The seventh battle of Round One, the [Magus Ferox] BattleArena Tournament.
Back to the Standings

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Anathoth walks into the Arena, leans against a wall waiting patiently for [Thalimor]..

Thalimor patiently steps into the arena, his measured steps taking him swiftly to his destination. His bright orange robes are of heavy material, and are entirely unresponsive to the teasings of a slight breeze. Stopping a good many paces from Anathoth, he bows. As he returns to his proud stance, he looks into Anathoth's eyes, and allows a few rare words to escape his lips. "Are you my opponent?"

"I am. There's been a slight change in plan, the demon Zaeroto cannot compete. So I am taking her place. My name is Anathoth, son of Levictus DuThuranis. And you are?.."

Thalimor nods his head, realizing why he didn't recall seeing Anathoth's name on the list. "Thalimor Giondfer, at your humble service." Thalimor bows deeply, trying to respect his opponent. After all, there is no better teacher in matters of love and war than one's rival.

Anathoth smiles, returns Thalimor's deep bow, "It is a pleasure to face you in combat. Victory to the best." Anathoth takes a solid stance, draws his katana from its sheath..

Thalimor takes a light stance, his feet ready to leave the ground at any given moment. He draws no weapons, but gives his hands menacing positions. He nods his head in agreement to Anathoth's sentiments, and focuses.

"You intend to fight bare handed? Against a blade?" Anathoth asks incredulously, "I can't attack an unarmed man.."

Thalimor raises a questioning eyebrow, but nevertheless pulls a long knife from a small sheath tucked into the back of his robes. He reassumes his position, hoping to get this started as they were losing valuable fighting time.

"Better. Now let's begin this.." Anathoth mutters, quickly closes the distance between them, bearing his blade in low to strike upward at Thalimor's side.. 

Thalimor, oh so swift and oh so strong, crosses his body low with his knife. He meets Anathoth blade-to-blade, not so much deflecting his sword, but undoubtedly putting it under control. He spins out of the path of the blade, and with his knife still in contact with Anathoth's katana, shoves his foot behind him in an attempt to trip an while simultaneously lashing out with a fierce back-knuckle with his free hand, aimed towards the back of Anathoth's head.

Anathoth ducks, Thalimor's fist whizzing over his head as he backpedals. Unfortunately he finds Thalimor's extended foot, and then finds himself staring at the hem of his orange robes. "Well that was graceful.." He mutters to himself, rolling like mad in an attempt to remove himself from the proximity of the monk's blade or kicks...

Thalimor also backs off, not wanting to get his unprotected ankles too close to Anathoth's blade. He is not above taking advantage of this scenario, however, and with his given moment he begins to rapidly scale the seemingly endless wall of the arena, easily getting far out of reach of his opponent's katana.

Anathoth gains his feet, and spins, momentarily unable to find where Thalimor went.. He happens to glance up, "Wow... Climb like a monkey, dontcha?"

Thalimor cocks an eyebrow at this. "Better than you, I'm sure!" He turns around, and masterfully stays up with his back to the wall. "Catch me if you can, wimp!"

Anathoth raises an eyebrow of his own, "Why, when you've made yourself a perfect target.." An grins evilly, and summons one of his Managuns into his hands. The semi-automatic pistol throws An's hand back from the recoil, it fires a glowing blue pulse of energy at Thalimor.. 

Thalimor releases his hold on the wall. AS he falls, he turns, and roughly halfway down from where he last was, begins to use the wall to slow his descent. He lands as lightly as a cat, spins around, and charges Anathoth with suprizing speed.

Anathoth sheathes his katana and drops the managun, charging at Thalimor with equal speed. They collide, and Anathoth attempts to grapple him into submission..

Thalimor quickly finds his footing and, while narrowly escaping being toppled to the ground, tries to turn the fight. The elf is a highly trained master of different martial forms, and boasts many self-defense procedures at his command. However, only one such procedure comes to mind in a situation like this; With his whole body thrown into it, Thalimor thrusts his knee violently at Anathoth's groin.

"HURKK!!" Anathoth buckles under the blow, considers throwing up a few times before he struggles his way back to his feet. In retaliation, Anathoth uses his upward momentum to attempt to sock Thalimor across the jaw.

Thalimor dodges slightly, allowing An's fist to hurtle past his face at a frightening speed. With one crooked hand, he hooks Anathoth's fist, spins on his heel, and sends his foot rocketing towards his opponent's face.

An brings up his forearm, deflecting the blow and sending Thalimor's foot flying over his head instead of at it. His fist still hooked to Thalimor's, he falls forward, throwing a shoulder into Thal's solar plexus in an attempt to knock the wind out of him, or at least knock him off balance..

With Anathoth placed oddly between Thalimor's planted foot and his kick, Thalimor rolls to the side of An's charge, throwing himself off balance. Then, using his legs, he turns An, trips him, and uses Anathoth's weight to bring Thalimor back on blance, kneeling and straddling his opponent. "That's 21. I would've stopped at 20, but I couldn't just leave your attack open like that."

Anathoth blinks up at Thalimor, who is now sitting on An. "How'd you do that?.."

"Normally I'd brag about extensive training. However, this was just luck. They generally don't teach us defense against somebody charging from between your legs."

Anathoth chuckles, "Yeah, that was a kinda awkward charge.. Where'd you learn to fight like that, anyway?"

Stnading up, and helping Anathoth to his feet, Thalimor looks back at him. "My monastary....the martial arts are very emphasized there. They teach all the monks there how to kill a person in 5 different ways before they hit the ground."

"Impressive.." An says, getting to his feet with Thalimor's aid. "I'm a cleric, myself. But I'm also trained as a fighter. Better with a sword than a fist, actually."

Magus Ferox walks into this arena, "Canthlian had already scored this fight, but the twit didn't post the scores. Here ya go. Anathoth wins with 120 points to Thalimor's 90. Congrats."

Thalimor nods in awknowldgement, bows to both Ferox and Anathoth, and exits the Arena.