close proximity. In the same move, Aerys' right hand came streaking down towards the Mirdain, guiding his longsword in a vicious downwards chop that could fell an ogre.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Raybur simply stares as the massive warrior hauls him to his feet.. Well, this isn't going to end well for me.. which leaves one option.
Raybur gives one desperate stab with his gladius at the warrior's eyeslit, hoping that the slim blade of the gladius will slide home.
Then there is a jolt through his body, a sickening popping sound, and Raybur can't feel.. anything. As Raybur sinks to the arena floor, he grinns one last time..

[Aerys Kain]

Blood pounded in Aerys' head as the knight pulled his Mirdain foe inward to meet his on-comming blade. Without any warning, Raybur's second weapon suddenly came streaking up along with the Mirdain, it's presence forgotten about by the knight in his fervor to kill his enemy. It's point raced towards his face strait and true, aimed unerringly for the narrow slits in his great helm that rested over his eyes and brow.

Unable to deflect the blow in anyway, it was all Aerys could do to try and tilt his head back at the last moment, but the tip of Raybur's sword slid through the space in the metal and gouged a deep, jagged gash through the soft flesh just over Aerys' left eye. Blood instantly flowed down the knight's face and into his eye, completly obscuring his vision on the left side. Though the blade of the short sword was in his helm, his right eye remained fixed on Raybur, and with it he saw his blade come crashing down through the Mirdain's left collarbone, it's edge cleaving through cloth and flesh with a sickening sound as it struck the unprotected area where neck begins to meet shoulder.

The Mirdain remained fixed in place, half held by one arm by Aerys and half supported by the blade of the sword fixed in the upper left portion of his torso. His hand still clutched the short sword that he had thrust into Aerys' face, it's finely honed tip still inside of the ragged wound across the knight's brow, causing Aerys to grimace and grit his teeth in silent agony. As the adrenaline began to leave his body in a hurry, the knight released his grip on Raybur's arm and on the hilt of his longsword, letting the body of his slain foe slump to the ground. The tip of the short sword jerked free of it's home in Aerys' helm with a grunt of pain from the knight, breaking the seal of the wound and causing blood to flow freely down his face again.

Aerys quickly jerked his great helm off of his head, the heat inside it suddenly stiffling combined with the pain of his wound and the smell and taste of his own blood. The whole left side of his face was covered in blood, and the wound over his left eye looked ragged and deep. The crowd cheered wildly as Aerys stood still over the body of his fallen opponent, pausing for a moment to clear his head before kneeling and respectfully removing his weapon from Raybur's corpse. Then, oblivious to the shouts of the crowd, he reverently gathered the Mirdain's limbs into a peaceful position and placed his weapons in his clasped hands. In addition to being a knight of Henry IV of Malregard, Aerys was a paladin of the White Order, and as such showed the proper respects to worthy and honorable foes.

Still kneeling beside the Mirdain's body, Aerys bowed his head and began to pray to his goddess, the Lady of Light Morgainne. He prayed that the fallen warrior's spirit be given well-earned rest and respite in it's journey back to life, and that he be reborn again with all the blessings the Lady could bestow upon him. Aerys stood swiftly once his prayers were completed, however the world reeled slightly and he paused for a moment to gather himself before continuing. He could feel a small trickle running down his left calf, and combined with the wound on his face, the knight knew he must've lost more blood than he first believed.

Slowly, he reached down and collected his helm and longsword from beside Raybur's body. The knight held the helm against his side under his left arm, and carried his longsword in his right hand, it's blade resting on his plated right shoulder as he turned and began walking towards the door he first entered the arena through. Aerys slightly favored his left side as he walked, his knee starting to ache a bit more when he put pressure on it and the area around his left shoulder was still tender and probably a bit burned from the scorching his armor had gone through. The crowd seemed not to care a whit about Aerys' condition, instead cheering madly for the fight they had seen and the aggressive, spirited display from both fighters.

Aerys glanced around once at the cheering masses through his good right eye, then walked in silence through the gate towards the waiting healers.

[ShadowDemen]

While the crowd cheered, ShadowDemen slowly smiled to himself. After sending his best healers to Sir Kain, He got up from his seat and left, thinking who should fight next, and which arena to use. Before leaving, though, he placed a small bag of coins in Sir Kain's bag that he left before entering the match.