Warriors of the Deep

[Die Sieben]

The REAL one! Accidently posted on the wrong character >_>.
Closed to Osato and his mice. :p
The indents refer to Kylexan 'speaking' inside of his head.

Kylexan was intrigued by the Citadel's ability to change the battlefield so fast. His last battle had worn him but the monks' ability to heal his wounds was simply amazing. Kylexan felt better than he had in nearly a century, refreshed and strong again. The necromancer almost itched for another fight now, he wanted to see so badly what the battlefield would look like next. Although he hadn't realized it, there was an immense crowd watching the previous fight. These monks and whoever else was helping them had a great deal of power, enough to make him not even sense the presence of thousands of spectators.

Kylexan saw a monk conversing with another contestant who had just awoken from a rather nasty mauling. The man's blood was all over but that would be cleaned up soon enough. Perhaps he was the one to ask about signing up for another battle. Kylexan pondered the thought for a moment, the druid rudely butted in.


"You know Kylexan, we have more important things like doing nothing instead of getting wounded, that seems much more exciting." the druid always made sarcastic remarks, it annoyed Kylexan more than anything, he should know better not to talk in such a manner to Kylexan.

"Quit nagging him with that sarcastic tone, it's scary when Kylexan gets mad y'know!" The naive farmer Flo was still scared of Kylexan despite his inability to really do anything to them except tune them out.

"A word edgewise, Kylexan," Kylexan's mysterious ninja didn't speak often, he only aided Kylexan in dodging and quick light strikes, lending his abilities.

"Speak." Kylexan said boringly.

"Perhaps this Citadel business is not so bad as you thought. We could gain much wisdom and knowledge from just the swing of the other's sword." Tutet used his usual words of wisdom to convince Kylexan to do what the clansman wanted.

Despite the motives the assassin had a point, Kylexan could learn much from fighting in the arena with a variety of opposition and challenging obstacles. The handsome necromancer got up from his recovery table and walked over the to the monk and what he thought was another warrior.

"Is it possible we may arrange another battle?" Kylexan's mixture of the seven voices and the speaking "we" in a place where "I" should have been startled the monk and his subject slightly.

"Why yes, always. I can do that for you if you'd like. The new arena is already set up." The monk nodded in confirmation at the man he had been talking to previously and beckoned Kylexan to follow him. After walking down a few flights of stairs they were back in the reception room with the glowing portal that led to the last fight. The black stones that were carefully placed on the walls reminded Kylexan of his father's cruel exile of his beloved son that led him into the art of necromancy. That was neither here nor there, however. What mattered was the battle at hand, and whether or not Kylexan would win.


"Am I becoming a brutal warrior? I should hope not." Kylexan made an odd raise of his eyebrow to one who could see his face.

"...battle now, best of luck." The monk looked at him with a rather stoic expression.

"What?" Kylexan pondered in confusion for a moment, "Oh, yes, of course." With that said, Kylexan walked through the portal.

Landing in sand was nice. The ground looked almost pure white and this time Kylexan heard the crowd. Without looking he knew the crowd was there. The immense booming of cheers hurt his ears. Kylexan wasn't used to such disturbances. The crowd gave the arena a new feel; the fight didn't seem as intimate as when he thought he was alone.

Kylexan took a quick look around, the arena was a rough circle about thirty paces in each direction from the center. The walls were made of a rough looking stone with a slight tan hue and odd looking pipes protruding from the walls every five or so paces around the perimeter. Suddenly an announcer came booming from seemingly nowhere.

"Today, lasses and lassies, we have a duel for you! A grand spectacle between two warriors! The most intimate of match-ups! On the west we have our darkly handsome winner from last round, Kylexan! And coming in on the east is..."

Kylexan looked in anticipation for his opponent.

[Osato]

Not even the good graces of the gods could have brought so glorious a day to Althanas. The sun was high, the clouds light, and the wind soft. People milled about contentedly as they shopped for and sold goods. Amidst the organized chaos of the Radasanthian streets others moved. They used the others like a backdrop for comfort, taking solace in the fact that there were so many people that they could not be noticed. Still others moved with the crowds, greeting most as they passed and flashing a secure smile to any who even remotely made eye contact.

Osato was one of the latter. He was a mercenary by trade, a rather chaotically inclined individual who wished to remain just that… individual. At his birth, or emergence if you know anything about soulless beings, he had quickly taken up the sword and began learning with the military. The little known and often overlooked island of Yerria, off the southern coast of Corone, had been his place of birth. They had also assumed that the boy would join their military, as most of the soulless brood did after they emerged from the mythical caves.

Not to be one to cause uproar, Osato had joined the marine forces of the island nation, taking part in its wars against the island of Sid. Of course, during his time in the military he had learned how to use the sword and fight in armor. However, soulless born individuals are not apt to remain in any one place for very long. Their mental discipline is far from astute, sometimes leaving them with a wandering mind and an itch to explore.

As such the boy had found his way off Yerria and to the island of Scara Brae. On the small island, though much larger than his homeland, he had first joined the Knights of Scara Brae, and then left them. Outlawed and threatened, it was a mere change of clothes, flash of coin, and quick words that had brought him from Scara Brae to Corone.

The sell-sword, or mercenary as it is commonly referred to, reveled in the festivities and liveliness of the world known as the ‘melting pot of Althanas’. People from all walks of life and all countries shifted through the same streets, sharing the same goods, and getting along just fine. At six feet even, the man could normally see over anyone’s head. At the same time, it allowed everyone else to see him in all his resplendent glory.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said as he shifted out of the way of traffic. The woman at her booth, which was selling an aromatic stick that when burnt, loosed a delicately wafting drift of smoke, turned to him. Her skin was soft and looked to be fading from a tan that was nearly brown in coloration. Her robes were a soft, honey colored silk, a sheer white veil covered her face, and a wrapped turban sat atop her head. “You couldn’t, perhaps, tell me how to get to the Citadel? I seem to be lost…”

“Ha,” her voice was rough, like sand was caught at the back of her throat. “Yeah, it is north from here. Turn left after passing two streets and continue straight.” Her accent was thick, something foreign. Osato could not place it, but it must have been from the mainland or some other random island. “Be careful,” she said as Osato thanked and parted from her, “I hear those monks can do some crazy things.”

~*~

If only the woman had known how right she had been.

The battleground was an arena of epic proportions. Osato flashed in, dropping in the cool shadows of the eastern wall. All around him the deep roar of the crowd boomed. It was so sudden, so unexpected that the sell-sword was taken off guard momentarily. Then, when he realized the announcer was introducing him, he quickly cast of doubt and worry in favor for the pure beauty of his smile.

“…a dashing mercenary with no record of wins or losses! Will our previous winner take another round? Which striking man will receive your praise today?!”

Osato laughed. The man had considered him ‘dashing’ and ‘striking’, apt descriptions to say the least. His well toned body was an even one hundred eighty-five pounds of lean, tough muscle. His body was clad with a custom suit of armor covering his upper torso and his arms. Strapped to one of his three belts was the unique blade he had only recently acquired.

He shifted his feet, dusting aside soft sand around his heavy leather boots. A slight slip and the young man’s feet slipped across a slightly un-level surface. Whatever it was, Osato did not even take the time to glance down. It would have to wait; his opponent was standing directly across from him. He tossed his head to shift his darkening hair away from his face, only a semblance of its former amethyst coloration remained.

Osato nodded towards his opponent and placed a solitary hand on the hilt of his longsword. He would not draw the roughly diamond shaped blade until the last moment came. It would be advantageous to keep the uniquely shaped blade and its possible advantages to himself.

[Die Sieben]

The man that popped in looked like a worthy opponent unlike the last one. Kylexan had no intention of losing but just to be sure, he readied himself for anything. The man across had dark hair like Kylexan. The necromancer looked up at him and the fighter on the east nodded to him.


Recognition, he's fought much before... Kylexan took a quick glance around the walls.

Those pipes, what do you suppose they're for? Nilia had taken the question from everyone else it seemed as no one else talked.

I suspect it will surprise us. Kylexan responded in his normal, bored and cold, tone.

His opponent now had his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the blade didn't look quite normal. Kylexan lay his hand on the ivory hilt of his own sword in anticipation. The announcer suddenly broke in.

"Now, lassies and lasses! We have our secret surprise for the warriors! Observe the pipes!"

Kylexan was surprised that anything was happening with the pipes so soon. He looked around... nothing yet. Sudden he heard the swoosh of waterflow. A light stream of crystal clear water suddenly came out of the pipes. It wasn't much but Kylexan didn't want to find out how much more could come out of the pipes.

The dark haired swordsman across from him was still looking at Kylexan. Apparently he wasn't going to draw his sword. Kylexan would take the initiative. He slowly drew his sword without looking at it.

Ssshhwing

The sword blade was made of beautiful ebony colored steel. This instilled fear and wonder in most opponents; he would find out the eastern warrior's view soon enough, Kylexan held the sword loosely in his hand, letting the tip touch the sand slightly. He stared the other man in the eyes and nodded in recognition. He too had fought before.

The crowd had been totally silent up to this point, looking in awe at a battlefield they hadn't seen ever before.

Kylexan took a step.

The crowd roared like thunder, Kylexan looked up at some of the faces, they were mostly blurs in while they were screaming their pathetic hearts out. Kylexan was not fazed by such actions. None of them mattered, only he and the man he would obliterate. Kylexan took another step, and another, until he was but six feet from the man.

"We are Kylexan. Are you ready?" Kylexan stared at the man, his cold eyes piercing like a cold wind. His sword, Necrophagist was still sitting loosely in his left hand.


Heavy slashes! Make him...
Quick, light strikes, dodge!
Be careful Kylexan.
I hope y' die an' we ge' free!

The voices but a blur in Kylexan's head. He was in for a real fight.

[Osato]

Osato never let his deep blue eyes fall away from his opponent. He was staring down an unknown warrior in an arena filled with people he had never seen. Each one lent their voice to the uproar nonetheless, filling the young man’s ears with a constant drumming that was nigh impossible to escape. Like the boom, his opponent’s gaze was impossible to break from. The sell-sword held tightly.

From overhead and all around the intruding voice of the announcer thundered even louder than the crowd. It spoke of a surprise, a small addition to the rather docile and bare fighting grounds. From the small pipes around the walls perfectly pure water began to spill. The liquid fell lightly but constantly, striking the soft sand and first creating pools from the fall before slowly being seeped up by the sand. Around the water the sand shifted to mud, and slowly spread outwards.

The sell-sword let his eyes drift away from the pipes behind his opponent back to the man. He watched silently as his opponent drew his unique blade. It shimmered in the soft, artificial light. Light glinted off its blade, giving it an alabaster gleam. The sword was interesting to the mercenary, a lover of weapons and especially a connoisseur of bladed weapons. His opponent gave a nod of recognition and began approaching.

The silence was shattered when the man took his first step and only picked up as he approached. His stride was languid, carefree. Each step was a bit heavy, a drift of dust rising from around his boots. Osato reveled once again in the roar of the crowd, their heart filled cries, and their inspirational mental shoves. Fighting with crowds cowing him on and screaming around him was nothing. Training with both the Yerrian marines and the Knights had trained him for battle on a grand scale, hardly a quiet affair.

He moved back a step, a good half a foot from the wall behind him. If the battle was going to be one to remember, he would be sure that none would forget his face. When the man was within six feet, an easy four large paces away, Osato heard him call his name in greetings. An odd smirk flashed on his face.

“My names Osato,” he said as he slipped his sword out inches. “I hope you are prepared.” The mercenary placed his stronger leg against the wall behind him and pushed as hard as he could. Sprinting towards the man would have brought him at his opponent in a mere three steps before his sword would have come to use. Instead, he used the wall to create a force of momentum that he would not have been able to achieve.

As soon as he had pushed off he drew his sword. The roughly diamond shaped blade flew from its leather sheath, flashing in a wide arch. Two steps that barely touched the ground and the young mercenary was within attacking distance. He had timed it well enough, the sword flashed directly at Kylexan’s sword arm. As soon as the sword arched towards the side of his opponent Osato spun, dancing around his opponent and using his sword as a shield.

As soon as he had danced out of range of a counter, the mercenary turned back to face any counter his opponent may muster. Dust flooded away from his heavy boots as he created thick grooves with the balls of his feet. His sword came upwards in a vertical position, using the wide base of the diamond and its wider center as something akin to a kite shield.

[Die Sieben]

Kylexan's grip on his sword tightened slightly as the man said his name. Osato... he had heard the name before from a Knight who later disappeared due mostly to Kylexan. He must have been a former Knight, they wouldn't have had one come to the Citadel and certainly wouldn't have one disgracing their order with non-order armor and armaments. The man placed his back foot against the wall and used a years old trick that would work on most. Kylexan was ready for it. What he wasn't ready for was the blade that was unsheathed.


What is that..?
That sword...
...shielded... ...no counter...

Kylexan heard fragments of thoughts as the man rushed towards him, normally he could have gotten ready but the man had been surprisingly fast and caught him off guard. The man took a quick lunge at the necromancer's left arm, Kylexan raised his sword quickly in defense but the man was incredibly strong and made Kylexan stagger to his right. He saw Osato spin around but what he did after that was a blur of motion as Kylexan tried to recover.

Spinning around, barely tapping his feet on the ground, Kylexan stood up fully and adjusted his grip on his sword. The man had almost knocked it right out of his hand. He used his sword like a shield too, that would present a new challenge.


I was unprepared, this won't happen again.

Kylexan threw on a slight smile to show the mercenary he meant business.


Careful Kylexan, that sword will allow him to block like a kite shield, he'll also be able to attack faster than if he had an actual kite shield, I saw them used by the Vailasian pirates before we became one with eachother. The druid knew his lore and weapons well, that was his life's work after all.

Kylexan felt like his boots were in something softer than the original sand.

"Damn, the water. Let's finish this rather than drown, Osato."

Kylexan took the initiative to strike at his opponent rather than let him come. Launching with his left foot, Kylexan stepped forward and a little to the right, he was about four large steps away. Using his momentum he zig-zagged twice, almost one step away from Osato. He ran straight at Osato, spun quickly to his right and stabbed at Osato's foot. Not knowing whether or not he hit it, Kylexan used his momentum to spin again, taking a stab at the warrior's left arm. Again, Kylexan couldn't tell if any of his strikes hit but he stepped back quickly to see the work he had done.

[Osato]

The man had parried just as expected. However, he was pushed aside like a weak child, shoved back and forced to stumble. Even as he spun, the sell-sword’s smile was quickly growing. He tapped the unique blade against the ground before him and spun it lightly. The blade whisked around and around. Kylexan clutched his sword tightly, fingering the hilt, and Osato just smiled even more.

Interesting, he thought as he watched the man crack a small smile. The fight was just beginning and already he was excited. His opponent was competent, had an impressive weapon, and had to have earned it or had some form of skill with it besides blocking. It was only Osato’s first encounter with another within the Citadel, the first time and sure not to be the last.

“Agreed,” the mercenary responded as he stepped back and encountered the first trail of slick sand. But water was a part of his history, a part of his very being. He had grown up on an island, and fought hopping island to island; a boat and water had always been part of his upbringing. Fighting in the mire would present a slight problem, only slowing down his rushes.

Osato ducked down, slid his left food heavily around in a wide arch to keep balance, tossing a slew of mushy sand. He quickly took the initiative. His blade flashed around him in a sharp arch this time. It snapped into an almost perfect position. Where his foot had but second before been placed his opponents blade fell. Before he could counter, however, his opponent had spun once again and the sword flashed out.

The mercenary pushed off his weaker leg and shoved himself roughly away from the encounter. In the process he spun his sword, letting his opponents blade contact with the revolving sword and tossing it aside. As soon as his feet touched ground again he was moving, this time another charge at much closer distance.

He pushed the sword in a thrusting motion at his opponent’s mid-section, hoping that he had not quite caught his balance or that his spin had thrown off his sense of direction. If he was lucky he would be able to puncture or at least force his opponent away and create more distance. The thrust was less than perfect, nearly thrown haphazardly at his opponent.

[Die Sieben]

After the spin Kylexan was slightly off balance. He was lucky he was though, the warrior took a rather sloppy thrust at Kylexan and due to the dark man almost tripping, the blade missed. Osato was now about ten paces from Kylexan.

This one is good... Kylexan thought half to himself.
Indeed, perhaps you should try something else. Exar was always into giving advice when Kylexan didn't particularly need it.
What would you suggest then?
Tire him, he is a battle hardened warrior. Wait until the water is slightly higher and make him come to you, go on top of the pipes if you can when the water reaches above your waist. The druid had a point, this man was big and his armor along with that large sword would eventually tire him out.
Very well.

Kylexan looked at the pipes, the water was coming out a bit more forcefully now. Kylexan took a step forward and realized that in that short time the water level had risen up to mid-shin.

"Damn it..." Kylexan said just loud enough for his opponent to hear.

It was right then that Kylexan noticed something in the water. A small fish. What were fish doing in here? They weren't big enough to to any harm but what if that wasn't their purpose. Some of the aquatic beasts of Althanas were attracted to the scent of small fish, and the small fish seemed to be swarming around Kylexan. Once the water level raised, there could be bigger problems than drowning.

Kylexan looked up at his opponent and took a step back, gripping his sword tightly and planting his feet, this time he would be ready for the man's charge.

The crowd was still cheering ridiculously loud, although they had quieted considerably now. The announcer stepped in, "Look, there are fish in the water!" Everyone went totally silent and looked for the fish that Kylexan had so quickly noticed. They were too small to notice from the stands, obviously, but the crowd kept looking in silence anyways. The announcer had done good to silence them for the moment.

[Osato]

Osato's haphazard swing nearly cost him. The thrust was shoddy and off balanced, thrown more to distract than to be considered a true attack. But the opponent had dodged all the same. He was at a good distance, standing back just far enough that the mercenary would have to close the distance in another reckless assault.

Instead of another instant charge, the man pulled his sword back and took up a quick stance. His attacks had been hasty, but had given him enough to work off of. The man he was facing was not new to fighting, had probably fought countless times. He was quick on his feet, able to move rather lithely and counter quickly. Osato had to know more, needed to find a weak point and exploit it.

"Damn it indeed," the mercenary muttered as he shifted his heavy boots about. The water level was rising too quickly. In his heavy armor he would sink faster than a rock, and stay at the bottom. As he moved he felt that odd slip again, saw a stream of little bubbles appear at the surface of the muddy water. Something was beneath his feet, something solid and buried under the once soft sand. "Kylexan has no armor, meaning he'll be able to attack much faster in a matter of minutes."

The water was rising fast. The sell-swords deep blue eyes glanced over at the pipes, watching it flow. At the rate it was pouring out it would be at his waist in short order, and then he would have to swim to fight. The idea of fighting unarmored and in the water was not something that went over well in his mind.

"What do you say we step this up?" Osato was once again looking at his opponent. The man was staring at the water, his eyes playing across the pallid surface. With his words still lingering above the crowd, Osato let his eyes fall to the water as well. He saw the small fish just as the announcer's voice crashed in. "I figure the crowd will be watching a couple of floundering warriors crashing through the water pretty soon. That won't be too interesting, or fun for either of us."

He took a small step back, plunged the edge of his sword in the water, and watched as the small fish scattered. They never went too far away from him though. Without letting his eyes fall away from the man before him, Osato searched with his feet for that solid surface. If it was something that would help him, he would take the advantage before his opponent could...

[Die Sieben]

After watching the man scatter the fish with his sword, Kylexan looked down to see him trying to find some footing. Osato wouldn't be allowed the time to charge again, looking around for a moment the necromancer noticed the pipes the most. The water was flowing out even more hurriedly now and with it came bigger fish, almost the size of Kylexan's feet now.

The ground began to shake slightly, the water flowing out at a level that could knock a man off of his feet. Suddenly the newly turned mud began to stir about along with the slight shaking. It was throwing the man's balance off slightly and the crowd was chattering and cheering in curiosity. Shortly after the shaking began, large objects began protruding from the ground. In the middle was a large platform, about five paces in both directions that raised just above the water level, this happened just behind Kylexan. Only moments after, large pillars began to rise from the ground, about the diameter of a plate. They were barely higher than the middle platform but the further away from the middle they got, the higher they went. The pillars were all around the arena, each level of height was a large circle surrounding the center platform.

By now the water was nearly up to Kylexan's waist, not sparing another moment, the man turned and ran to get up to the platform, his movement severely compromised by the height of the water and the frighteningly large fish that were now in the water. Once he reached the platform, he braced himself with one arm and heaved upwards, bringing his feet on the top of the platform. Kylexan rolled forward and ended up on the other side of the platform, he quickly turned to see if Osato had followed him. With the splashing from Kylexan's steps, he couldn't tell if the warrior had chased after him or not.

He readied his sword.

[Osato]

OH SHIT! Soooo sorry!

Osato’s shuffling feet finally found that precarious little perch he was looking for. His boots were half covering it, his sliding across is carefully. Thoughts ran through his head as to what it could be. Perhaps an outlet for bigger, more dangerous fish? Perhaps some form of platform that he could use for security? Whatever it was it was not moving, despite his boots digging around it. “Damn it all,” he cursed as he near frantically looked for a solution to the rising water and heavy armor.

As if an answer to an unraised prayer the ground began to tremble. The teeming water was stirring with the fish and the rumbling ground. The already stirring water began to quake, throwing the young mercenary off balance. He took a step back, a foot firmly on the solid object, the other still half over it. When the platform began to rise, along with all the smaller cylindrical pillars, Osato was more than a little confused.

“Oh shi—“ his verbal epitaph was cut short as he completely lost balance and plopped hard to his backend. He let out a loud gruff, grunting as he tried to scramble to his feet with the platform still moving under him. The entire arena was changing, giving the two a new and unique fighting ground. Even with the crowd roaring their approval of the sudden change, Osato was looking for his opponent.

The man was mounting a different platform, readying his sword for a charge from Osato. The soulless sell-sword just laughed. He could neither charge nor attack with the distance. And to jump from one pillar to the next would be a precariously difficult task. Instead he set his eyes on the largest of the new podium at the center. If he could take that he could take the advantage.

With a quick snap he pulled up his crossbow in his strong hand and let fly an un-aimed bolt at his opponent. He hoped it would be enough to distract the opponent. As soon as the bolt was loosed he began charging towards the biggest podium. It was difficult work with the murky water stalling him effectively, but he made quick work of the task.

[Die Sieben]

((No worries))

Kylexan watched the man pull out his crossbow and fire a bolt. It came dangerously close to the necromancer's head as he ducked. Then he looked up and saw the mercenary wading through the water toward the larger center platform. That would not bode well if he got there first but the handsome fighter looked down and saw some of the fish that were now swimming. They were huge, almost the size of Kylexan and his opponent now. There were only one or two in the water as of yet but that could easily change.

The crowd was roaring in excitement at the two men. The necromancer made the mistake of looking up at them to see what was going on because as he looked back, Osato had made it to the center platform. There was only one thing that Kylexan could do now, jump as far as he could out from the pillar he was on and run over to the center platform and take the risk of his heavily armored opponent slicing into him from above.


"Kylexan, there is another way," the druid snapped into his conscience, they hadn't talked for quite a while, "see the size of those fish? If you could lure the mecernary out somehow, you could simply let him get eaten."

"He won't be that foolish, he saw them as well, I'm sure." Kylexan snapped, "I won't be a sitting duck for his bolts, either. I'll eventually fall off and get eaten myself, it is better for me to go now when the fish are busy on the other side of the arena."

With that, the man jumped out from the pillar and landed in the water, his descent softened by the lukewarm liquid. He made a run for the center platform, as he was almost there he looked up at Osato...

[Osato]

He had made it first, taken the high ground, effectively cut off his opponent. He was in command of the battle, he was already the victor. From his perch he could see the other, smaller pillars. Each was scattered across the arena, unevenly produced and random. Osato could see his opponent clearly though, and that was what mattered most. Being the first to reach the best possible point of attack meant that he was also in charge of when and how Kylexan would also take the pedestal.

The fish were increasingly large, however, and were a much more present threat. Just before he had mounted the platform a fish far larger than those he had scattered earlier had brush him. Its sharp teeth snapped at the small fish that followed him, seeking solace and safety. Discomforted, the mercenary had pushed harder against the heavy water to seek his own safety. Even as he had taken his perch, small fish flopped out of his loose armor and fell to the ground. He graciously booted the brim back into the water, letting them fare for themselves rather than die under the bright lights and loud screams.

The mercenary was far from a dishonorable opponent however.

He gave the man time, let him move. He watched from the edge of the platform as the man wadded through the water. He had another crossbow; a bolt already locked and loaded, but did not pull it. Instead he places his spent weapon back in its place along his belt, hooking the loop so that it would not fall. Instead he gripped his sword with both hands, wrapping his tight leather gloves around the five inch handle.

“Come on then,” he muttered under his breath, impatiently waiting for his opponent. “These people have not come for us to play games with the water and fish…” Osato stepped away from the point where Kylexan would approach; allowing as much room as was given. He wanted a true fight, a real competition. He had not come to the Citadel to play games, nor had he come to become known as an unfair opponent.

Osato would not have his name tarnished by an easy victory won through less than honorable means.

[Taskmienster]

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~Task