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 Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 7:24 pm
A little taste of better times as the other indeed went down with a bit of push and shove though he didn't get too long to savor it at all as his wrist was grabbed and he was made the victim of momentum. Though he still held tight to both his swords as he landed back first and hard in the dirt, only to roll and gain his feet quick enough. The Stamina of youth was on his side if anything. But a recoil as dirt obscured his vision but the flash of light off of a goldenblade helped him regain his bearings, the breif flash of light ignited the scant amount of gold in his own eyes. Hey, easier to see. Thusly he sidestepped in time to avoid that shoulder and both hands clapped together so both swords arced sidways and into the elf's golden armor just under his arm. Dragon fire raced up Ebony and thusly along his katana as well, adding in to the assault from the blades against armor. Dragon fire, had to love it.
He was enjoying this, she was not. Perhaps he believed that even though old grudges existed that the other elf had enough honor to not try and maim the boy too badly. Though she feared what every contest and their watchers feared...something come about out of an injury that didn't seem fatal but really was. Especially after the experience with Malik, she was very keen to that fact. "What's his name, Malik?"
He followed along and calculated what steal he did have in his head...he could get a small something or other. Just claim he had a big breakfast and what not. "Um, just a bowl of soup. I don't want to put anything too heavy in me after competitions. Tend to get sick." Giving her a smile and a blink too. Wow, girls ate a lot.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 7:43 pm
Their food came relatively quickly and she took one of the extra plates they'd brought and began loading it up with what she knew she would eat. There was a great deal left on the other plates even after she'd finished picking through them. "I understand. Fluxuating energy and adrenaline levels do that to you." Taking a sip of her milk, she gave him a grin. "Tell me, were you even a little worried about me or did you think you had it won from the beginning? And don't worry, I won't call you cocky or anything because truthfully, I thought you had me beat before I even walked onto the field but even so I wasn't going down without a fight."
"If this was a normal competition, I would agree with you. But there's something else at stake here and it's not just the title and trophy." She'd been watching the moves on both the part of the older and Malikhai. "They're fighting for something else entirely. Something that no one else knows about or understands....and that could easily lead to ends tournaments are suppose to keep from happening."
He had glanced back to his father a few times and then chewed on his lip before going back to the field. "Dad, do you know him? Anything about him? He's obviously a surface elf but why is he so intent on this battle? Malikhai's fighting differently as well. What's going on?"
She frowned as well, turning back to the battle at hand. Pride was not a reason to fight like that but survival was. This elf was fighting as though he was in Llothian standards and would be put to death if he lost. He was fighting with the deadly determination of a drow and that worried Zahara. "If he forces Malikhai into doing something that is regrettable, which is not called for in the first place, then he'll have a lot more than just Malikhai to contend with, I can assure you that. Perhaps you should have knocked some sense into his head before allowing him out onto the competition field. Is that not the role of a good wife on the surface?"
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 10:05 pm
"His name is Rainmare Wyndrider. And what's being fought for is honor."
keeping his eyes on the the field for now, watching every move they made, his eyes analyzing, questioning, concerned.
Dragon's fire. that made him wince and hold his side and stumble forward, before backslicing with his sword and holding it in one hand. this boy had many tricks that his father never had. his eyse flared with blue light and the light shined over him, restoring his body from dragon's fire injury.
"you're still out of your league."
And back on the attack. but not just a brute force attack, but a skilled, seasoned veteran. feint's, thrusts, slashing..using his fist and his feet and hsi shoulder as weapons as much as his sword..including using it's hilt as a bludgeoning tool.
"I tried. I even tried to explain to him that this one he's after, this devil from Kithcor, was married now, with children. that either his ways had toned down, or maybe even abandoned from the creature he'd known in the past. But my husband feels dishonored. He told this younger man to withdrawl from competition, but he didn't. and now there they are, facing one another."
She gave a frown, watching the conflict escalate.
"this young man is his own worst enemy here. I can see it in his eyes. whatever he's fighting for, it's driving him to greater heights. he'll keep trying, until he can no longer continue. and eventually, my husband's patience, his tolerance will run out. And then...this boy is going to suffer. suffer in a way that a child his age should never have to."
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 2:30 pm
She was only going to eat that much? Okay maybe girls were just picky about the variety of food they ate. It wouldn't surprise him at all but he was at least he was proud of himself at not staring longingly like a dog. Hunger was a mind over matter thing...usually...anyway, he had soup. Which he stirred a moment with his spoon. A grin at her, "Oh I was worried. I knew you'd be tough and a challenge. For a moment there I thought you had be when you clipped by arm. Truthfully...that last move of mine was my last. I think we both did a fine job, your family is probably really proud."
"Sounds like something I would name a horse..." Okay said mostly to make herself feel better even as her eyes more or less couldn't leave the arena. Idly she wishsed she was as calm as Malik...yet knew he was probably far from calm himself. It was clear that Malikhai was pushing more than he needed to in this endevour. A glance to Kaelin...even she could see how things were. How long did Malik intend to let this go on?
"No, I don't know him, or anything about him. But I do recognize the style of battle overall. They are no longer figting for the competition but for either the honor of themselves or the honor of their houses. Perhaps the elder is fighting for honor of the surface elves even, broad a topic as that may be. One of those tournament battles that will often become deadly either on field or in the aftermath from it it."
No! Even dragon fire! Now he was seeing a disadvantage....this elf had instantaneous healing capabilities...probably granted by the damn Goddess of his. Where was his honor to fight without such things? To fight with only what was learned? Not much time to ponder as his opponent was on him again like a wild dog on a lame deer. Yes he was beginning to see that he was no match...but he wasn't going to walk away from this fight while he still and strength to swing his sword. No he would not!
He was tasting fear in the back of his throat, or maybe that was just blood...both were a tad the same to him in taste...thick and coppery that made your senses flare up. An ace up his sleeve he did have....though it was far underdeveloped in power, and he had only been learning it for maybe a year. This power took time to develop as well, but it was again one of those powers his father insisted on him having, to be able to take down a potential threat with one touch. He doubted it would do it here...but it would take some edge perhaps. Shadow Paladin, that's what his mother often joked about, perhaps she wasn't so wrong.
Thusly rather than being the battering dummy of defense he took his own offensive measures, pushign back and using his smaller size to his advantage to avoid more than block. He was getting worn, and the pain was starting to catch him...no, not time to yield yet. First, illusionary flutters...the look of failing strenth and feel of waining magic, the smell of blood a tad thicker in the air than it was previously, the sound of blows hitting harder than they actually were. An illusionists job was to fool those in the world around even in the subtle ways that made things seem so real when they were not. Finding his moment, he dropped below a sword slice, pressing a hand to his opponent in a place he knew would transmit, hand flaring up red. Shadowknight to Paladin, he'd see how far that went.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 3:52 pm
"Well, I feel a little better then. A few looked at me and thought I'd be an easy battle but I proved otherwise. I'm pretty proud of myself, personally. My family would have been proud of me even if I had been downed in the first one." Hearing she'd almost bested him, a sense of accomplishment filled her and she grinned at him. "We both should be proud of ourselves. We did really well and I think we even impressed that really pretty lady elf." She caught that look Mykorian gave to her plate and the amount of food she was eating and then very easily put her plan into action. Finishing up what was left on her plate, she leaned back and sighed. "That's way too much food for me to even think about finishing but I hate to see it all go to waste...." Glancing up at him, "Want some? I don't think I can eat anymore and there's an extra plate here so take what you want."
"That's what I was afraid of. They aren't supposed to do anything that might lead to death though, right? I mean if he starts getting too violent or something, someone will cut in. THey have to.." Or did they? See, this is why he didn't join tournaments. Stupid idiots like this guy joined and tried to prove once and for all surface elves were best.
"He's a child who is bent on proving himself in teh only way available to him! It's foolish to ask one his age to withdraw because that only gives him more reason to fight harder and longer just to prove he can. That boy shouldn't suffer for an older and supposedly more mature elf can prove something to everyone. Personal issues shouldn't enter the battlefield and it is both of your responsibilities if he does get hurt far past his means." Oh she was pissed now. "If he goes to do something, you had better be prepared to stop him or that boys' father will. And he won't be merciful."
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:58 pm
Malik squeezed his wife's hand a bit, while he watched..glancing at the young woman with them, and at Onyx who was just as intently wtaching between keeping the youngest D'vinn carefully distracted during things that looked really bad.
That touch the older elf was familiar with. and it was no less painful. though not of the range he had experienced before. it still rent a scream from him, sending him reeling back and holding his chest, slamming hsi sword into the ground to keep himself hunched but standing.
He reached up, taking his helm and slipping it off, dropping it off to the side, letting his hair flow free. his eyes lifted and they were absolutely cold.
"Not your father, but you still use that unholy touch, do you? Let me show you the power of faith in something worth believing in."
He spat out blood, but wouldn't blemish his armor by wiping the blood from his chin with his hand.
"I serve mother Tunare, as a loyal paladin. my magics are the magics of priests. to heal and to protect..and to smite my enemies. and I will show you the power you are facing right now!"
He drew his sword and drove it into the ground before him, and his armor's silver scrollwork shined and shimmered, before keeping a faint blue glow to it.
Around him, the air cackled with static, and he came for Malikhai without question. but once he got within a few feet of the younger elf, every few moments the air crackled with electricity as electricty sparked from the gold armor to impact the other.
Malik stood up and glared.
"He consecrated his damned armor, that arrogant b*****d!"
The elven woman saw that as well, and glanced at the drow she was talking to.
"there are other ways to prove oneself. and he's not proving anything to anyone, but his father. I know whom that boy's father is. and I know that my husband an he have a decades if not centuries long history."
when that armor glowed and started arching electrical energy, she sighed and shook her head.
"His patience has run out. But I can't go out onto the field, that would disqualify my husband and marr his honor without some other reason."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 5:49 pm
"Yeah we did and she's a good mage, it's nice to impress people like that." Hm...well now he had a decision to make. "Well...wouldn't want it to go to waste. I suppose I could stuff some things down and you can just take home whatever is left over after that. No sense in leaving behind good food if you paid good steel for it." Thusly it was loading up his plate that she had hadned over, eating quite happily. Soon enough he was holding quite the happy sated look and patting his stomach. "Good food here I would say. Don'tcha think?" Giving her a smile before a sigh of sorts.
"Not intentionally anything that will lead to death. Measured blows and powers are something one has to keep in mind. The goal is to throw your opponent for such a look that give pause and yield. Not to go after them in purposeful bodily harm." Turning a look to his son. "Cutting in from others means disqualification, it's the risk one takes when entering the main tournament. I don't think they would step in unless it looked like he was about to die."
And now Malik was worried, which meant now was the time when things had gone bad. Very bad from the tone of her husbands voice. But at the display then put on. "He's only a child! There's no need for such power as that!" Bracing her hands on the railing before them and turing a worried glance to the stands. She was truly five seconds from grabbing her bow and making sure he didn't lay another hand on her son. She had only stayed her hand this long because she didn't want to disqualify her son...but so help that elf she would have at him herself.
He had jumped back the moment his hand had struct, bringing both blade in his hands up in front of him to guard in defense as he watched the other react to the simple assault. Dare he feel pride in it for he was on the short end of the suck, but he knew now was not the time to bask in his own spec of glory, satisfying as it may be. Though his boyish bravery faultered for a moment as silvery eyes watched and widened for a moment. That...was quite the frightening display of power. And it seemed just as deadly as he found he was being made a conducting rod, those jolts not only making it through his armor by his own armor helping it. But he still forced himself to stand, though had taken to backing away whenever approached, trying to maintain some kind of distance. "At least I don't need the help of a higher power to win againt a boy! I can stand alone!"
Though now he found he couldn't get close at all. The energy kept him physically at bay and the light produded no opportunity for shadow stepping in. Mentally he started to go through the powers his blade had, though none seemed too useful to him at the moment. He was being forced into a damn proverbial corner. Each time he was too close he got the end of energy, he couldn't find any distance for himself and he was probably just short of being chased around the arena. But what would happen if he did yield? Would it bring an end to this or would the one before him persist? Now a taste of fear born from what if stained his thoughts but he tried to push it down. One more go. Just one. He wasn't going to end being chased around like a scared animal. His mother had often said that wolves when backed into corners were liable to bite...he understood her now.
Thusly giving his own yell to perhaps bolster his own courage he dug his toes into the ground and pushed forward for a burst of speed. One hand hurtled the katana forward, giving the energy something to focus on and thus detour to other than himself as Malikhai rushed in after the blade that cut a path for him, Ebony held low as he did so. It was a slow motion moment for him. Turning his boots sideways to skid himself to a stop before his opponent before both arms tensed and threw all they could into his sword as he arced it up from the ground, blazing to life with it's own energies, blade tip grooving the dirt before slicing the air toward his opponent that could rend a path from his to chin in diagonal fashion. He was out of tricks after this...just one go, one more show of ingenuity, before he'd give yield.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 6:20 pm
There wouldn't be taking any home but he didn't need to know that just yet. She watched him eat, noting the large quanities and wondered the last time he'd had a truly decent meal. "Very good food. Why don't you take the rest with you, Mykorian? You never know when you might need a bite and I probably won't be eating for a little while I'm so full." Digging in her pocket, she pulled out some of her steel and used it to pay for the meal then beckoned him to follow her. "Come on, things are heating up in the arena and I want to see what's going on." And see her father's reaction to Mykorian.
Kaelin very nearly stood with her hands clenched when that b*****d invoked godly powers. That was disgusting and it was pretty clear that this guy wasn't playing around. "How could you let him enter a tournament where someone like that was participating? How could you allow him to go against someone like that? You checked the lists beforehand and you gave your consent. Why? Why put your son in this type of situation where he could be beaten bloody and come out with nothing in the end? What kind of parents are you?!"
"That's not cool at all! Well, if no one can stand in for him than I'm going to help in any way I can." He picked up one of the cups that was sitting on the bench beside him and hurled it to the field, hitting the other elf on the shoulder. No, it didn't do anything but it made him feel better and perhaps it would show Malikhai that there were more than he thought on his side.
Of course Kelligrin saw his brother doing it and immediately wanted to as well. "Boo!" Hollering what he heard others saying. "Stinky elf!" Thus throwing his cup as well though it didn't quite make it to the field. "Daddy. New drink."
"You don't have any children, do you? It's not the same to a child. They do not have the wisdom of years old elves are to posess which is why it is our responsibilities to teach them what they need to know. Malikhai has been taught to defend himself and he's been training since he was three years old. This tournament was an attempt for him to put to use all that he has learned and now he's gone against your husband who pulled out all the stops and upped the stakes. And now he invokes a god?!" That set Zahara on edge and she glared. "He deserves his honor marred for that! And if he does win it is not honorably or fairly." Evidenced by the irritation of those watching.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:14 pm
The woman elf looked at Zahara and raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly what do you think the Harm Touch is? it's evoking godly power in the form of deadly magic directed through touch. What my husband has done is a spell, a blessing on his armor born of his faith."
But a frown.
"No, we do not have children."
Malik spun around and his eyes locked on that girl.
"My son's choice was to compete, and even after he was told about this man, whom I did not know was competeing when I agreed to allow him to compete. I didn't look at the lists...and it is his choice to face this elf and not yield, and fight with what he has."
laying his hand on his wife's shoulder, and looking at the girl.
"And if anyone is going down there, it's me. So both of you sit down."
He saw the sword coming, and it clattered to the dirt, impacted with force down on it, and a shoulder in his chest before a boot on his chest held him down, sword at his neck. though the armor's enchantment faded.
"Yield. You're beaten."
Before looking around at the stands.
"Come on out, Shadowknight of Innoruuk! Butcher of Bloody Kithcor! Come out here and face me again, like you did so many years ago. I destroyed you then, and I'll destroy you now!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:54 pm
"Suppose so." He nodded and merely packed up the food that was left, hey if she didn't want it...and it certintaly couldn't go to waste...well then he was obligated to take it with him for the greater good, wasn't he? Yes indeed. Thusly a good meal packed up he left his own steel and the last of it on the table. After all, he'd be getting more from that elven woman for delivering the note. A nod to her, "Yeah we don't want to miss the end." Thusly running off with her back to the stands.
He grinned as his son took what measure he could, even if it was uneffective it was the principle that he wanted to stand up for his friend. Partially more amusing as his younger son tried to as well. "We'll get you a new drink later Kelligrin." Looking to his elder son while he was also busy comforting his youngest daugher, frowning at the challenge issued out loud and anyone who knew what a shadowknight was knew that he was referring to Malik. "He hold grudge with Malik...Malikhai is a ploy to him."
She blinked a moment, eyes turning to Kaelin as she was obviously upset. Yes, Piper herself had looked at the lists, but to her that was not a name that needed attention, seeing as it was not someone she knew. It hadn't even occured to her to take the list to Malik just in case...which could have prevented all of this. Great now she could feel guilty. Though Malik's hand on her shoulder paused her thoughts and any action she may be about to take. "Don't be a fool Malik. That's what he wants of you."
He hit the dirt hard and if his armor had not been constricting his body, it would of arched even more painfully from being thrown down so hard. His sword, though still grasped in his hand lay limp at his side and he merely cringed a moment with eyes shut as he tried to shove down pain before cracking his eyes open to look at the one who had a sword to his throat. He didn't want to say it but knew there was little to nothing left in him. "I yi-"
Stopping as the one who held him down issued a call that Malikhai himself had been trying to prevent even if it was in the only way he knew how. No! His mind raced a moment and then it was struck once more...the moment he yielded, his father became the target. Thusly there was only one thing to do. Gritting his teeth he gathered his strength and gripping his sword yanked it over nad let the pommel smack against the other's blade, pushing it away from his throat. "No!" Rolling quickly to avoid a blow that may come before forcing himself to his hands and knees before using his sword to get him back to his feet...though it was clear that he would not be getting back up if it wasn't for his sword to help him. "No...so long as I stand here in competition...I am your concern and your only concern. Not him." Spitting some blood into the dirt and shaky hands gripping at his sword.
Eyes had snapped back to the arena as Wyndrider issued a new challenge, and then Malikhai got himself back up. Why couldn't he just stay down?! Though he seemed to inform them anyway as he had gotten back up. He was....fighting for Malik...trying to keep a confrontation from happening between Malik and a long ago rival by playing distraction. "Malik, don't do this. Do not give him the satisfaction of his delusions of high elven granduer, but do something about your son. If anything, force a draw on outcome. You're tournament champion, use the tournament rules to do something and not injure your son's standing." Because Malikhai she knew wouldn't stand for being rescued...but Malik could make a loophole. Invokation of diety powers violating tournament standards, something, anything.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 8:20 pm
She was used to taking things right in front of people without them noticing. She'd done it to her siblings more times than she could count. Slipping his steel into her pocket, she resolved to hold onto it and dump it into his later. He needed that, she didn't. Taking his hand, she tugged him up to the stands where her family was and sat down. "What's going on? Who is that?"
"Obviously." Growling a bit in his throat before he turned to his sister. "That's the b*****d who wants the D'vinn family at his mercy and is showboating in a truly irritating way."
That challenge confirmed exactly what Zahara had suspected all along. "Malikhai is a child. His actions can be excused and if he felt the need to use everythig he had in his little power box then so be it. Your b*****d of a husband, however, should know better and should be punished for that. There's no honor in beating someone when they are clearly down and Malikhai is and now he's forcing him to fight so his father doesn't have to. Malikhai is willing to put his life on the line for his father because that's what family does. True family who experience sacrificial love which is the holiest love there has ever been. And your husband is taking advantage of that boy's love and his loyalties and beating him to death in front of everyone. This isn't a tournament, this is a show put on for spectators who are no longer enjoying it. And because this is your fault, you will help me heal him. Your husband will be seen to last, if at all since he is fully capable of taking care of himself. If you disagree then get out of my healing area." Then another frown and she clenched her fists. "If he lives."
"I never stood." Glaring at him still. "I've been told more times than I can count that young elves are rash and need the guidance of older. I thought parents were supposed to provide such a thing." Then a glance at the field and she frowned. That was in reference to Malikhai's father. Which meant this whole entire tournament was a ruse. "Why didn't you enter?"
"Daddy? Ploy...mine!" Rolling the unfamiliar word around on his tongue for a moment. "Have ploy?" It sounded like a toy to him.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 9:10 pm
"I'm the former tournament champion. I can call on that anytime I want and automatically be the last contestant anyone winning here faces. So I don't have to enter."
Before shaking his head and seeing his son get up, and looking at his wife.
"Neither of them have broken any rules, there's no loophole to expliot. and I provided more to my son than you think. As a matter of fact, I told him to yield if things got like this. he's not listening to what I told him to do."
The male elf looked at the younger one, that was apparently trying to get himself up to fight.
"You're in no condition to keep fighting. You fought valiantly, and well. Now stop. You've barely the strength to stand, and I've got reserves yet that you haven't touched upon."
glancing around at the stands. this last bit had put him out of favor with them apparently. a bit of an overreaction on his part perhaps. before glancing back at the young elf.
"You can't beat me, you haven't teh strength left to even stop me from just shoving you to the dirt."
he sheathed his sword at his side.
"I respect that you think this will help your father, and I see that you don't want to yield or give up. But your in no condition to continue this fight."
Malik narrowed his eyes, and walked himself down from the stands to the healing area. He knew who'd be there, and he walked right to the female elf.
"Stop him. Stop him or I will and I'll make sure he doesn't go home or to Growth."
She looked between them both.
"Why don't you stop your son? why should I stop my husband who has claimed a victory here, and strip him of it? afraid my husband will kill your boy? You should know better. he's already sheathed his sword."
She gestured over to them both.
"Even now he is insisting the boy yield. everyone knows your son can't continue like this."
Malik looked out on the field, and then back to teh elf woman, and backhanded her.
"Because I said so, that's why."
Her head snapped, and she looked at him, and stood straighter and taller.
"I will not be intimidated by a Tier'dal. no matter what your profession. And I will not cheat my husband out of a victory for your son's pride. we all know that you don't have to answer any challenge my husband issues, that is your right. You just don't want your son to lose."
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 9:51 pm
He merely let her lead him on to the stands and apparently up to her family...whom it seemed didn't seem like a happy lot at the moment and he fidgeted lightly before a look to the arena...was that why everyone was so tense? Seemed the crowds weren't entirely too pleased either. But for now, he merely stood to the side.
"I think your brother said it most accurately...he's trying to pull a fight from Malik by using his son." Shaking his head...trecherous surface elves and their ways of using anything they could to get what they want when they felt they were in an enviroment that would not suit them. Though the raise of an eyebrow to the little elf that followed Faate up to them...he looked oddly familiar, before his attention was turned down to his son who was blissfully oblivious to it all. "No, ploys are bad things. At least now it is."
"He's trying to protect you Malik. You're the one that can make and break the rules. It's your right to judge fair play. Any of that power could of killed him!" Turning another look to Kaelin. "Guidance only goes so far until one stops listening to it for fear of something else coming to fruition." Snapping eyes back to the arena."Malikhai please, stop this. Sheath your sword and walk away."
"No!"
"There is no way for you to pervent this. You have to trust your father will not take him on his call. Your father is not the man he was before and he's not stupid enough to take that call. He would never do that to us Malikhai! Yield."
"No!" His ragged attention turned back to his opponent as he addressed him, pointing out quite the obvious and the truths still left. Hard facts, his mother's insistance...and the fact that he couldn't lift his sword to an adequate striking distance was quickly sapping what resistance he had to the idea of a yield. It was a no win situation for him, even if he wanted to keep going his body simply couldn't. And he knew when the adrenaline was gone he wouldn't even be able to stand. Sucking back the bitter taste of what was inevitable defeat as well as the coppery taste of blood...he buried the tip of his sword in the dirt and dropped to a kneel as he legs didn't want to support him, both hands still holding to the hilt of his sword to keep himself supported up, dropping his head against the hilt as well to hide his face. He would not let that b*****d see the self disappointment there. "I yield." The words coming out through gritted teeth and with absolute venom in it. His eyes focused on the dirt dropping his voice to himself. "I'm sorry father..." Before he had been willing to walk away with a yield, his tournament born pride unaffected and ready to joust to reclaim his position...now he felt no honor in that yield.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 4:39 am
Rainmare watched the boy start to walk off after yielding, and turned to tdo teh same before noticing his wife glaring daggers at him, and standing next to the one he'd been here to destroy. he stopped a moment, and then shook his head and turned about, walking to Malikhai and taking him by the shoulder. not enough to throw him off balance, but enough to stop him.
"You've fought an impressive battle, aganist an opponent far beyond your present skill. You fought for honor, not the prize. and that is worthy of praise. In my impatience, I did somethign I should not have, and stained this contest and my honor. Allow me to remedy that. As you have proven, you are not your father."
A small smile to him.
"Just as the Shadowknight has his Harm Touch, a Paladin has his own unique godly gift. allow me to redeem my honor, Malikhai D'vinn."
Malik was watching, though he couldn't hear anything, and glanced at the woman.
"What's he saying."
"He understands now what your son was fighting for. And that he can't lay the blame for centuries old hatred at the feet of a son. He's offering to Lay Hands on the boy to redeem himself of the hurt to both thier honor. His for his burtality in a contest that had no need for it, and for the boy to be forced to yield a contest he was still fighting to protect his father, not for a prize alone."
Glancing at Malik.
"but don't think this will resolve his buisness with you, Lord D'vinn. The atrocities you committed, whatever they were, are still a scar on my husband's soul. Don't think that seeing your son as an honorable elf will keep him from a conflict with you."
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 3:45 pm
"And I didn't even get yelled at for language. Damn I'm doing good today." Of course his attention was on the field and he was watching his best friend fight inner demons and battle within himself. "You brought a friend." His fists clenched, "What's he doing? Malikhai yielded, didn't he? That's not fair, he can't still touch him!" He was ready to jump into the ring if he had to.
"Yes, I did. Mykorian, this is my father Sevilin Inthara and my older brother you met earlier, Zykariel, my little sister and brother, Lyssie and Kelli. Everybody, meet Mykorian. He was the one that dueled me earlier in the arena." Patting the bench next to her. "Sit down, Mykorian. Watch with us."
Kelligrin lifted his hand in his own little wave where the tips of his fingers touched hte bottom of his palm as his hand opened and closed. "Hi! Me Kelli." Giving a nod and then blinking. "Ploy..not mine?"
Kaelin said nothing to Piper and nothing as Malik left them to go do whatever it was he did. She watched the older surface elf attacking and messing with him still and shook her head. "It's depressing what compeitition has come to. Thanks for the invite, but I'd rather not watch." Thus standing, she left the area the D'vinn family was seated in and stood sentry just outside the healing area but not close enough that she could be yelled at.
Zahara realized it was all coming down to that one moment and she moved to the front of the circle of tents, prepared to go out and get that boy if she had to. "Get me clothes, hot water, and bandages. We very well may have to cut that boy out of his armor and we need to be prepared to do so." Picking up one of the mage's staffs, she walked out onto the field and brought it down hard against the older elf's head. "Back away. He yielded and you are done here." Turning to the teen, she gently asked, "Khai, can you walk off this field or do you need to be carried? There's no shame in it so don't think that way."
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