Troy vs. Feng Xi vs. Tiberius Maximus

[Angel]

Rules:

- Duel doesn't affect the RP. For practice only.
- To the death.
- No concealed weapons.
- Real weapons, not wooden.
- Old style dueling, not the new system.
- No need for a mod. Between the three of us we can keep it fair.
- Questions about actions will be communicated through PM's.


Participants:

Elmo, Ad Ray, and Myself.


Setting:

An abandoned coliseum. The arena is 75 x 75 feet, and hasn't been repared in centuries. Cracks, holes, and loose stone are abundant. There is about 15 feet of dirt between the arena and the small wall seperating the seats and the combatants. The viewing seats are game also, but they are even more worn by time than the arena. One false step could lead to death by falling through the ground and being crushed to death. It is a cloudy day, with hardly any rays of sun breaking through the suffocating storm clouds. At any moment the clouds could let loose a torrential rain...

[Elmokins]

Tiberius Maximus strode forwards, slowly, yet still eager. His cloak was a swirling torrent of faded color fringed with particles of dirt, his armor held a polished sheen, medium weight and jet black, the silver wolves on it had been dimmed by the cold light. His hand relaxed and grasped over his spear, at his waist was his longsword, he would use that if needed.

As the roman entered the collesium he felt the hand of age tingle his spine, he heard the roar of the crowd, urging for his blood, he heard the call of the emperor, to live or die. He would live.

(crap entry, not in mood to write)

[Adam]

Do ya post Matt, I will arrive after, I am busy right now, don't wanna halt the duel

[Angel]

*Troy watched as one of his opponents arrived, and took to the arena. The man was muscular, and obviously was well respected by their growing audience, which appeared to be mostly Roman. As the crowds rumble began to die down, Troy took the moment to step out, already mentally prepared to block the ‘booing’ he was sure to receive out of his mind. He strode forward, with an air of confidence unfitting for someone of his age, however, very befitting for drawing an ominous silence from the crowd. His muscular arms rested casually on the hilt of his two blades. His pinkish cape fluttered behind him as he walked out of his black corridor and into the arena. His pace was swift, yet calculating, an obvious sign of what both combatants could expect later.

It was a short distance, and Troy quickly found himself stepping onto the raise arena, where most of the battling would take place. As he stood, staring at his opponent, a breeze swept through the coliseum, blowing his uneven brown locks about his face, before settling them back where they belonged. The strangest thing one would find about Troy’s appearance, would be the unusual tattoo he had on the upper part of his left arm. It was unlike most tattoo’s you see nowadays, and it’s importance was probably only known to Troy.

A polite bow was issued to Tiberius, since it was custom to acknowledge your opponents before you killed them. Troy had little doubt in his mind he could vanquish both of his opponents here today, but wondered what purpose it would hold later. His eyes became unfocused for a moment, while his mind was considering this, but he quickly quelled the thought and focused on the present. There was one more person he was waiting on, before the slaughter could begin…*