The colosseum is rumbling with the cries of the crowd. The air is filled with an energy Tenebrae is not used to. Always his fights, his training has been a private affair. Yet here, here it has become a spectacle for the glory of Solterra. Around the arena wreathes of bronze leaves, plucked at their turning, glow like glittering rust.
If he thought the crowd was loud to begin with, it is nothing compared to the clamour, the supportive roar that deafens him when his adversary steps out upon the sand. He gleams, oh he shines beneath his sunlight. Tenebrae watches from the shadows in the tunnel opposite. Darkness seeps in cool and sweet across his body.
Then his name is called and the Disciple moves, out into the crowd that does not roar so loudly for him. Yet the clamour is deafening, the stands rumble the stone groaning like a great beast is rousing from its mountain of steps. Where all of Orestes is gleaming gold, a perfect messenger of the sun high above him. Tenebrae is the black, the endless swallowing pitch of a dark abyss. He brings night breathing, smothering reaching out into the glowing Colosseum.
Orestes is just how he remembered from the brief moment they passed atop Veneror. The sand is littered with droplets of blood from previous fights and the crowd is ready for another. Yet they do not concern him as his shadow magic seethes across the sand blotting out sunlight and the pattern of the sand below his feet.
The monk stops, his skull dipping in time with Orestes. He smiles, wicked and ready, his nerves thrum with the anticipation of battle. The dark of shadows reaches out beyond them, gathering like ebony mist about them. “Thank you for hosting so generously, your Highness.” Tenebrae murmurs as darkness strengthens. Then suddenly peeling out of the black at Orestes’ left flank, a shadow forged tiger lunges for the Day king. Tenebrae aimed for it to emerge from the king’s blind spot as he keeps their gaze locked. Anything to gain an additional moment of delay in his opponent’s parry. The black lion leaps in a fluid motion aiming for the king’s left shoulder with outstretched, slashing claws as sharp as an eagle’s talon.
Then, Tenebrae is moving, he retreats back, enough to watch how Orestes’ avoids the lion and what, if any, strike lands. The monk waits to see if an injury might slow his opponent down, if pain from a wound atop his shoulder might make him lame, or let his kingdom see how even kings can bleed upon the sand.
|| "Speech." || @Orestes
when is a monster not a monster?
oh, when you love it
Summary: Tenebrae enters, thanks Orestes as king of Solterra for hosting the fight. His magic is reaching out as if to wrap around the duo and moments after the monk greets Orestes, a tiger leaps out from what ten hopes is Orestes' blind spot on his left side. It jumps to claw at the king's shoulder as Ten retreats ready to defend himself.
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: Magic
Response Deadline: (06/07/2020)
Tags: @Orestes, @Sid, @inkbone, @nestle, @
