The Paths of Tragedy

(Sorry Jonathan...I was a bit sleepy....)
List of Participants
~First Round~
First Match:Felldoh VS Entas
Second Match: William - Zeria Iiyasei
Third Match: Cairn Rosencrant - Hera Ledro
Fourth Match: Dark Knight (Lucius) - Arthvade
Fifth Match: Nameless Warrior (Julius Argexis)- Jake King
Sixth Match: Preston - (FFGuy's character)​


The man known as Mathias Salazar was seen walking towards a balcony away from the arena. From there he could watch the battles unfold with the best view possible, an area saved only for nobility. As the middle aged man sat on his throne, he announced the beginning of the first match. It appears that, Felldoh VS Entas were schedule to fight first, then Zeria Iiyasei and William would be next.

Bells rang announcing that the first match would commence now. Having heard the bells, Cairn bid farewell and wished good luck to his friends, then he turned away and headed towards the warriors' chambers.


(I'll edit this later...we must decide who goes first :P)
 
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"Well, mateys," Felldoh said, turning to Hera and the others. "It looks like I'm up first. I wonder how good this 'Entas' is. Heh, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he were the devil; look at his name, it's spelt 'S-A-T-N-E' backwards. When you read that out, it sounds like 'Satan.' I've heard some people talk about him, saying stuff about him like he's the devil or something."

"Not that you know any better," Hera pointed out.

Felldoh shrugged. "Well, as long as he fights fairly. I don't want a coward for an opponent."

Brome grabbed Felldoh's shirt and yanked him close. "Now you be careful out there, and don't rush in and get yourself killed," the mouse hissed. He let go of Felldoh, and turned away. Felldoh scratched the back of his head, smiling sheepishly.

"Brome's always been a bit...protective of me, since we arrived here."

"You rush headfirst into things, I take it?" Hera said, grinning. "You and Jake could be twins, there."

Before Jake could retort, Felldoh turned and started walking off. "I'll see you in the stadium, mates. Get a good seat!"

"We will," Hera called. He turned to Jake. "Come on, let's go find Brome and get some good seats."

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Felldoh walked into the ring. It wasn't lavishly decorated, by most standards, but just a grassy and sandy little circle, with a stone floor in the center.

Felldoh walked up to the square floor and took out one spear and a launcher. Now, where was this 'Entas' character at?
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As it was announced, the time for the first battle had arrived.
Entas got out of his seated location, and headed towards the room that leads to the arena.

The room was covered in the smell of blood, most likely after contestants from before. Hopefully, he would not become one of them.

He stepped through the arch, as the metal bars where slightly sticking out from the top position.
The crowd, acted as a crowd normally does. Some cheered, some in awe, some commenting on apperance and equipment. Entas assumed his visor was the topic of many conversations.

As he neared the center, and now spotted his opponent.
It was a squirrel.. He was confused. Though, many would be.
Even so, he had learned not to underestimate his enemy. As the squirrel, As Felldoh, had armed himself with what looked like a spear, and a wooden stick.
Entas still did not wish to underestimate him, though, a wooden weapon did not make an intimidating apperance.

Entas made himself ready, he reached in his cloak, and took out his weapon. The Kusarigama.
It was a small scythe, wit ha chain in the handle end. On the end of the chain, was a iron weight.
He took the scythe in his left hand, and took a part of the chain in his right.

A slight nod towards Felldoh. "I am Entas, your opponent in this fight" he said with a slight polite tone.
As this was a honorable battle, and not a slaughter fest. He decided to be slightly polite.
 
Wylliam was leaning so far over the railing that more than once he lost his balance and nearly fell to the ground, though each time he managed to support himself at the last second. He simply was unable to contain his excitement. He was very curious as to Felldoh's proficiency with a spear and was more than eager to compare fighting techniques. "Go on, Felldoh! Show that guy with the funny looking eyewear the grace of the spear! And after that, knock him on his ass!" Wylliam knew his shout would probably be drowned out by the crowd, but he was far to psyched about the fight to care.
 
Mikhail

The day of the tournament had arrived, soldiers and citizens from all kingdoms came to watch the world's strongest fighters battle it out, of course Mikhail himself was not competing or else he would surely be victorious against such low lifes.

He found his way to one of the high balconies of the stadium where he had a great view of the action going down bellow, his eyes could follow every movement of the warriors and study their attacks. His attention was mainly focused on Skaol, his job was to watch over him and in case he failed to finish off Cairn and the others in the tournament, Mikhail would end it right there. The fact that the fighters would end up getting tired after a few fights gave him the advantage, also he was fresh and fast and could sneak up behind them and kill them easily, such is the way of the assassin.
 
Felldoh narrowed his eyes at the weapon that his foe was wielding. It was certainly dangerous, that much was obvious. It was little more than a small scythe that had a chain to it, but it's primitive appearance did not beget weakness. Felldoh's mind raced, wondering what skills his foe would unleash.

The man spoke, with light courtesy ringing in his tone. "I am Entas, your opponent in this fight."

Felldoh nodded thoughtfully, making the movement so that it did not seem insulting. "Hello, Entas. My name is Felldoh. I am not here to kill you, only to test my skills in battle. Let us hope you are here for the same."

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Jake, Hera, and Brome were sitting right in the front row, above the gates where Entas had entered. Hera eyed the weapon carefully, though Jake and Brome were less concerned.

"Alright Felldoh!" Jake roared, "You give him the beatdown!"

"You can do it, Felldoh!" Brome called, "I know you can! Take him out, mate!"

"I thought you were opposed to violence," Hera said, cocking an eyebrow amusedly at Brome.

"Er, well," Brome said sheepishly, "Felldoh's not fighting to kill, so it's different. He doesn't want to hurt this Entas, he just wants to test himself."

"Even so, Felldoh might have a tough fight," Hera said grimly. Both Brome and Jake turned to Hera, completely nonplussed. "Take a look at the weapon," Hera continued. "I'm the first to admit that the weapon doesn't make the warrior, but that doesn't mean that they don't help. This Entas must be skilled if he is to wield a scythe-chain; they're hard to use, and usually impractical. But, when used properly, they can be as deadly as my Dragon Blade."

"Still, Felldoh has a chance of winning, doesn't he?" Brome asked nervously. His small voice was almost drowned by the roar of the stadium inhabitants.

Hera smiled and shook his head. "I don't know. I think that Felldoh might have a good chance of winning, but I don't know enough about this 'Entas' character to say for sure. Felldoh certainly looks skilled; I doubt that many could wield spears like that."

"But we can't assume," Jake finished. Hera shook his head. "Well," Jake said cheerily, we'll have to be sure to give Felldoh a big cheer then, won't we?" He and Brome promptly turned back to the stadium and started roaring their lungs out. Brome was the loudest of them all; according to him, he was the loudest yeller in Noonvale before he left home.

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Felldoh rested his spear against his shoulder, being careful to avoid the sharper edges. He eyed his foe with interest; what kind of person would, or even could, wield a weapon like that. Guess I'll find out, Felldoh thought.

"Alright mate," Felldoh called, "Let's get started, shall we?" He stuck a few spears in the ground and set the spear he was holding into his launcher. "Here is COMES!" Having rested the weapon back on the launcher, he gripped the launcher and flung his arm forward. The projectile itself shot towards Entas' left shoulder, the air whistling as the spear drove fiercely towards the visored-foe.
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OOC: WOO. GAME ON!
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As Felldoh made hismelf ready, Entas took a few steps backwards, to make for a greater distance.
Normally, one would make the distance closer to a spear wielder, but Entas would like more 'air time' for the spears, so that he could test out his weapon.

He started spinning the weighted chain, in a counter clockwise motion above his head. If it was seen from above.
He took a wider stance, and refastened his grip on the scythe.
"activate battle mode"he thought for himself, as the battle program kicked in.
His stance changed slightly, the feet drew slightly closer, and the angle the chain was spun, changed as well. Instead of being spun straight over the head, it was given a slight angle to the right.
And the HUD was littered with info. Since the strength, and location of the weight, was relative to the location and way to attack, the visor helped out, by 'feeding' a simulated 'experience program' to Entas' brain.
This gave for faster reactions, and hopefully, a better usage of the weapon. As well as a 'feel' of ideas, and ways the weapon can be used.

As this Felldoh 'loaded' a spear onto the stick, Entas understood that it was a launcher of sorts. As Felldoh was about to send it flying, Entas began to instinctively close the distance between them.

"Here is COMES!" Felldoh shouted, and Entas reacted.
As the spear closed in, Entas swung the chain towards it. As the chain made contact, it fastened itself between the spikes and the main part.
As this was done, Entas continued to spin it, and made a slight spin himself, as he brought the 'spear on a chain' aimed at the center of Felldoh's torso, from Entas' right side.
 
Felldoh didn't have much time to react. No time in fact.

The spear struck hard, but it didn't cut too deep. Felldoh had jumped away from the flying blade, but not enough to surpass the barbs on the outside of his spear. They slashed into his skin, opening his side in a spray of blood. He gasped as he landed, grabbing onto one of his spears for support. All the while, his mind worked furiously, though his body buckled slightly under the pain.

Grabbing his left side, where the spear had struck, he watched his foe. It was obvious that the man was skilled, but Felldoh was not to give up. Range seemed to be the name of the game for this weapon; the opponent did not close in, but rather drew back. Time to get closer to the action, Felldoh thought. He grabbed the spear supporting him with his right hand, grabbing a second with his left. With his weapons in hand, he rushed at his opponent.

Since his left side was damaged, Felldoh decided to make a throw with his right-paw spear, quickly shifting his left-paw spear to his right paw so
he could fight better in melee.

And so it was executed. With a roar, Felldoh tossed his right-paw spear like a javelin. It flew through the air like dark lightning as Felldoh grabbed his other spear with his right paw, eyes blazing as he rushed into a melee.
 
Entas was somewhat glad that his attack was successful, regardless of the lack of severe wounds.
Just after the spear made contact, Entas thought to do it again, but the spear loosened, and due to the nature if the centrifugal force it was sent flying rather far. Entas looked at it, and noted its location for future tactics.

As he looked back, Felldoh had readied himself and launched an attack.
The incoming spear was slightly hidden amongst the colors of the crowd. As the visor identified it, it was too late to completely avoid it.
Entas brought the scythe up, and aimed it against the spear. The scythe made contact with the spear, and managed to alter its course slightly.
The main point, missed, but there where plenty of other points that felt attracted to Entas' underarm. There where not a serious damage, but as the spear landed, it had made 3 cuts on the top, of his lower arm, not too far way from his wrist.
He looked at the spear, it had a blade like area at the back.

Entas turned back towards the Squirrel, and noted that he had started a rush. Felldoh was gaining speed, and distance. Entas replied with the like.
As a drop of blood git absorbed in the sand, he started a sprint as well.
Hoping to all the higher powers, that the scythe was as effective as he had thought.

The chain had been spun a few times, and launched towards Felldoh's head, from an 'overhead' swing. Making the chain come down from above.
 
If Wylliam was excited before, it was nothing to how he felt now. So absorbed was he in the battle, he almost felt that it was he himself who got cut by the returned spear. Wylliam ran to Felldoh's traveling companion. "Er... Mister Mouse?" as he had forgotten Brome's name at the moment, "Felldoh mentioned that he was compotent at close range, but he's more comfortable attacking from a distance, right? How do his close combat skills compare to those of his distance fighting?" Though it made him feel a bit like a child, he couldn't keep the pleading note from his voice.
 
"Oh please," Felldoh muttered to himself, smirking slightly. "What a predictable move." The chain shot towards Felldoh's head from above, but it was simple to dodge.

So that he would lose minimal momentum, Felldoh launched himself into a roll, moving forward and slightly to the left. Felldoh paid no attention to the chain's landing, and pushed up from the roll, losing very little momentum while still being able to run towards his foe.

With a cry, he whirled around, slashing diagonally from upper-left to lower-right with his spear. But would it hit?

* * *

Brome turned to look at Wylliam. It was odd to hear somebody call him 'mister.' Shaking his head, he replied, "My name's Brome."

Though looking towards the battle, Brome continued speaking to Wylliam. "I've seen Felldoh train. Really, he's strongest close-up. Oh, he's a peerless ranged fighter, but I've never seen anybeast fight as well as he does up close with a spear." Brome shook his head. "No, Felldoh's a master of the spear, and I don't think there are many that can stand up to him."

Hera and Jake exchanged a smile behind Brome. Turning back to the battle, Jake thought, Just wait until our matches.
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As Damian proceeded to the tournament he saw a young man with a clipboard around his arms approach him. "Would you be Damian Delvo?" "Yes, I am". Damian replied, the young man looked slightly relieved to hear this. "Well then, follow me, the tournament has already begun". Damian followed the young man inside the tournament building until he was brought to a bulletin board which listed all of the fights. It seemed he was going to face a man called Preston. After abandoning the man with the clipboard he made his way to one of the seats overlooking the stadium, he saw nobody he knew so he remained quiet while the battle ensued. He took careful attention to both warrior's skills while keeping himself hidden... Until his fight of course. It then came to his attention that Raven was not with him, perhaps he had other business to attend to, maybe he would appear later. He quickly searched the contents of his backback to ensure all of his books were there, after confirming they were there he began to ready a strategy to get a quick win, as a mage he wouldn't hold out for long in a fight.
 
OOC: The weighted chain was sent towards your head, the scythe is still in his hand ^^

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The attack missed, and the weight followed by the chain slammed into the sand below. Whirling up a small dust cloud.
Entas quickly withdrew the chain as he tried to avoid the strike from Felldoh.
Entas stepped backwards, trying to get the distance from the bladed spear, as he needed.
Luck has it, that he managed to get the distance to make the blade cut the fastenings of the cloak and only rift Entas' body.
A small superficial wound showed itself from his right shoulder, towards his left hip.
Entas was lucky that it was not poisoned. If that was the case, he'd most likely have lost that minute.
As the cloak hit the ground, Entas had gotten the chain back to a spin. But instead of trying to attack with the chain again. He closed the distance, and used the sharp scythe to strike towards Felldoh's left shoulder, aiming in the direction of his right hip.
 
(:-)omg: I feel sho dumb :wacky: See, I KNEW it was the chain, so I'm slapping myself for calling it a scythe :omg: ))

Grabbing the leather grip in the middle of his spear, Felldoh shoved his weapon towards his right side, blocking the attack, but splintering the wood between two of the forespikes. Damn, Felldoh thought. Though his weapon was far from broken, Felldoh couldn't help but be upset that his spear had been damaged. He'd put days into crafting each and every one.

Then something caught his eye. Slightly to the left and behind his foe was the spear he had thrown. Felldoh rushed towards his opponent then feinted, rolling to the right and grabbing the spear that was stuck in the ground. He whirled with a roar and conducted a double-slash, the spear in his left hand falling downwards towards his foe's shoulder, while the other spear slashed horizontally towards the torso area.
 
Though his attack was parried, he git a piece of info, that he did not really think of before.
His weapons, are wood. Sharp and strong, yes. But still wood.
This meant that since Entas' own weapon was metal, he should have the ability to destroy Felldoh's spears, should the opportunity show itself.

In a single flow of movement, Felldoh had gained the location of another spear, that was behind Entas. Ans as he turned, Felldoh had begun a twin strike.

Entas jumped back a few feet, barely avoiding the spears. Even though they are wood, they where pretty sharp.
As the spears cleared his body, he dashed forwards and launched a kick towards Felldoh's body.
 
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Wylliam turned back to face the fight. "That certainly is master spearsmanship," he said in quiet reverence. Felldoh had far surpassed everyone with whom he had trained when he was still in his Dragoon Order; perhaps had surpassed even himself. This thought survived in Wylliam's mind for all of two seconds (a remarkable feat, considering). "He certainly has the makings of a warrior worthy of being called my rival," he said, closing his eyes and smiling a concieted smile that only a Narcissist of Wylliam's caliber could manage, "I hope that, after his battle, he is well enough to watch my fight with Ms. Zeria. He might learn a few things."

((OOC: I'm certainly glad Brome's a pacifist, or this might be the lead into Wylliam's second slap of the day. Just to let everyone know, I love making Wylliam look like an idiot. As long as it isn't in a battle, feel free to smack him around to your hearts content without worrying about God-modding. Obviously, don't do anything debilitating, but whackin' him about a bit is fine with me.

Also, when you get the chance, Hera, take a look at the changes I made to Testament.)
 
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Cairn was witnessing the current battle from his seat on the last row, the view was magnificent and allowed him to see every part of the arena. From there he was analyzing the battle between Felldoh and a mysterious warrior simply known as "Entas". Cairn was intrigued by Entas fighting style, his techniques were of those he had rarely ever seen before, and Cairn wondered if Entas could have possibly arrived from the uncharted regions far to the wast of the Seseu Mainland. His arms folded across his chest, Cairn watched as the battle was already being carried by these two gladiators. This scene reminded him of the epic battle between Achilles and Hector, great legends from the epic Greek poem, the Illiad. Of course, the battle he was witnessing now would surely have a less tragic end, but its conclusion would surely be a great one.

During an instant, his attention shifted to his thoughts concerning the upcoming battle between Hera Ledro and himself. Hera Ledro, as far as he knew, was an exceptional and fearsome warrior, and Cairn knew for sure that Hera Ledro probably had a deeper past, one that could explain the source of his mighty power. Regardless of how powerful Hera Ledro seemed to be, Cairn was certain of giving his all in this battle, after all he was also a skilled swordsman.

With his reasoning about his battle with Hera Ledro concluded, Cairn returned his sight to the arena, and continued to watch Felldoh and Entas caught in a bloody battle. The crowd was praising for their favorites, exploding in a burst of applauses and cheers with each attack blocked, with each spilled drop of blood, with even the simplest of movements to avoid a certain defeat.
 
Felldoh stumbled slightly. He hadn't been expecting such a rapid dodge. He whirled around and thrust his left spear up (he'd quickly shifted spear-hands), and Entas' foot connected directly on the same spot that it had cut before, splintering the wood a little.

It was not without payment, though. Felldoh's tail was the only thing that stopped him from falling. The squirrel had curled his tail and bunched it up. As the attack hit and pushed him back, his furry tail prevented him from falling right back on the ground. Instead, it absorbed some of the shock, and allowed Felldoh to roll to the right.

As he rolled, his wound spouted blood. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to make Felldoh draw a quick breath. Switching his spear hands again, he threw the damaged weapon at his foe, straight for the torso. He wasn't too far away, so he was hopeful that it would connect.

But as an extra precaution, Felldoh leaned back on his tail, curling it up. It was fortunate that squirrels had strong tails. Using it to give extra power to his attack, he pushed himself with his tail, firing his legs at the same time. He did a quick forward roll, thrusting his spear forward as he came out of the manoeuvre.

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"Learn a few things?" Brome had turned around, and glared at Wylliam hotly. "Look, you, Felldoh defeated a tyrant and an entire horde by himself. He's twice as good as you'll ever be."

"Calm down, man," Jake said, putting a hand on Brome's shoulder. "I haven't seen a spear fighter anywhere near as good as Felldoh before, so don't worry." Looking at Wylliam, he said, "Careful, Wyll. If you end up fighting Felldoh, I'd look out."

Hera nodded. "Yes, Felldoh is exceptional. Even in my life, I haven't seen a single spearman that fought as with as much skill or power as Felldoh. You'd best think before you speak, Wylliam. I get the feeling we haven't even seen a small bit of Felldoh's power yet."

"Huh?" Brome and Jake spluttered simultaneously.

"Oh yes." Hera nodded, keeping his eyes trained on the battle. "Felldoh has yet to go all-out, I can tell. But, Entas doesn't seem to be fighting his utmost either. I could be wrong, but this is going to be an interesting match." He wasn't lying; the match was unique, if only because of Entas' unorthodox weapon. Though Hera didn't feel that Felldoh was quite up to his standards, he was certainly impressed.
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Zeria, too, was deeply engrossed in the battle.

"They're both amazing fighters...I can only hope to battle as fierce"

She folded her arms across her chest with a sigh, beginning to focus on how she was going to battle. Wylliam was greatly full of himself, so she figured she could use that to her advantage.
~I'll just have to show him that I am better, and that he's not some godly warrior who is to be praised and worshipped. If anyone deserves praise, it's Sir Julius~

She smiled, having thought out her moves.

"Go get him, Felldoh!"
 
Wylliam looked with mild surprise at Brome. "Oh no, you've got me all wrong! I didn't mean to imply that I was far superior to Felldoh, only slightly better. When I said that he could learn some things from watching me, I was simultaneously learning from his fight." He smiled warmly to Brome and returned his attention to the fight. "As for if Felldoh and I fight, it will be far from an easy victory for me, but a victory nonetheless. I simply can't allow myself to be anything less than the greatest of warriors." Deep down, further than even his subconscious, he knew that Felldoh stood as much of a chance of winning as he did; more, perhaps. However, Wylliam didn't think that far down into his being. Ever.
 
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