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Post by Leslie on Sept 4, 2013 22:15:09 GMT -5
Esbern gave a nod in agreement to Merril. "That sounds like a good idea to me" He said to her. "And if everything is not quite done by the time the sunset is coming, we can leave anyway" He said, giving a smile at her. "I want you to see the view with the sunset, and I am sure they would understand if I left for that" He said. The sunset really was amazing at the right time of day here, with it going down over the mountains and all. And he had a feeling that the chatter about royal business would get boring after a while anyway, or whatever they would end up talking about at the major feast of royals. When she got up and took his arm, he smiled at her softly, but mentally felt bad for her because just looking at the way she was he could tell that she was sick. Once at Ygritte and Zavier, he gave a nod to what Merril said, and said, "Yes, congratulations", but otherwise just listened and smiled when appropriate.
Talisa gave a simple shrug in response to Saulomon, guessing that he may be right but not really thinking much about it and not really wanting to think much about it. She had other things on her mind right now. Her eyes lit up with curiosity when he said that she'd probably like their jouster, and now she just wanted to get to the jousting and sword duels even sooner to see what he meant by that. She smiled, then shook her head. "I have not. I am very much looking forward to it" She said. Sometime after this they probably wandered off or something.
Ygritte "Why thank you" Ygritte said to both Merril and Esbern, smiling at her brother in a sibling kind of way and at Merril as more of a friend. She gave them a slight bow, too. They were all royals, and she liked to be as polite and proper as she could be to fellow royals. She saw how Zavier looked towards his sister, and him stroking her hair, and she could easily tell how much he loved his sister and how much he was concerned for her health.
And then, a mysterious figure approached them and went down on his knee, congratulating them and wishing them a long life, along with offering them a gift. "Why thank you sir" She said in response to the congratulations and whatnot. The rings surprised her, but she did have to say they looked rather lovely. When he said something about the rings bringing them good fortune, she looked confused, but didn't ask, and instead took the ring and smiled brightly. "Why thank you, sir, these are absolutely beautiful" She said, and she gave him a slight bow in thanks. After bowing, she slipped the ring on herself, on a different finger then the one with her wedding ring, and looked at it, smiling, then turning to Zavier after the strange man had left.
"Strange, but he seems polite enough. Whoever he may be, these rings really are beautiful. I wonder what he meant by them bringing us good fortune" Ygritte said, but she just shrugged. "I guess we may find out" She said, and she shook her head and slipped her hand into Zavier's. "I believe it is time that we head off to the sword duels" She said to him.
Time Skip Eventually everyone that was heading to watch the sword duels arrived to the arena, and the contestants all got armored up and ready to fight with their swords. While some places did sword fights to the death, these guys had no intention of that, especially on the day of a wedding of all days. It was more for entertainment and bragging rights. Same deal with the jousting, though that was automatically known to be more dangerous then the sword fighting, and more competitive even if it was mostly for entertainment and bragging rights.
"The first contestants are Esbern Cerwyn and Saulomon Silversong!" The announcer shouted, to the cheers of the crowd. Esbern fangirls/fanboys started chanting, and Saulomon Silversong fangirls/fanboys did the same. The entire atmosphere of the place was rather lively and festive. Everyone was obviously just having a good time. Not only were Zavier and Ygritte extremely happy, they were making many others really happy and having a lot of fun at the same time.
Esbern walked out in his fancy armor, holding his not quite so equally fancy sword in his hands. He stared across the arena towards the direction Saulomon would be, and dramatically put his helmet on. Which he had a hard time holding a serious expression while doing. He glanced around to see where his family was, and he saw Ygritte not too far off, and barely saw Talisa amongst the crowd. His mother and father looked happy standing next to each other and watching them get ready to fight each other.
"Go Saulomon!" Talisa's little voice shouted through the cheers and chants of the crowd, and Esbern had barely heard it but could definitely tell it was his sister. He laughed and jokingly shouted "Traitor!" in her direction, making her smirk and laugh in response. Then she fell silent for now, and just watched, while Esbern went back to getting ready in a dramatic stance for the announcer to give the go to attack.
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Post by Edenecho on Sept 5, 2013 22:48:02 GMT -5
(Timeskip) Saulomon tightened a strap on his armor. It was the typical armor of the three Silversong sons. He liked his Black Knight armor better, but obviously he couldn't wear it for this without giving away the fact that he was the Black Knight. Zander helped him tighten the rest of his armor, a look of concern on his face. "Be careful, Saulomon, you're still recovering from the bandit attack," He said as he tightened the last strap. Saulomon turned to face him. "I'll be fine. If it was real fight, maybe not, but it's not. If I get beat, then I get beat," He gave a slight shrug. Zander frowned,"I'm more concerned about you unintentionally hurting yourself." Saulomon just hugged his brother in reply. Without another word, he picked up his sword and headed out to the arena. Once it was announced that he would be fighting Esbern first, he walked into the arena, swinging his sword in his hand. He saw Zavier standing beside Ygritte. Like Zander he looked concerned, but not so much so. Zander was standing further back in the crowd, beside their mother and father. Merill was sitting beside Talisa, looking concerned for both him and Esbern. He smiled when Talisa cheered him on. Unlike Esbern, he didn't wear a helmet. He felt that this wasn't dangerous enough to need it, and he could see better without it. He swung his sword in his hand before lowering himself into an attack position, his eyes locked on to Esbern. Once the announcer gave the signal to attack, he swung his sword sideways at Esbern. Elsewhere on the event grounds, Cathal walked up to the area where one would go to sign up for the swordfights. He signed up without giving away to much information about himself, then went into a tend that was assigned to him so that he could prepare for the event. He placed his staff under a cloth in the tent. He was already basically in his armor, so he didn't really have to get ready. In another tent Shadowfang prepared. Nothing could be seen of his face, hidden as it was in the shadow of his hood. He was in Markarth for an assassination contract. Once he had learned about how his quarry was going to be fighting in the tournament, he had someone sign him up and had it arranged so that he would fight his target in the duel.
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Post by Leslie on Sept 6, 2013 14:48:11 GMT -5
Esbern's full attention had gone onto Saulomon as they both got into position to fight each other, his mind drowning out the crowd and focusing only on Saulomon and the announcer signaling them to go. Once he had done that, Saulomon had started with the first blow, and he quickly parried Saulomon's attack with ease. While he wasn't sure if he considered himself as good as Saulomon, he had gotten quite a lot of practice in, so he wasn't clueless of what to do.
After blocking Saulomon, before he could fully recover from his block, he sorta jumped back slightly and did a quick sideways slash at Saulomon, not getting overly fancy and technical with his blows yet. He had a feeling that Saulomon would probably block it pretty easily, and right now, he didn't really care. He was just getting warmed up for the fight to get even more serious.
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Post by Edenecho on Sept 6, 2013 16:10:09 GMT -5
Saulomon had expected the block from Esbern. He would have seriously doubted his skills if he hadn't managed to block that. He easily blocked Esbern's slash, then did a spin-slash, stopping his spin just before it would reach the point where Esbern would block it, before reversing his spin and doing a spin-slash in the other direction. Obviously if Esbern couldn't manage to block the attack, then he would make sure he didn't like, behead him or something.
He could feel the extra strain that his injuries created for him, but he wasn't tiring yet, he merely felt weaker then normal, and like everything took extra effort. Of course, he was reckless so he didn't pay it much mind.
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Post by Leslie on Sept 6, 2013 16:39:07 GMT -5
Esbern watched Saulomon closely, but it still didn't completely prepare him for what Saulomon did, which seemed to of been some sort of teaser attack. It didn't completely catch him off guard, thankfully, but it was still enough that when he blocked Saulomon's attack, he stumbled backwards slightly, which he just worked with and walked backwards quickly with the stumbling. But still, by the time he had completely recovered, Saulomon would of probably attacked him again, which he blocked as well, more effectively, and he tried to push his sword against Saulomon's, attempting to push him backwards with their swords clashed together, or having the hope that the weight pressure against him would make him weaken enough that he would get the advantage on him. In The CrowdThe letter deliverer was weaving through the crowds, trying to find where Zander was located. After giving Zander the last letter, which had been sitting in the Markarth letter facility for quite some time now, he had gone back and a new letter arrived from Susan, so he wanted to get it to him as fast as possible. This was after he had watched the wedding, as well. But the crowds at the duels were enormous, so it took him a while to find where Zander actually was. Eventually he had actually found him, and he tapped him on the shoulder gently. When he likely turned around to face him, he gave a bow with outstretched arms to Zander, a neatly closed letter in hand. "A newly delivered letter from Princess Susan Avenicci, Prince Zander Silversong" He said, his voice raised due to the crowds. Once he took it, he rose again but didn't immediately walk away. The letter read: Dear Zander Silversong I am sending you another letter. If I have been calculating the time of travel properly, I believe you will get this on the day of your brothers wedding. Some more news has come up recently, and my father has decided to give me a break for about a week, before I have to come back home to help again. So I plan to go out and travel for a while, and I was hoping that you could stop by before you head back home. I plan to spend a while playing music at Highroad Inn, which you should know by now is about halfway between Ferelden and Markarth. If you can not come that way, and have to go directly back home after your brothers wedding, please tell me by sending a letter to Highroad Inn, and not Ferelden, so I can get it and know if you can not come or not. I hope for the best that you can come and see me, because I miss you dearly, which I made clear in my last letter to you. I should be there within a couple of days of this letters arrival, and I will spend my whole weeks vacation waiting there if I have to, as long as I get to see you.Love, Susan Avenicci
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Post by Edenecho on Sept 6, 2013 18:04:04 GMT -5
After Esbern blocked his attack, he did a quick jab forward, but Esbern was already out of range. He quickly followed that attack by bringing his sword down toward Esberns head. This was the attack that he blocked. When Esbern shoved back with his sword against his, he was forced backwards. His strength failed him and he stumbled back, falling backwards but quickly managing to turn the movement into momentum to get him back on his feet. He kind of seemed to make a slight movement like he was hurting slightly, but it was only for a second before he did a double spin attack. It was a spin attack followed by another in the same direction. It was meant to sort of bombard the opponent with two attacks in quick succession. Quickly following that attack, he rolled forward, coming up behind Esbern and swinging at his side.
(Zander) Zander was watching the fight with some concern. He knew that if Saulomon had been in full health there was no way he would have been knocked over so easily, and that meant he was weaker then normal, and yet still pushing himself. Anyone who watched Saulomon fight could tell that he had a unique fighting style. All the Silversong brothers had a different style. Saulomon's was a mixture of brute force, speed and feints, with a little agility added in. Zaviers was mostly brute strength and force. Zander's style was more agility and speed. All in all, Saulomon was probably the best fighter out of the three of them, as well as the most diverse and unique in his attacks, which meant he could more easily catch an opponent off guard.
He turned around when someone tapped on his shoulder and smiled when he saw that it was the messenger. He nodded his head to him, then took the letter. "Thank you very much," He said, smiling. He read through the letter, the smile on his face widening as he did. Once he was done, he pocketed the letter. "Thank you," He repeated,"You may go, I have no return message."
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Post by Leslie on Sept 6, 2013 19:09:27 GMT -5
For a moment Esbern was looking satisfied that he had won, since his strength appeared to of given out, and the crowd that was in support of Saulomon started to gasp, including Talisa. But despite the fact his strength gave out rather quickly, it took him no time at all to get back on his feet, and start attacking him again. This made Saulomon's crowd start cheering, happy to see he hadn't been put down. The attacks that Saulomon had done he blocked, but he felt that Saulomon had gotten a sudden big burst of energy, or he himself had gotten a little weaker, because those attacks that he blocked made him stumble back and seem to struggle with the force of them. He was still standing, but before he realized what happened, Saulomon was behind him, and had swung his sword at his side. The sword clanked noisily against him armor, and due to the unexpected force on his side, he put his hand on his side slightly and leaned forward from the force, but quickly got back into focus and spun around to face Saulomon. However, he was noticeably beaten down, and Saulomon had a much better advantage of attack.
Esbern had done a quick slash at Saulomon while in the middle of recovering, but it had little effect at anything. His second swing clashed with Saulomon's sword noisily, but despite the fact he managed to block the blow, Saulomon could feel that Esbern had weakened and he could very easily knock him over onto his back at this point.
Letter Deliverer "It is my pleasure" He said to Zander, bowing again. As he read it, he watched him carefully, worried what the response to it might be because he hadn't read it and didn't know if it was good or bad news. But seeing him smiling told him that it was good news. When he thanked him again and told him he could go, he gave a nod of his head. "You are welcome sir" He said, and then disappeared into the crowds to watch the sword duels.
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Post by Edenecho on Sept 6, 2013 19:26:03 GMT -5
Saulomon was satisfied that his attack had worked. He knew he had the advantage of people not expecting his moves, so they didn't automatically know what to do in response. Just as with his next move. He gave Esbern time to recover from the slash to his side, but as soon as he turned to face, him, Saulomon stuck his foot in the way of Esbern's mid-turn, effectively messing with his balance, and almost lazily brought his sword up to black Esbern's slash. In a smooth movement, Saulomon spun around and kicked the back of Esbern's knees with his other leg, causing his knees to buckle. After that it was an easy job of putting the sword to Esbern's neck. He was panting and his face was a little tight, like he was in pain, but he looked happy, and his eyes were bright. "Do you submit?" He asked, grinning.
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Post by Leslie on Sept 6, 2013 20:03:36 GMT -5
Without realizing what really hit him, suddenly he found his knees buckling from some move Saulomon did and he fell to his knees, quickly finding Saulomon's sword at his neck, indicating to him that he was pretty much dead now if it was a real fight. Since it was pretty obvious that Saulomon won, he gave a nod to him. "Yes! I submit!" He said over dramatically. He dropped his sword, and when Saulomon sheathed his, he stood up and picked up his own sword, doing the same with his own sword. The back of his legs felt a little sore now, but overall he felt fine. The crowd cheered, mostly Saulomon supporters, Talisa amongst them. "Congratulations, Saulomon Silversong!" The announcer had shouted over everyone cheering. Esbern smiled and pat him on the back, then wandered out of the arena for the next contestants to arrive.
"Next up is an anonymous contestant who didn't give us a name and Giaus Smith!" The announcer shouted, and the crowd cheered, though less so then normal because most of the people didn't really know who any of these people were, compared to the others who had just gone.
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Post by Edenecho on Sept 6, 2013 22:57:57 GMT -5
Saulomon sheathed his sword and offered a hand to pull Esbern up. "Good fight," He said, before turning to bow, slightly stiffly, to the crowd. He then turned and headed out of the Arena, on into his tent. Once inside his tent he sat down rather stiffly on a chair. The roll was probably the move that had caused him the most problems. It was hard enough to do just normally in armor like his, with all the big metal parts, even if most of it was light, but with his injuries it made it even harder, and that in turn hurt him. He was mostly just stiff and sore, not in any like, harmful pain or anything like that. Of course, the idea that he could end up hurting himself didn't phase him a bit. He wasn't about to bow out of the tournaments at his brothers wedding. In his tent, Shadowfang finished preparing. He unsheathed his sword, made sure his mask covered his face, and walked out into the arena. His hood was low over his face, and his mask was pulled over the lower half. All that could be seen of his face, if you were lucky, was a strip of pale skin and unnerving eyes. His eyes were white, rimmed with black. It was rare that anyone actually ever saw his face or his eyes, but it did happen. It had been used to try to find the Shadow Fang and arrest him, but they could never find anyone who had white eyes. As soon as he stepped foot into the arena, a collective gasp rang through the crowd. They may not have known it was him beforehand, but most everyone knew at least a vague idea of what the Shadow Fang looked like. Giaus was a little unnerved by this turn of events, but figured that Shadowfang just wanted to fight in the tournament, so he went with it. They both walked to the center of the arena. Giaus didn't like that he couldn't look into his opponent's eyes, because that was how he read them, to figure out what kind of person they were and how they might fight, but he knew he would have to make do without it. When the announcer gave the sign to start the fight, Shadowfang wasted no time before launching his attack, slicing side to side. Giaus deflected the attacks easily enough, as he had both a sword and a shield, but he had to walk backwards to avoid the full blunt of the attack. Suddenly ceased the assault, swinging his sword in his hand. It was clear that Shadowfang was perfectly confident about the outcome of the fight. While Giaus was in a fighting crouch, like most contestants would be, Shadowfang stood in a tall, confident, almost relaxed manner. Giaus held his shield in front of him, trying to anticipate Shadowfang's next move. When it came, however, he wasn't prepared for it. Suddenly Shadowfang leaped up and pushed off of Giaus' shield, almost like a parkour move, but one you would do on a solid wall. Shadowfang did a spin and landed neatly on his feet. Giaus, on the other hand, was sent sprawling backwards into the dirt. He barely managed to roll aside in time to dodge Shadowfang's downward stab. As Shadowfang's blade bit into the dirt, a gasp ran through the crowd. If Giaus hadn't gotten out of the way in time, that move would have killed him, without a doubt. Both contestants straightened up and faced each other again, Giaus a little more unnerved now. Shadowfang decided it was time to end this before the guards came. He did a spin-slice, aimed at Giaus' shield, quickly followed by a roll bellow his opponent's forward slice. As soon as he came out of the roll he spun around and sliced, the blade slicing cleanly through Giaus' armor. Giaus spun wildly around, but Shadowfang grabbed his blade and jabbed his own sword up under Giaus' ribs. There was a moment of silence and shock as Giaus collapsed, Shadowfang laying him gently on the ground. As he did so, he muttered something in an unknown language. His voice was soft, smooth, almost calming, if he hadn't just killed a man. Not that anyone could hear him. Then the panic started. Shadowfang leaped up and jumped into the stands, pushing his way though the crowds at the Markarth authorities responded. People there were gasps and sounds of distress, but no one, or at least most of the people, really freaked out. In a time like that, seeing people die was more common, so people freaked out about it less. There was no people running away screaming at the top of their lungs or anything like that. It didn't take long for Shadowfang to disappear from sight, whether hidden in the crowd or just elsewhere, the guards did not know, they merely knew that he was gone. Saulomon had watched the fight with both interest and concern. He didn't imagine the Shadow Fang to be the type to attend these events just for the hell of it. When Shadowfang tried to stab Giaus while he was on the ground, his suspicions were confirmed. He had tried to get into the arena and help Giaus, but had been to slow.
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Post by Leslie on Sept 7, 2013 0:07:25 GMT -5
Ygritte let out a gasp when she saw that Shadowfang was apparently one of the contestants of the sword duels, which didn't particularly please her that much. She found herself holding onto Zavier and getting closer to him without thinking about it, as if she was afraid he was somehow going to hurt her. But really, the biggest concern for her was more with the fact that she felt it was much more likely for him to actually kill his opponent. She had to wonder why they let him in the first place, especially at their wedding. And while watching the fight, she felt that something was off from it, as well. She was practically clinging to Zavier during the fight, and as Giaus started to clearly show signs of losing against him and Shadowfang obvious signs of just wanting to kill the guy. And then came the actual killing of the guy, and what she saw made her make this strange sound and she closed her eyes, leaning her head against Zavier's chest and hugging him. "Why did he have to come today of all days?" She asked into his chest as the gasps around her occurred.
Meanwhile, Talisa was watching the fight with more interest then the others, though she did look worried because she knew who this was and that he was an assassin. She was rather impressed with his fighting skills, but she was also starting to tense up and get worried herself, with the fact that Shadowfang was being rather brutal with his attacks compared to Esbern and Saulomon. Not long later, this Giaus person got beat down, and eventually Shadowfang just outright killed them in front of everyone. Her response was to go wide-eyed and her mouth fell open, but surprisingly she didn't gasp in response. She just looked a bit horrified and shocked by it, but she was taking it better then her sister had. If anything, she looked more concerned with how Merril was responding to it, and her little brother, who were both next to her. Her little brother just disappeared into the crowds and headed over to his parents, who held him tightly.
By the time it happened, Esbern had disappeared into a tent to rest until he went up against someone else, but he heard the responses of the crowds outside the tent and his curiosity of what the hell was going on got the better of him, and he came back out of the tent and investigated. All he ended up seeing was a dead body in the middle of the arena by the time he got there, which made his eyes widen and he could only imagine what the hell actually went on here.
"I am sorry that you all had to see that! Shadowfang has come and assassinated someone during a day like this of all days. The duels are delayed until further notice! But do not go far! We will get this back up and running soon!" The announcer said as people hopped over the railing and started to drag the dead body away, the crowds reaction still looking shocked about what had just happened. Even Mallus started to speak up and do his best to calm down the people, telling them it was just a freak occurrence and that it was the only time this had happened in their recent history of the sword fighting and is very unlikely to happen again. He had seen death in his life so it didn't really affect him. But he wanted to make sure his people were okay, and his guests that had to see that. Thankfully, most of them seemed to of calmed down fairly quickly and understood that it was just a freak incident, and would likely not happen again.
Meanwhile...
Isengard Arya's husband-to-be followed her into her room shortly after she had arrived, because he wanted to "say" something to her. Right now she had her own room, but once she got married to him, she would be getting a room with him. Which was the last thing she wanted, a room closer to him of all people. Just him coming into her room was making her tense up enough as is. She was afraid, scared of what would happen any time he was in the same room as her now. Thoughts were running through her head, and ideas that were now forming into her head of what to do after he left her alone again, because she was getting tired of this. As much as she hated the thoughts running through her mind, she just couldn't help but think them anymore.
"Hello sweetie" He said to Arya, smiling that looked closer to a smirk, while walking towards her and stroking her cheek gently. Her response was to tense up and her breath was shaky. She really didn't like when he touched her like that, mostly because he was never being actually polite with it. "I love you" He said to her, leaning in to kiss her, but she wasn't going to have it. She pushed him away gently and looked away from him. He didn't seem pleased.
"What do you think you're doing? You don't deny me, Arya" He said bitterly, and he roughly grabbed her face and turned her head around to face him, then roughly pressed his lips against hers. She muttered against his lips, trying to pull away, and then roughly shoved him away from her this time, getting fed up with dealing with it.
"Get away from me!" She shouted at him. That just seemed to piss him off more. He walked back to her and shoved her hard onto the bed, which made her whimper and her eyes start watering. "You do not get to treat me like this, Arya, or you will get the maximum punishment for treating me poorly" He said, and he crawled on top of her, smirking sadistically.
"No! Get off of me! Please! I will make it up to you!" Arya protested, but he didn't seem to listen to her, and just stayed there...
And then there was a knock on the door, and he quickly got off of her and went over to answer it. He saw it was "The Outsider", and he froze up for a moment. He never liked him. He gave him the creeps. And the fact that he showed up now of all times gave him a feeling that he was trying to be Arya's personal protector. He shot him a glare, and then looked back at Arya. "I will be back later" He told her, and then shoved past The Outsider and left. The Outsider barely budged, and slipped into the room, closing the door.
"Help me" Arya said from a sitting position on the bed, tears streaming out of her eyes. "Please help me, before he really hurts me" She started to sob. He came over closer to her. Despite the fact that she trusted him, since she had many talks with him previously, she still felt unnerved by him at times. But this time all he did was walk closer to her, give a nod of his head, and walk out the door, disappearing again. She let out a sigh, and pulled herself into a ball on her bed, crying herself to sleep.
Back To Sword Duels "Miltos Yeromelou and two of some of the most highly trained guardsmen are to compete against each other, by the insistence of Miltos Yeromelou!" The announcer said after everything was cleared, trying to get the crowds attention back onto the events, and not what had just happened. And a strange event at that, since it was two against one guy. The two guards were heavily armored, with nice but fairly simple swords. Miltos on the other hand had a...wooden sword in hand. And no armor, to the confusion of the crowd and of the guards fighting him. That concerned them, because they didn't really want to kill the guy. But he insisted to them that they just fight like normal to him and try and kill him, which they decided that they would do despite the fact they were a bit concerned by that. Or, at least, would try to do that. Well, they would consider hurting him being successful, really, and not actually kill him.
Miltos got out into the arena area, the two guardsmen across from him, still confused but looking ready to attack. Everyone in the crowd looked curious about what exactly would be happening here, and how it would be happening. Would this man get injured seriously? Would the guards lose? There were a lot of various thoughts going through peoples heads about this. Talisa looked really fascinated, because she had a feeling there was more to this guy then meets the eye. So she decided that she would watch his movements closely, to see what it was that he was going to do. And maybe learn something from him.
The two guardsmen started to approach the man, unsheathing their swords and looking ready to fight him, but waiting for him to come closer first. Which was exactly what he did. The first guardsman swung his sword at him, and he blocked it with his wooden sword with ease, then quickly came out of the block and smacked the man on the side of his helmet with his sword, making him collapse to the ground. The other man had come up from behind him at this point, swinging his sword at him, which he dodged by ducking and rolling into the mans leg, grabbing it and flipping him over onto his back, then smashing the wooden sword against the side of that mans helmet, as well, all within about 5 seconds of the battle starting. The men were groaning and rolling on the ground, alive but clearly dazed and their heads hurting. Miltos gave a bow to the shocked and surprised crowd, then disappeared out of the arena as the crowd finally started to cheer after their initial surprise at how quickly that had just happened.
Talisa's mouth was wide open and her eyes wide once again at what had just happened, but not in a horrified, shocked way this time, but more of a shocked, surprised, and impressed way. This guy could really teach her something if he wanted to, but she didn't even attempt the idea of asking him for training. For one, she had Saulomon. For two, she doubted he was a trainer, and more a touring sword fighter who kicked some serious butt. Everything had happened so fast that she barely even gadged what actually had just happened. But all she knew was that she was thoroughly impressed. She had seen these guardsmen fight before, and they were quite impressive. They even beat her brother once, who was fairly good but not amazing or anything. But this guy made them both look like silly little pawns.
"To everyone's apparent surprise, Miltos Yeromelou is the winner!" The announcer finally said after his own initial shock about what had just taken place. "Congratulations on your win, Mr. Yeromelou! You put on quite the fine show there" He said. Luckily for the other competitors, Miltos seemed to of done what he wanted to do and was completely satisfied with his victory, and had no intentions of dueling anyone else unless asked to by them.
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