The second battle of Round One, the [MagusFerox] BattleArena Tournament.
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[Hhoal] arrives and stands off to the side, awaiting her competitor who she hasn't seen at all, even in the abyss.

G'Day, me here. It looks like your last compediter stood you up, so Ive got the spot now. Ready to open up heaps of cans of whoop-A$$ on each other?/ [instigator]

Hhoal grins at this and pulls out her new broad sword,"Of course," she says simply standing feet shoulder width apart and sword held in both hands to her right. Her right side facing him.

"You dont waste time with words, thats for sure" He thinks he has time to fling one dagger at [Hhoal]. After doing so, he draws his bastard sword and closes in slowly, Shield forward on his left side.

She avoids the dagger easliy, sidestepping to the right. With one quick leap she is on [instigator]'s left side where the sheild was, and spinning on her heal, crouched low, the blade of her broad sword aims for the back of his thigh, "What use are words?" she says between spinning and attacking.

Mulciber Pyrehart steps into the Arena, blows the whistle. "HEY!! You never showed up in the Abyss for training!!" He yells at [instigator] . "Did you at least read the rules? If not, I'm gonna have to disqualify this match." Tapping his foot impatiently, he waits for [instigator]'s response.

"What the...Guaagh! My fr****n leg! Yes! for your information I did read the rules, And while Im at it, if you look at my records from the previous battlearena, you will see I never broke one of those rules. That was before they were published. You wanna know why, well, Ill tell ya. Here I have my licence for adventuring. Now, as I am sure you are aware (being a god and all) that in order to obtain one of these said licences, you must first undertake a short course in honourable combat and execution. That cource in itself takes 4 months. Then after that, you must sit 1 written exam and 2 practical at REIW (Royal Elftown Institute of War). Now I was told that upon obtaining one of these, you are considered to be familiar with all rules regarding tournaments such as this"/ [instigator] (at this point its safe to assume inst is not a happy camper and does not like paperwork very much, thats why he (or so he thought) got it all out of the way first off at REIW)

Mulciber raises an eyebrow at Instigator's ID, "Been a while since I've seen one of those.. Most Elftowners aren't as well off to recieve such training, so we introduce the Tournament training in the Abyss to remedy that. Since you're qualified, then carry on..." Mulciber disappears, to let the warriors continue their fight. 

After striking Instigator, Hhoal had backed off, listening to his little explantaion, once finished she mutters something about nothing important and asks, "Um, you ready?"

"I was ready 10 minutes ago, problem was, higher authority wasn't" [instigator] makes an approach, shield leading. He clashes sword and shield with [Hhoal] waiting for an opening. He sees one, getting the right leverage, he tries to disarm his opponent by spinning [Hhoal] 's sword out of her grasp...

She curses at this, and lets the sword fly from her grasp not bothering to catch it, not wanting to loose time, she rips her battle ax from it's bindings on her back and spins to her right on feet, her grip tight about the ax, and her muscles loose, the blade slices through the air towards his shoulder...

While [Hhoal] fiddles with her axe, [instgator] makes best use of the distraction and attemps a kick to her stomach. Eeaaarrrrh! The sudden application of all his weight reminds [instigator] that his leg wont like doing that too often.

The kick lands, but as she stumbles back, she lets her ax fly out of her hands still towards him, knowing if she was to hold onto it she most likely would strain her muscles.

The axe hurtles down at [instigator], luckily for him, he catches it with his shield. However, it came down with such force that it split it right down the middle. "Thats the last shield I buy from Elftown Disposals!" He yells, stripping theleather straps off his arm, destroying any chance of taking advantage of Hhoals predicament. 

Getting to her feet quickly she decides it was time for some magic dueling, she grins slightly bringing her hands several inches in front of her chest, standing feet shoulder width apart for support. Holding her right hand in front of her she blinks quickly, pulling energy from herself, it builds quickly in her hand, a black fog, writhing with life, tryign to free itself from her grip, but her hand clenches it tightly, until a sufficient size, she the releases it, and the black shadow flies with incredile speed towards [instigator]...

[instigator] , not being a huge fan of magic, managed to 'liberate' a special cloak from a previous rival. Countless Fireballs, magic missiles and other offensive magical projectile paraphenalia has been neutralised by the cloaks inate ability. [instigator] dissappears inside the fog. the cloak protects him from the damaging power of the arcane mist but his vision is still obscured. "Perhaps I can work this to my advantage" He thinks to himself, Drawing an arrow into his bow...

[Hhoal], not being able to see through the fog surrounding him either, picks up her sword from the ground and steps into the fog, closing her useless eyes and listening...

[instigator] hears [Hhoal] (Well, hes pretty sure its [Hhoal], but he cant see her, so he cant be sure) approaching. Using his ears (Which are pretty sensitive when your a ranger) to locate his target, he fires an arrow at [Hhoal]. Hopeing to hit her and not some innocent bystander!

Her elven ears pick up the sound of the air whistling over the feathers... she quickly leaps away, but too slow, it strikes her shoulder, she clenshes her teeth, hissing, she rips the arrow out and crushes it in her hands. Feeling the open wound, she feels the blood trickle down her arm. She wipes her hand on her pants and grips her sword, leapign forth in his direction, she lands a few feet away, and then closes the gap with one stride wiht her right foot forward, she brings her sword quickly through the foggy air, slicing for his side, keeping her sword in check so she wouldn't over step, over make herself vulnerable...

However, in the confusion of not being able to see more that a few inches, [instigator] has crept away (quiet, like a ranger) and [Hhoals] sword slices down though nothing but mist. He has just about backed out of the deadly but ineffective mist when he trips backwards over his discarded shield. Falling to the ground, he hopes [Hhoals] doesn't hear him, but since she is an elf, he thinks his chances are not good. So he opts for a new stratagy "Missed, missed, cockies pi$$!...Ooof!"

This gives her his exact location, and with one leap of her long legs, she is standing before him, the fog dissipates, moving through out the room now, and they can see the forms of each other. She holds out her free hand and a ball of soft light grows in her hand, but the remaining fog, reflects the light...

This gives [instigator] enough time to get back on his feet and ready his sword. "You had better carry something eith a bit more bite than that!" he hollers, as he stands with both hands clutching his sword ahead of him, getting ready for his next move...

[Hhoal] laughs slightly at this, and releases the small glowing orb, it dissapears, she did not intend to use it, decidign against it. She grips the sword with both hands and takes two long strides forward, and before he realises it she is apon him. Stepping out with her left foot, she spins and the blade sails towards his soft side, she jumps a few feet into the air, making her a smaller target and strikes out wiht her foot following the blade...

[instigator] tries to comprehend what is going on, finds it all too complicated and cops a sword slash down his back! He then dodges the foot coming at him (though whether he ducked it or it was because he doubled up anyway, you cant tell) so [Hhoals] foot sails unobstructed over him...

She lands, and rolls on the ground. Quickly standing up, she waits for him to stand again, not wishing to strike an unready opponent.

They both stand there watching each other, weapons poised for strike or block, until...

Hhoal steps forward, she leaps into the air, and her leg flies out to kick him in the jaw...

[instigator] grins and sets his sword to recieve the airbourne [Hhoal] (if she doesnt think of something fast, shes going to jump right onto it)...

[Hhoal] seeing the sword, and barely a foot away, she manages to make a quick, rather pathetic barrier between her feet and him, and instead of her flesh getting the direct hit, the barrier takes it, and she falls to the ground, her upper thigh on her right leg bleeds, she had been unable to avoid it completely...

Thinking its about time to start dishing out some serious punishment (and effectivily, try to win the fight) [instigator] relentlessly grabs his sword in both hands and swings it hard at [Hhoal] s torso. (Barbaric, I know but this is a gladitorial fight and I doubt any injuries sustained in Elftown are life threatening, or even permanent)...

[Hhoal] rolls out of the way and leaps to her feet. She brings back her empty hands and says somehting underher breath. She holds open her hands and a bright white light appears, she thrusts and it flies through the air towards him so fast, the air about them shakes from the noise created by the fast moving energy...

Once again [instigator] s cloak protects him from the destructive energy. He holds himself in a defensive stance while his eyes re-adjust to the the light...

Seeing his hesitation, Hhoal jumps forward and her sword appears in her hands, she spins around on her left foot, and stand behind him, she kicks out with her right foot, to the back of his knee and then attacks with her sword going for his shoulder...

Already having a huge wound in his leg and being half-blinded, [instigator] s leg doesnt put up a huge amount of resistance. So his whole body hits the ground like a sack of spuds! He hits the dusty floor face down and white hot jets of pain shoot from his shoulder, [Hhoals] sword just found its mark. Pinning [instigator] to the ground as tears of pain seep from his eyes. "This is not good" he thinks to himself "If I dont do something quick, it wont be long before the vultures get into an all you can eat buffet" pushing himself up to his knees (effectively moving his body up along the blade of the [Hhoal] s sword, in a great deal of pain) "Aaaeearaarrg!" he manages to stab at some random portion of [Hhoal] using his other concealed dagger with his good arm...

Hhoal clenches her teeth as his dagger seeps into the flesh of her sword arm, she drops her sword, and it clatters to her ground, with her unwounded hand she pulls out the dagger and it falls as well, her hand thrusts out, and punches him hard in the jaw...

@#$%&*! [instigator] cops one in the jaw, but he takes it on the chin (...haha...) since he is quite incapable of getting off the ground quickly. The look of surprise on [Hhoal] face gives him the opening he requires to execute a liverpool kiss (thats similar to slamming your forehead into your opponents nose)...

His forehead collides with her nose, which then gushes blood freely, and she cries out at this. She grabs his hair in one hand and lifts his head up to see her bleeding face, and she pulls hard and goes to knee him in that very sensitive place....

[instigator] has very short hair (No. 3 cut) which means [Hhoal] cannot get enough purchase on her opponents head. Her hand slips off [instigator] s hair. As [Hhoal] s knee comes up, [instigator] takes it and attempts to knock her off balance by throwing her leg up. (There is no way I am letting that attack come through! :) )

Mulciber steps into the arena, and stops the fight. "Great job, you two. I've got your totaled points, and [instigator] wins with 250, [Hhoal] just barely missing it by 10 points with 240. Instigator, go on to RoundTwo#2, and Hhoal, you may participate in the Consolation match if you so choose. Thanks for playing!"

"Well fought, but if you dont mind, Ive got to go to the infirmary for some TLC. Must run, bye" [instigator] leaves with a trail of blood following him.

Hhoal smiles, and wanders off to the infirmary as well, blood falling into the dirt.... a bit down tabout losing, but oh well, it was fun^_^