Fareron vs. a Level One!

[MaxBlade]

(Open)

You had recieved a letter not hours earlier asking you to report to the towns colesium. That was all the letter said there was no signature, no name...nothing. The courier had told you that the sender requested your presence immediatly so with nothing better to do that day you decided to accept the invitation.

It was noon when you finally arrived and there was a huge crowd inside and already seated. They were roaring and screaming, applauding and cheering. It was high noon, but it wasnt hot. It was actually quite cool outside this day. Perfect for a spar. A guard spots you as you approach the entrance of the coloseum and ushers you to the prep pit. A few minutes later the same guard signals for you to walk foreward and then the giant wooden doors before you parted and let in an ocean of light and sound. The gathering of fans had been loud before, but now it was almost deafening. Then you hear the augmented voice of the stadium announcer.

"TODAY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE HAVE A SPECIAL TREAT FOR YOU! TWO WARRIORS HAVE COME TO DO BATTLE TODAY, AND THERE ARE CHALLENGERS!

The people continued their deafening roar of cheer and applause as you make your way to the center of the stadium and begin to rumble their feet against the stone. They knew what was coming next.

"NOW I PRESENT TO YOU, OUR FIRST CONTESTANT FARERON SILVERSTONE AMD OUR SECOND KIOMATOSA'LY.!!!!!"

If the roars before had been deafening then now it was just plain deadly. Opposite your current position the gates slam open with enough force to knock them off their hinges. A gust of wind blew through wrapping around you turning into figures and almost taunting you. Then you notice a figure making his way to the arena, slowly walking towards you. He's wearing a long white robe with a matching white hat with a feather sticking from the top like Robin Hood. He sports brown hair leveled off just above the eyes. He didn't seem to have any scars or weapons, but he did have a wierd smile as if he knew something you didn't.

He turns his back to you and raises his arms up to the hysterical crowd. He made a low sweeping bow and then pivoted on his heels to turn back towards you. With a smile on his face he walks up and extends his right hand. Fareron then begins to speak to you the crowd taking his offering of his right arm as their que to be silent so that they could hear the conversation.

"Names Fareron. Tell me what the people can call you should they find a reason to chant your name."

He didn't know how good this match would be but he knew he would have fun this Areomancers always found away to have fun.

[Komosatuo]

"They will call me no such name, but you sir," the ninja said in a slow, evenly played drawl that dripped with sarcasm until it seemed he would drool. "You, may simply refer to me as Kiomatosa'Ly." The ninja openly sneered at the fool man, but the man would never see it; his scarf, wrapped around his head almost like a mask, hid such expressions. Which, at some points in the ninja's life had been bad things, while others it had been most helpful, but it still hid the most important feature of all that was his face; his nearly featureless face.

No need to resurface those memories now. The sneer remained and he gave the fool a mocking bow, backing a few steps away, refusing to take the mans hand. "As it is customary in my land to refer to the teacher as Ly, so shall you. And seeing as you will be the student here, and I the teacher, I will refer to you as Fareron'Ky. As it is also customary to refer to a lesser student as Ky." The ninja's sneer became a smile; quick and almost none existent and once again became a sneer so fast that one would almost say there hadn't been a smile there at all. "And now, Fareron'Ky, it is time for your first lesson."

The ninja inhaled deeply; three even breaths, each time puffing his chest a little farther out. Each time bringing his upraised palms farther up on his torso. This completed, he squared his palms in front of his body and shifted his legs so that his left was slightly behind his right, toes pointed out. His sneer curled into a silent snarl and his eyes glinted dangerously.

Then, without prior warning or provocation, the ninja lashed out at the man. Using his right hand, palm out, he moved to slap the mans hand from his path as he advanced in two quick steps. His left then came around in a back handed slap, palm facing away from the mans body, so that it would possibly hit where the mans kidney's were on his left oblique. The blue robes the man wore couldn't possibly offer him much protection, and a hit to the kidney's, this early on, could be devastating for an untrained individual such as this fool. His first basic and preliminary attack finished the ninja spun sharply on his right foot and dodged easily around the man as he placed himself in a defensive position and ready to either deal another blow or land a counter-stroke to whatever this man could throw at him.

This reminds me of an encounter I had at home, back at the compound. The snarl ebbed a little toward becoming a smile and the crowd began to cheer once again as wildly as it first had when he and Fareron'Ky had first entered this arena. Komosatuo could see now that this was probably going to match up to be a pretty straight forward fight; him being the knowledgeable teacher, the fool being the naive and overconfident student. His idiotic introduction had proved this point but at the back of his mind, even as his feet settled him firmly back onto the ground, the ninja couldn't help but wonder if things weren't exactly as he thought they were.

The thought would remain with him, for the remainder of the fight.

[MaxBlade]

(Uh my robes are white.)

The first attack took him by surprise, a kidney slap? This man obviously didn't know him, this is what happened in his first fight. The man thought he could get a punch in and make him gasp, but attacks like that had no effect. Being a Air Duke he had no need to breath he was made of air, though it didn't show on the outside, his insides were made of air. Internal attacks never worked on him. So the hit basically just bounced off of him. He turned around to stare at the insulting man. He may have been better then him but he definetly didn't have to have that attitude.

"I have no intentions of calling you Ly or you calling me Ky, we will call each other our proper name." He stared at the man in his wierd outfit, he had never seen the like of it before. He smiled at him, thinking to make friends. He didn't really lik to fight and once again held out his hand, thinking to shake hands, but the man obviously had no intentions, looking hostile. Fareron frowned, and uttered something under his breath. He then turned his palm up wards at the mans face and shot a blast of air at him.

He didn't want to be mean but he also didn't want to get hurt he would see how this...human, would take it.