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((OOC; I like your style. *smirks* This should be good.))
IC;
"Shenorai Eterna," Shen answered simply to her competitor. With a slight nod at her name being called, Shen retreated for the moment to her position upon the arena. She didn't face Iggy directly. Instead, Shen stood somewhat sideways, relative to his position. From under her hood, Shen locked eyes with the man bearing the katana.
Good luck? Shen retorted in her mind. Heh...just hope his skill is good.
So, said Leondra to Shenorai's mind, how do you think this is going to go?
I'm hoping well, Shen thought back. It'd be a pity if the fight wasn't challenging.
The cheers and jeers of the local crowds could barely be heard over the beating of the drums and the pounding of Shen's heart in her ear. The suspense of the battle was already getting to her, even in this heat. Beads of sweat slowly formed upon her brow, for she did not bother to remove her scarlet coat. Not to mention, the sun was now almost directly over the colliseum, even at past three of the clock. This is what she had trained for so long ago.
The drums began to slow and she held her right arm out beside her, her hand in an open palm. To the amazement of much of the crowd and a few competitors, hundreds of lavender, glowing, hair-like strands erupted from her palm and grew. The individual strands seemed to twist and braid themselves into the shape of a longsword. It wasn't easy to observe from a spectator's point of view, but as soon as the strands broke from her palm, Shen grasped ahold of the handle. Once her fingers were wrapped around it, the sword seemed to harden as the strands merged together. Though hard to tell in full sunlight, the blade of the sword kept its glow. In a mere demonstration to show the sword was just as solid as any other, Shen used the blade to tap her boots and get any caked dirt out of them. With a small smirk on her face, Shenorai gripped the sword tightly in both hands and bent her knees slightly as she took up an attacking stance.
The beating drums didn't seem to falter as they slowed in tempo. Out of the corner of her eye, Shenorai could see her ghostly companion beside her, taking up the same stance as she. She bore red braids upon her head, a breastplate and shoulder guards over a chain shirt, and tight leggings hugging beneath her boots and shin guards. Yellowed wings were extended ever-so-slightly upon her back. This be Leondra, Shenorai's spirit guardian. Her image was barely seen upon the reflection of worn armor of the other competitors. Not that they noticed, for they were distracted by the two combatants.
By now, there were barely any beating drums left. One of the smart aleck drummers decided to prolong the suspense as much as he can and slowly beat his drum. The guy beside him was pretty much fed up with it (and to be honest, so was Shen). He used his own drumstick to give the smart aleck a good thunk upon the head.
The drumming had finally stopped. Now was the time for the battle to begin.
Her boots scraped across the ground and a bit of dust was kicked up as Shenorai began her charge, the ripped tail of her coat billowing as she moved. Shen's sword was kept at a low angle, yet it did not touch the ground as she ran. It was quite a level hold, really. As she quickly approached Iggy (whether he also charged or not would not really matter), Shen pulled her sword up in a diagonal swipe, aiming to give him a good cut across the chest, if not nick his stomach as she did so. |
Last edited by Shenorai : 05.30.06 at 17:52:25.
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