“Sponsored by Baron Barthold Eastke, with his great bde in hand, William of the Thunder Riders!”
“Sponsored by Sir Landon Littlesea, the Iyrman with skin of steel, Chief Executive Officer Jurot!”
William stepped forward into the arena. He wore full pte mail, and wore a half cape with the Eastke’s symbol printed against it. At his back was a greatsword of fieel, well built, with no frills. However, from the red hilt, Jurot uood it was a bde from the turbulent time of the Demonic Devastation. The Fifty Red Swords, which eventually deed, and was the inspiration for the Three Hundred Bdes some few hundred years ter.
Jurot stepped forward, adorned in the furs of travelling Iyrmen, very different to the uniforms they typically wore in the Iyr. Jurot was the typical appearance of what the Aldish thought the Iyrmen were. Tall, strong, dishevelled hair only bed by a swipe of the hand, adorned in heavy furs.
As they circled around the arena, Jurot held up his axe and shield, feeling the gentle burn of his arms as he dispyed his endurance, his muscles flexing and twitg for the crowd.
“Sometimes I fet how handsome my brother is,” Adam said, nodding his head approvingly. The group had finished with their bets, with Adam betting twice as much as normal. He had to do that at least once since Jurot was his brother.
“How strong is the guy?”
“He is strong,” Vonda said, doing her best to avoid looking at William, a young man three years her senior.
“Thunder Riders is such a cool name, don’t you think?”
“It is.”
Ohe pair met in the tre, William swiped his bde through the air, before holding it in front of him. “Are you ready for the hardest fight of your life, Iyrman?” The young man chuckled, his tone of voice light.
“I am ready,” Jurot said, holding his axe out towards his oppo, Phantom gleaming in the sun.
Seeing that his oppo was so open, William dashed forward, swinging his bde wildly in an ar front of him to strike Jurot. His bde held such force, it would have cut a normal man in half.
But Jurot was no man.
As the heavy swing threateo bisect Jurot, he leapt up above the swinging bde, with such height it had taken even William by surprise, the crowd’s gasps eg his feelings. The air under Jurot shuddered from the thunderous force of the bde’s magic.
Jurot nded in a squat, but with the strength fed by the training of the Iyr, he forced his , his thighs burning. He used the moment to strike with Phantom, aiming for the young man’s helmet, his axe almost blurring in the air. The thunk was audible in the arena, even managing to reach the crohantom fshed as Jurot spent all the charges.
A single blow and William fell to the side, dropping still.
Jurot exhaled, flexing his muscles for a moment, raising his axe high above him before he rexed. The crowd’s noise drowned out the versations on the first floor above them.
“Yeah!” Adam shouted. “Woo! Hahaha! That’s my brother!” Adam kept howling with ughter. “Just a hit! Only one!”
Nirot snorted quietly, crossing her arms as she did her best not to act out. She gowards the other Iyrmen, her lips twitg into a smile.
“First pce! Let’s go!” Adam tio cackle and howl, already feeling the buzz of alcohol.
Though there were those around him who wanted him to quieten down, they allowed him this moment. They weren’t going to act up, not when one of the Iyrmen nearby had the same tattoo as the young Iyrman who had dropped an Expert in a single blow.
From the sed floor above the crowd, Baron Barthold Eastke stared at the fallen merary. He had mao procure the young Expert for a sum of one hundred gold, and a hundred gold for each win, plus an additional five hundred gold if he pced, a fair sum of .
William had once been a didate to bee one of the Three Hundred Bdes, but Fate had taken him away oh of adventuring. The Baron almost threateo sm his cup of wine against the wall, but kept his cool in front of the other minor nobles and merts.
“It seems the Iyrman was more of a savage than you let on,” another lord said from nearby, a mert p him some wine.
“Who knows what wicked magics the axe possesses,” Barthold replied, his brow pulsing with rage. His face turned red hot, but the lords and merts made no ent on it, allowing the Baron to fume.
The priests quickly approached William, who was deathly still. They quickly healed him, and found he was quite alive, though the blood trig out of his nose and ears had implied otherwise. His mind was still rec, as he stared around, unsure of where he was, who he was, or even what he was.
“Jurot,” Adam called as the Iyrman approached them.
“Adam.”
“Very cool.”
Jurot nodded.
Kitool’s fight was quite eventful, managing to batter her oppo with a flurry of strikes, before stunning them aing the process, managing to take them out.
Jaygak oher hand, slugged it out with her oppo. Though they mao strike each other with simir frequency, Jaygak’s blows held greater impact, and her oppo, a young warrior from the Order of Three Hundred Bdes, fell to a knee.
Amokan’s wild swings brought much fanfare from the crowd, as each blow threateo kill his oppo, who surrendered after being struck against his side. sidering he erhaps the greatest member of an order in this segment, his loss was utterly shog, and rippled through the arena as the crowd cheered. The Drakken from the north, from the Order of the Snow Storm, was sidered one of the top three to win their segment.
“It was my loss to e across you, son of Kan,” the Drakken said, shaking forearms with the Iyrman.
“It was a good fight,” Amokan replied, shaking his forearm.
“This is why I didn’t want to e across you Deathsingers.”
Amokan grinned wide. “Let us drink together when the evening es.”
The Drakken sighed, but smiled. “I will see you then.”
Timojin’s wild swings brought so much fear to his oppo, they only mao strike across him once, while spending the rest of bout trying to defend. She eventually surrendered, seds away from passing out.
‘This eour is stacked for the Iyrmen,’ Adam thought.
“The bets will no longer be so plentiful,” Jurot said, sipping the ale. “We have won too ly.”
“That’s why I said to hold back.”
Jurot tio eat and drink, allowing Adam to stew on the he was going to miss out. However, his lips still formed a long smile, as he thought about how well they were all doing.
Jaygak gnced between the pair. ‘These brothers are crazy.’ She sighed, thinking about how difficult it was for her.
When the m came, it was Adam’s turn to fight.
‘Should I finish them off in one blow too?’ Adam thought as he stepped out to the arena, the noonval suing down on him in his pte mail. ‘It’s so damn hot!’
“The prodigy of a geion! With a bde made of sunsteel, fed by the Fire Giants in the distant voloes of Voodur! Sir Carter of the Three Hundred Bdes!”
“Sponsored by Sir Landon Littlesea! With gleaming armour of purple! Chief Executive Officer Adam!”
‘I wonder if Lord Morkarai made his sword,’ Adam thought, seeing the longsword which was almost golden in colour, and gleamed shtly with the sun. ‘I bet a lot of money on this match, so I better not lose.’
“It is my honour to face you,” the young man in pte mail said as they met in the middle. He donned his shield, and held his bde out towards the space between them.
“The honour is mine,” Adam replied, raising his shield, readying himself for the fight. ‘Damn. He’s a nice guy.’
Battle OrderD20 + 1 = 4 (3)
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 15 (5)Miss!
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 22 (12)Hit!2D6 + 9 = 15 (2, 4)15 damage!
Adam mao deflect a blow with his axe, and as he struck when he saw a ce, he was forced back by a harsh swing by the bde, which glowed gently, causing his puthral armour to sparkle. He stepped aside, barely striking the young man across his thigh.
Carter leapt away from Adam, shocked by how much damage the Half Elf had managed with just his axe. ‘He hits like a mountain tiger.’
The pair circled around one aheir bde and axe poiowards each other.
Health: 78 -> 52
Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2Health: 52 -> 57
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 15 (5)D20 + 10 = 30 (20)Critical hit!Mana: 21 -> 20Ability: Divine Smite4D6 + 4D6 + 9 = 35 (2, 4, 4, 4)(1, 3, 3, 5)35 damage!
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 24 (14)D20 + 10 = 28 (18)Hit!2D6 + 9 = 16 (1, 6)16 damage!
“I shall return your strike with greater fury,” the Guardian said, and his bde almost blurred in front of Adam, who mao bend backwards. Adam raised his shield, but the bde struck down against his side, causing him to roll backwards, his side stinging from where the divine magic struck him. ‘Damn!’
Adam leapt up onto his feet, inhaling deeply, before he raised his axe towards the young man again, before they met in battle once more. This time, with Adam deeply fog on his assault, the Half Elf mao nd a strike across the young man’s armour, which was seared from the divine smite, and he slipped uhe shield, managing to force the young man back.
The crowd had long drowned out for them, as the pair focused only on each other. Sir Carter’s mind tingled, feeling as though Adam was still holding back against him. He raised his bde again towards Adam, but spent a moment catg the Half Elf’s eyes. He bowed his head. Adam returned a bow of his own head.
Health: 57 -> 20
Fighting Spirit: 2 -> 1Health: 20 -> 25
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 20 (10)D20 + 10 = 26 (16)Hit!Mana: 20 -> 19Ability: Divine Smite2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 35 (1, 2)(3, 6)35 damage!
Carter charged forward, the pair bumping shields, before they swung together, dang in the tre of the arena. As Adam focused himself, Carter mawo heavy blows against the puthral pte mail, marking it with his divine magic, while Adam swung wildly, striking the young Guardian harshly across his own armour.
Sir Carter dropped down to a knee, but Adam caught him, half embrag the Guardian. Carter tried to catch his breath, but was uo gather more strength as his vision faded to bck.
Mana: 19 -> 18Spell: Healing Word1D3 + 3 = 4 (1)
“It was an honour to face you, Sir Carter,” Adam said, his voice full of healing magic.
Sir Carter felt the strength return to him as the Half Elf held him. He tensed slightly, but rexed, before stepping away from the Half Elf. He bowed his head. “The honour is mine, Chief Executive Officer Adam.”
I keep fetting to italicize the stuff my bad.
Hardest fight of Jurot's life? LOL!
