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Malik was like a metalclad statue, still as stone, waiting for the king to give the go ahead on the event. His plan was similar to Moonstones, using his touch based spells to do soem extra damage. particularly to a human guard.

Onyx grinned lightly, looking at the lizard.

"Well what do you know. they can climb walls. see that Moon? neat trick for a horse, huh. then hsi eyes scanned the crowds, and foudn Bode and Piper, and waved lightly at them both.

Her eyes were about as large as they could go. "Oh yes! Brother Gaurdian Onyx is the Bestest! There have never been kitties in the tournament before!" SHe was kinda licking this other Piper. Whever the other one was she hoped she never came back! Then the stranger came, she didn't really like him. Not yet anyway. But her attention was back on Onyx in a heartbeat. "Look, look, look! He saw us!" She jumped up and down, waving her arms.

Moonstone agreed. "Now pay attention. It's going to start soon."

There was a fanfare of trumpets when the king raised himself off of his seat. "Contestants!" he shouted, his voice carrying out across the areana, and then stands grew quite (All save for a little voice yelling, "Onyx, over here! Wave again, I don't think Piper saw it!")

"Today we start the annual tournament! We honor the ways of our anncestors, the makers of Deep Water!" A large cheer. "In mock battle, we choose one of us to stand tall, rise like a general at the head of an army! You all wish to be accorded such han honor, yes?" The contestants cheer, all save Malik, Onyx, and Moonstone. They just wanted to get on with the thing.

"But enough! Get yourselves ready! When you see the signal, you may begin the battle!"

Warren appeared then on the balcony, reached his hand into his bag of sugar, and threw it up into the sky. Blasts of coloured lights sprang into the air, purples reds and blues, to shower sparks on the areana. Collectivly, the crowd shouted "Fight!"

So....that was the king of Deep Water huh? Honor the ancestors the makers of Deep Water....wasn't that the same Elves that served as slaves here? Someone had his history wrong...or had rewritten it himself. Piper immediately didn't like this guy...which was saying something because if you weren't an elf, Piper usually immediately liked you. Which was also a reason she had suddenly gotten very self aware what with Terran being so close. He was an elf after all and she was still rather skittish around her own kind when in close contact with them and alone. Though she raised her eyebrow at the little display of what looked like harmless fireworks...yeah right...seh was Elvish, she could feel magic right down to her bones.

Terran looked at the little brawl commencing, actually being rather snobbish in his mannerisms. He brushed a few strands of fair hair back and straightened his own bandana. "Barbarians...aren't they? Taking joy in maiming one another..." He watched her then, noticing how she had become quite tense and fidgety as she alternated from watching her little companion, watching the fight and fletching. "So tell me, Miss Silverfeather...how did you end up in a world where elves are no better than dogs, and live so freely?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Gale. But my answer is simple, wanderlust." Thusly her attention turned to Bode, making the little girl didn't pitch herself out of her seat from all of her excitement.

A chuckle from him. "Iire llie dalea ran i' ardhon nor. When your feet wander the land with passion." He lounged lightly back, being very nonchalant in his actions. "Llie usquener en' numen sul...llie cael tur heriryar? You smell of the west winds...you have mastered a Zephyr horse?" Though he noticed he got more attention from her when he spoke in their tongue, thus the doubling of his sentences.

"No, I hold no mastery over the winds that are the Zephyrs. The wind should never be caged, even by proclaimed ownership of one. I do ride, but not own."

Crack. that got a cheering from teh crowd. Malik's wooden sword met with a particular guard's hard enough for both of them to get cracks in the wood. Malik and him pressed against eachother, pushing back and forth for the advandtage..when Malik jerked into a backward spin, ducking nad ctching another competitor in he gut, and while the guard stumbled forward, the spin complete nad cacked him on teh back of the head..which sent him stumbling into, pity for that guy, Onyx. the arena was starting to get heavily littered with unconcious competitors, other leaving of thier own accord once they felt they took too much of a beating.

Onyx had been gunning of course for Malik, and though he had an opportunity, when Malik moved like he had eyes in the back of his head, got one good in teh stomach, and a crack on the head sent someone his way. that uppity guard. Onyx held his sword like a baseball bat, and Wham, guard went down out like a light. Then he had free shot at Malik, and thier wooden blades collided with force to break Malik's cracked on in half

Yes, Piper Silverfeather. The little runaway mixed blood. If she had been a smart elf she would of changed her name. Perhaps she didn't feel the need since her dominate language right now seemed to be common. Though he did notice that she looked slightly worried as she watched the little brawl below. The drow maybe? Though he couldn't draw a clue as to why. "We should race one day."

Piper offered him only a nod and a scrap of attention. "Sure. One day." But her attention was more focused on the ring. Hell she wasn't even sitting anymore. Malik and Onyx trying to get a piece of each other and of course this little meeting of the two was only a precursor to what was come in actual combat. Which was highly worrisome to her. A diversion of attention to check on Moon, and then another amount of attention to Bode. Then back to the ring.

Moonstone was busy fighting an enchanted gaurd. He had to concentrate both on his moving sword and his chants to bring Cheif out. He dogged a sword that came at him with inhuman speed, and received a nasty bruise on his hip from a second enchanted gaurds sword. The two had ganged up on him, agreeing to get rid of the Vah before they went against eachother.

After a time, Moonstone was finally able to call the spirit. He knew what had to be done, and only nodded at his summoner before he set to work. The gaurds of course, could not see the spirit, and gave each other fritghful looks as their speed slowed, their accuracy hindered.

Moon jumped, spun, and delivered a powerful roundhouse to the head of one, toppling him. He in turn tripped up the other gaurd as he fell. Having no mercy for a man who did not play fair, Moon lifted the second gaurd off the ground, shook him until he dropped his weapon, and heaved. He fell to the ground and did not get up again.

"Oh no!" Shouted Bode. She had a feeling that Piper wasn't rooting for her brother, which kind of made her a little upset. But she figured that it was only fair that Malik have someone to root for him, right?

"Go Gaurdian! Get up! Come on!"

Onyx met both downward blades with his own, backing and just concentrating on defense while Malik was a flurry of offense. though both occasioanlly had to deal with a few left stragglers that tried thier luck. Onyx was enjoying this though, he was keeping Malik at a standstill.

"That all you got, you dark elven weakling!"


Malik chuckled under his helm.

"I'm just playing with you, black cat. you want to see me really fight? fine."

Malik got very serious, and it didn't take long after that. twin sword were effective, and Onyx first got his arm hurt by a swing while he was forced to block the other from hitting his head, then a knee to the gut, axehandle on the back, and one wooden sword placed under his chin. and it all took about thirty seconds.

"You lose, Vah. woudl you like to leave on your own, Or shoudl I knock you out cold?"


Onyx growled, but understood he had been bested. he'd bragged and paid for it. He got up, and nodded to Malik.

"Fine. I'll see you again in the actual combat."

Onyx looked over at Bode, and when Malik turned his attention away. shrugged lightly at her. he was strong and did a damn fine job..actually taking a look around..there wasn't but a bare handful left out of all the competitors he was in teh top seven. not bad for a first time.

Malik tossed down one of the swords, and held the other up at the ready.

"Your brother had some fight in him. lets see how well you handle yourself."

Malik was still agile, and quite quick. not so worn out as some might have guessed. the first swing was down at the leg, then the other shoulder went forward in a slam to free up some room if the first hit didn't make it..either way, the next swing was coming down, and right on the shoulder, and wing, for that matter, that was the side the held the wooden sword. Being first wasn't important. it was just winning the event. Malik had personally taken out at least twelve of the competitors on his own, and why not go for thirteen.