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Description: As the crowd cheers from the stands in a closed stadium where lights shine from above to light up the interior in a flash show, within a fighting area of only thirty feet in diameter stands a six-sided fighting ring, having a diameter of only twenty feet where the semi finals will take place. The ropes are indestructible, but bendable enough to rebound a person back in the other direction when pushed against. The ring stands three feet off the ground, with the ropes adding another three feet. The apron, the floor of the ring (also indestructible), is bouncy to absorb shock and decrease injury to those who are slammed against it, but it doesn't get rid of all the force due to its stability.

Ten Count Boundary: When knocked outside the ring, that is when the ten count starts. The ten count is reset if the other fighter gets outside the ring, too. The ten count stops if the other fighter is in the ring using indirect means to keep the other fighter down, such as by vines or something of that nature. If the fighter is outside the ring, at least five feet from it using methods like this, then the ten count keeps going.

Reyin was quick to make it down to the ring, slapping hands with fans while sprinting down the ramp to the sound and flare of pyrotechnics.

He hopped up to the ring apron, latched onto the top rope, leaned back, then catapulted himself over the ring as the rope bounded back. He landed near the center of the ring, hopping up and down on his toes and waving to the fans before he even got a glance at his opponent.

The first look was that of surprise as Reyin had to crane his neck upwards, and he stepped back out of shock. This guy was tall.

"So..."

Reyin seemed to relax, though that was hard to believe, considering how much he was dwarfed by this guy.

"You must be the boss fight."

"So, what, you like bowling or something?"

Reyin was leaning back against the ropes now, just sort of testing out their elasticity and how much of his weight the ropes could hold. It was also nice to get some distance from the huge guy, so he didn't have to crane his neck so much in order to maintain eye contact.

Reyin sighed, unhooked his arms from the ropes, and stepped back towards Murdoch.

"Fine."

He was walking towards the dragon, albeit slowly, with his right hand moving to snag ahold of the sword at his back. Hell, if there was one equalizer the blonde kid had, it was that sword.

"But just this once."

And so it would befall Reyin to make the first move. And, being the kind guy he was, he wasn't going to shake hands and just stab a guy. And...despite the guy's obvious size, Reyin didn't seem too intimidated. He got within four feet, took a quick step with his left foot, shifted his weight forward, and then brought his right leg flying across his body, at about his chest level.

Unfortunately, Reyin's chest level was right about Murdoch's thigh level, but hey, can't blame a kid for trying. He needed to test out those scales, see how resilient they were.

What better way to do that than to...uhh...kick them?

The kick was fairly strong for as little a guy Reyin was, but it wasn't designed to break even normal bones. Maybe bruise a guy up a bit, but that was it.

"Eh-heh.."

Reyin hopped a little on his left foot as his leg was caught, putting him in the most compromising of compromising positions. It was a good thing Reyin had fairly good balance, and that he was hella athletic.

As Murdoch kicked for Reyin's thigh, more specifically the femur, Reyin jumped off the ground with his left leg. Timing was key, and as he jumped in the air his eyes shot downward for a split second.

His left foot, ore specifically the ball of the foot, touched against the shin of Murdach's kicking leg as it was brought up to deliver the snap kick against Reyin's oh-so-fragile groin.

Now, there wasn't much Reyin could do to get the hell outta the way of the kick, and surely there was no way he could overpower the thing, but Reyin was kicking, or pushing off really, from the side as the kick was being delivered. With any luck, this would push the kick off to the side and Reyin wouldn't be on crutches for the rest of his life.

And of course, shortly following the push off, Reyin would do two things. The first was, now that he was practically eye to eye with the monster, to stab his sword point-first into the meaty space between the big guy's left collarbone, effectively giving Reyin a 'handle' to hold onto while, at the same time, making a bid for his right leg's freedom.

Some guy up in the stands cheered.

It wasn't apparent as to who he cheered for though.

He was just a grown-a** man, making a ruckus.

Indeed Murdoch had incredible burst speeds that had baffled practically every opponent he has faced, it was one of his only natural edges against other lifeforms of his own size and stature.

The purple garment, bluish scaled dragoon would shift to realign himself in the direction his opponent had gone. 10 count had begun for his opponent, Murdoch would give him the pleasure to regain himself and re-enter the ring. Considering the first time Murdoch was in a ring like this during the normal bracket, he had destroyed it.

The human was flattering Murdoch!

Eyebrows raised at the compliments, then drooped as his target came running at him with his blade, now what was he to do? Muscles pulsated in response, he back pace, long limbs keeping a safe distance from a mere estimation of the blade + arms length if it were outstretched already, the Dragonkin had something in mind.