Johny K VS Arkahn Th'Alashar -Tomb

[Apophis]

The seventh day of the Month of Junctior in the Season of Summer, of Era II of the Celestine Mandate (Current Pattern) Era XI Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening.

The next fight of the tournament was to be held in a fairly enclosed location. Deep in the bowels of Malice, were dozens upon dozens of tombs and cemetaries. One of the mausoleums, or cemetaries had a large enough chamber to function as a fighting arena. The occupants had been wealthy and lavish enough to fashion a sort of low-rimmed swimming or exercise pool, before they had been entombed there. Or perhaps it had been a place of recreation, before they had all been ghastly slaughtered in a bloody coup, in untold ages past. Brown stains decorated the grey stonework in various locations, dust covered everything. There had not been a sweep-team here.

There was a very small crowd. Just Magnus the red and six black clad warriors from the Harmony unit. No visitors. Each of the warriors carried a torch bracket, and once they had been arrayed properly around the combat pit, they were lit and the guards took their position. They were extensively armed for such a simple foray. Swords, daggers and maces decorated them
aplenty. Maybe they were expecting trouble, since these warriors were from opposing clans. Maybe they were expecting trouble from other sources. They cast enough wary glances around for that suspicion to raise itself from the deepest recesses of the warrior's minds.

All in all, the floor of the pit was clean enough -some fifteen meters across from side to side, and round enough. A meter or so deep, the basin had been designed more as a relaxing place than a swimming pool. But there was no relaxing now. The water here would be replaced by hard-fought blood and sweat.

"May the best warrior win." Magnus said.

"FIGHT!"

[Johnny K]

Johnny found it quite disturbing that his innitial opponent had not showed up for his fight. There had been no sight of Dongar, perhaps Johnny should hunt him down and have the fight anyway, but this time on his own watch. Then he had heard who his next opponent was. The name didnt ring a bell but at least it wasnt one of those blasted giants.

"Arkahn, When will I get to fight Arkahn Th'Alashar? Finaly. After all this time of preparation and training I have to get my sweet revenge on that furry son-of-a-gun!"

Johnny was sure he had entered the tournament, he looked out of shape though. His ears were studded and one of his eyes were missing but that wasnt enough to disguise the Tigrons identity to Johnny K, his most devoted enemy.

He tried to cool down and prepare for the fight. He put on his black suit and hid his face with a black sash. His unknown opponent would not know who he was fighting until he was staring into the eyes of death. on his waist he tied the yellow strap wich symbolised his alliance with the Skorponok ninja clan. The sight of it might drive fear into the heart of his enemy and once fear had taken over it would be an easy sweep up for our hero.

He had slept well and had a sollid meal the night before the fight and had spent almost the whole morning with warm-ups and practising the moves he had learnt from the Ninja Master and also the moves and techniques he had studied under Numair, his Arakmatan teacher. In this city his two styles carried out a bitter rivalry but in Johnnys mind they sank into ideal symbiosis. There were many things in the Shaasskah style that he could use to enhance his Rhingordian preformances, and Rhingorda profided an equal benefit for the Ninja style. He made sure he was prepared.

He was calm when they started the descent into the bowels of the death city. Although his new arena smelt of Death in every corner he could not be happier with the surroundings Magnus had chosen, it sure added to the hoped-for fear effect.

"They were wise to let us fight down here," he taunted "it would have been one hell of a job to carry your carcass down here."

He said when the two men where in the pit. His position was still relaxed but his sensed tuned fine. He intended on talking to his enemy for a while before the two sarted striking deadly blows...

[Arkahn Th'alashar]

OOC: Screw it and let's fight.

Arkahn walked slowly into the pit, circling his elbows around his sides to loosen up the muscles in his shoulders, jumping up and down a couple of times to keep the muscles warm for this fight. He recognised his opponent. The prisoner in Daltina. An unfortunate situation indeed. The Tigron looked around the pit, a place which apperantly was once something more noble than a place for pounding eachother's brains out. Blood stained the walls already, something which didn't surprise the Katta too much. Nothing in Malice really would surprise him. The more time he spent in the blasted city the more he became convinced it was filled to the rim with pure evil, vile deeds and corruption. The Tigron didn't particularly mind, there wasn't much he could change about it anyway.

The Katta was dressed in nothing more than loose fitting trousers and some rags wrapped around his fists. His muscles were crude and large, not trained by muscle specific exercises like an athlete, but shaped by practical uses, in the forges of Midpoint, training with the Alyssan Imperial Guard and numerous training sessions. A large scar had been stuck across his chest, running all the way across his torso, down to his hip. An icy glittering showed through the fur on his right shoulder where he had been marked by Cryos.

Arkahn's arms calmly raised into a defensive stance, his left foot in front, his hands open at shoulder height, palms down. His left hand slightly before his right. His knees were slightly bent as he stood on the balls of his feet, gently rocking back and forth to prevent the muscles in his legs from cramping up. In response to the man's taunts Arkahn said nothing. Actions spoke louder than words, and he wasn't about to make a fool out of himself with empty threads he might not be able to live up to. His opponent was a lot lighter than him, probably weighing about half as much as the Tigron, and not as tall either. That meant two things to Arkahn. His opponent probably had the advantage of speed in this fight. Arkahn had that of raw strength and the ability to take a few punches more. If he was just able to dash out as many blows as his opponent without going down himself, he'd stand a good chance.

[Apophis]

The guards around the arena were uneasy. They wanted to see these bitter rivals get it on as much as they wanted apple pie and beer -though not necessarily in that distinct combination- but something made them uncomfortable. The air in this place was stale, which might've been it. But maybe it was the fact that something seemed to scrape along the floor in the distance. Things seemed to be dragged places. Soft sacks maybe.

Though as much as the guards seemed uneasy, the master of the fight looked confident. But being a master sorceror, Magnus was easely capable of not only defending himself in a time of need, but his sphere would allow him to teleport himself to safety in a moments notice. He had very little to fear indeed.

Though the place was spooky, a fair number of the guards kept watching the warriors before them with peeked interest -the opposing ninja clans were always feuding in the streets at night, and actually being able to see them battle each other in the open, would prove to be an interesting event none of them dared miss. Coins were already readily changing hands as bets were being made on the outcome of the fight.

[Johnny K]

He circled his silent opponent for some time waiting for a responce, and when he got none he opened his mouth again:

"Whats the matter boy? Cat got your..."

But before he could finish his taunt his heart jumped as he recognised his adversary, Arkahn Th'alashar! How Johnny had waited for this, his dream had come true!

"You!" he grunted tearing of the sash that covered his face "I've waited a long time for this moment you know. Now that we are on fair grounds do you still reckon you have a change? TIGER MAN!"

His position had added a sense of vigour since he saw who his true enemy was and he hissed his words with burning hatred. His back was still straight but his fists were clenched and his knuckles drew white with tension. Johnny read the movements of the heavy brute that stood before him in the pit, he was not gonna get himself caught off guard by the man he had trained to fight for so long.

He looked Th'Alasher deep in the eyes waiting for his responce...

[Apophis]

OOC it's been two weeks. I want to end this fight so I can send the next two to match-up, but I know this is a fight both parties desperately want, so I'm going to bug Arkahn some more.