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Fearon walked through to the sandlot. There was a throng of people, all shouting as some guy got hit with an uppercut and was sent falling to the ground. Orbs a-plenty fell and the guy who pulled off the uppercut rushed to grab them, however one eluded his grasp and fell from the stage and rolled straight to Fearon. He bent over and picked up the blue orb. Suddenly, he saw some guy, some pretty husky guy, walk over to Fearon.
Thanks for getting that. he said taking the orb from Fearon as he handed it to him, then noticed Orin. Hey! A sword. You must be a fighter right? Why don't you compete? The matches haven't officailly opened yet. You still have time.
Fearon looked down to Fleta, then back to the man. "Eh, sure why not?" Fearon said shrugging, and followed the man as he went to registration.
"The people here would love to challenge you to a struggle, I'm sure! Here, take these struggle sticks!" The man handed Fleta a couple of struggle sticks meant for children - they were the only ones small enough that they were small enough to held like her daggers.
"Eh? But I don--" Then she saw it. The participants were the shopkeepers from this morning. She HAD been seen. And they were QUITE happy to see her here at the tourney. "Oh, noooo..." This was bad, this was very bad. For all she knew, they could care less about taking the orbs, they just wanted to club her over the head a whole lot. This was NOT good. This was not good at all. She turned to Fearon, panicked and almost desperate now. "Traitor! You said you weren't hired!"
Post by fearonaris on Apr 30, 2009 17:14:06 GMT -4
Fearon raised an eyebrow, confused. "Wasn't hired? What are you talking about?" he asked confused. He looked up, and saw some guy's that stared at her... a bit menacingly. He nodded. "Okay... I see." he said and walked over to the guy's. He stood around them for a few seconds, they nodded, shrugged, and left. Fearon returned hooking his munny pouch back onto his belt. He looked down to Fleta. "There no worries." he assured her.
"..." She glared at him on his way back... Accepting the payment for a job well done, huh? It was too late, too, that guy had gone and signed her up already... She'd be in for a fight now... though, if she won... heh! She could brag to Atreyus! That's what you get for training all day, but never going in and doing! The trophy wasn't anything great, nothing like when they did their annual championship, but either way, it'd be reason to brag... Besides, they were shopkeepers, right? They were busy sitting around on their butts handing out stuff all day, so this shouldn't be too hard, right? ...Looking back at Fearon, it'd probably be easy until she had to fight HIM... He HAD signed up, after all.. Well, she was in this either way... Now to wait for her bout...
Fearon looked around. Well, fine, she wanted to give him the silent treatment and live in her delusion then fine, let her. He shrugged. And unhooked his munny pouch from his belt and tossed it to her, empty.
"Fearon Aris and Eric Tynave!
He turned as he heard the announcement and walked up onto the elevated stage. Eric was a pretty skinny boy, and just about the same height as Fearon, just about an inch shorter. His hair curled at the ends, and was of meduim length, stopping just above his eyes. They walked toward each other and met in the center of the square. The moderator stood between them handed each a struggle baton. It was lighter than Orin, but just about the same length, so it wasn't much different.
I want a clean struggle boys.
Fearon nodded as did Eric. Struggle! the mod yelled, creating a cheering and jeering crowd. Struggle! Struggle! Struggle!... they yelled.
Eric jumped back, Fearon stood and got into his stance, the baton at his waist pointed to Eric's eyes, his foot ninety degrees from his body, and his other pointing to Eric. Eric ran foward and gave a verticle slash, Fearon moved to the right and hit Eric in the gut with hs baton sending two orbs falling off the kid. Fearon spun to Eric's back, Eric still attempting to recooperate himself, Fearon grabbed his hand and wrenched his arm behind his back and kicked him in the back of the knees. Eric fell to his knee, and Fearon released him jumping back in between the two orbs, he grabbed both and stuck them in his pockets. Eric stood, growling, and rushed at Fearon again, this time with a horizontal slash, Fearon ducked under the attack, and grabbed the boys wrist, and put the boy to his back, and lifted. Eric was picked up from the ground, and thrown over Fearon's shoulder. Eric lost his wind as he landed on the hard ground, sending about five orbs flying about. Fearon jumped back again and quickly grabbed the orbs. Eric stood, and growled at Fearon.
Fleta watched Fearon. It WAS Fearon, he said, right? Yeah, something like that. He looked like the only person there who actually was a trained fighter. All the others seemed to be more casual, so they'd not be too bad a problem, they were probably easy pickings... especially if she could snag an opening in their orb container thingy. But the Fearon guy looked like he'd be somewhat of a challenge. He had the reach advantage, height advantage, and she was pretty sure he swung pretty hard, too... She'd need to use some mad skills to be able to stand a chance... She continued watching him, observing his fighting style and looking for weaknesses and openings in it...
Fearon ducked under yet a badly placed swing, and switched his batan to a backhanded style, and rose, uppercutting Eric in the chin. He kid fell back, unconcious, just as time ran out.
"Fearon Aris is the winner!" the announcer yelled, Fearon kneeled down and shook Eric. "Come on. Wakey wakey." he said. Eric stirred.
Did... did I win? the kid asked. Fearon smiled, apologetically. "I'm afraid not, but very good battle all the same." he said. Fearon helped the kid up and they each walked their seperate ways. Fearon walked to Fleta and and upon closing in, looked down to her, and sighed. A girl her age shouldn't have to worry about when her next meal is gonna be. he thought.
It was another couple fights before she'd have to go in... She didn't pay much heed to who won, though, after all, the winner of this bracket was obvious.
"Biggs vs Loleen Mavus"
She continued to wait. Just one more match before hers came up...
"Malorna vs Alvus"
Great, she was next. She didn't bother stretching much, unlike the other guy. After all, there wasn't much stretching needed when her whole morning could count as a warmup.
"Wedge vs Fleta"
That was her cue. She went up to the platform across from Wedge... whom seemed a bit eager to fight.
"Okay, you know the rules. Keep this a good clean fight. No magic, but skills and techniques are fine. No striking anyone when they go down, either." Wedge grunted at that last bit, but as for Fleta... she was all to happy that 'skills' were allowed. After all, skill was her specialty! "Ready... STRUGGLE".
Wedge immediately lunged at her, but the way he telegraphed his move was so obvious you'd have to be stupid not to dodge, so she dodged... and of course, followed up with a bit of a counter-attack, striking four hits in quick succession, followed by a fifth using both blades. She didn't stop there, as he staggered a bit from getting hit, she spotted what she was looking for, and went for it. Pilfer. "MINE!" She lunged forward and struck hard as she grabbed at what she wanted - his orb sac. A large amount of orbs flew out, and she quickly started to gather them. Of course, he wouldn't just let her do that, so he frantically began trying to gather back his 'stolen' orbs...
Quick, impressive. Maybe my worry was misplaced? he thought to himself while watching the fight. Well, she got the guy's orb sack, there was no way that he was going to win now, Fleta was just to quick. He looked away, certain that the outcome was already obvious, he checked when he was going to go up next. In the next five bouts, it'd be his turn. He looked back to the bout, to see how it was going for the 'Wedge' kid... well needless to say, not good. He smiled as he watched. Speed, there's a way to counter it, but it's risky he thought, watching Fleta grab up the orbs.
((((Can't really do anything short of powerplay right now...))))
((I wouldn't say powerplay. These are NPCs in a non-major tournament. Read: Weak, like level 0 weak. By the way...
From KH Wiki: Biggs and Wedge make appearances as shopkeepers. One is in Twilight Town and the other is at Hollow Bastion/Radiant Garden. Their AVALANCHE partner Jessie is also in the game, as an accessory shop worker in Twilight Town.
So these aren't kids, they're actually the shopkeepers that Fleta stole from. Not sure which was the Radiant Garden one, so whoever it we can say is visiting Twilight Town. The moar you know...))
Fleta now found herself on the receiving end of attacks. Rather than making the mistake of telegraphing his moves again, he instead was coming in using quick combos. Seeing an opening, she took it, parrying his single struggle stick with one of hers and striking him back. He didn't stagger, though, and only a single orb fell - typical of her strikes. They were fast, but not too strong. She jumped back, but almost too far -- she was at the edge of the platform. Not good... or was it? Perhaps she could use this... He charged at her readying another swing. He still wasn't telegraphing like his first one, but his momentum was enough. At the last second, Fleta dodged, though he caught himself just in time. Before he could regain his balance, though, Fleta struck him from behind, causing him to fall out of bounds, thus becoming disqualified.
"Fleta is the winner" There was a mix of cheers and boos from the crowd. Either they weren't happy with the bout ending in a disqualification, or they were just mad that she won... Fleta hopped down. "That was easy enough..."
