Fight Type: Battle
Prize: 50 signos per character from Official Day Court Account upon completion of the thread
Contact Made: Yes
Character #1: @Orestes
Bonded: Sun Lion
Magic: Solar Transformation
Armor: No
Weapons: No
Current Health: 12
Current Attack: 8
Current Experience: 19
Character #2: @Tenebrae
Bonded: No
Magic: Shadow Forging
Armor: No
Weapons: No
Current Health: 17
Current Attack: 23
Current Experience: 31
The sand seems thirsty.
It is the only way to describe them, baked as they are by the morning sun. Orestes does not know how many other combatants have gone thus far; only that from where he peers outside the iron gate leading into the Colosseum, the sands are newly raked. The heat wafts off them in nearly imperceptible waves. Already, a small bead of sweat works it way down his neck.
It is strange, to think, the Sovereign is about to battle for the mere friendly competition of it. He had not intended to enter the tournament—which he largely organised, in an effort to raise solitary among Solterrans and create an aura of competition within the Court—but when all was said and done the tournament was left at an odd number. Why not, he had said to himself. It will be good for the Court to see their Sovereign on the sands.
Now he is not so certain. A swarm of butterflies has worked its way into his stomach, and throat, and chest; he feels full to bursting with the sudden onslaught of anxiety. In a far-off life, one before this one, he had never been asked to fight true battles. And on the rare occasion he was, Orestes could become a sea dragon, or shark, or great and terrible serpent.
Today, he is only a man. There is an announcer out above the sands, inciting the crowd gathered in the Colosseum. And next… his voice booms, the one and only Sovereign of Solterra!
Orestes walks into the bright morning light, blinking it away. Ariel pads out alongside him, quiet and attentive to their surroundings. With the way the sun crests above the distant horizon, the Colosseum sands are almost perfectly divided into shadow and sun. It just so happens Orestes has emerged into the light, and his opponent into the relative shadow.
The crowd is jarringly loud. And who will our Sovereign fight, if not a monk from Denocte? There is a sort of astonished--perhaps even exaggerated--gasp from the audience. The other contestant enters the arena and Orestes recognises him, briefly, from the mountain. Yet that exchange had been brief and... no less violent, he supposes. Orestes tries not to think more deeply on that, however. Instead he smiles in a comradely sort of way from across the arena, and takes strength in the way the sun has thoroughly warmed his skin. With Solis rising behind him, Orestes feels the light pool and shift in his arcane tattoos. With, the Sovereign ducks his head in a respectful greeting, and takes strength from the vivacious life of the crowd. His people
"Orestes." || "Ariel." || @Tenebrae
later he saw that each weed was a knife
"well," he mumbled at last, "doubtless there are other roads."
Summary: Orestes waits to be called in. When called, he enters the Arena, looks around, and steels his nerves. He gives a respectful nod of his head to Tenebrae.
Attack Used: 0
Attack(s) Left: 2
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: None
Response Deadline: June 12
Tags: @Tenebrae, @Sid, @inkbone, @Layla, @nestle, @
