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"Both moves have a certain poetry to them, but Orlandu's is stronger and his defence counters Cromwells attack move effectivly" The spear points to Orlandu and another Valkyrie flies down to raise a shield behind him. Round 2 Point Orlandu, Yen Orlandu 3 Shields Orlandu; 0 Shields Cromwell

Odin blinks and looks to the ravens on his shoulders. "Did either of you see what happened?" They shake their heads. "Nor did I. Why don't you two try that round again."

The god is silent for some time and eventually two ravens fly down to rest on his shoulders. He quietly speaks to them as if in council and eventually nods to the one on the right. "Both attacks are strong though one is stronger. However, a powerful defence strengthens the weaker attack...

Cromwell: The sword decimates the mountain; scatters the onslaught of the heart! The claw tumbles on top of the palace; shields against the punch of the fire! *yen*USED The tumbling needle rides through the river; leaps over the chi of the teardrop!USED The lizard obliterates the ravine...

A sudden blizzard picks up and obsceres all vision. As suddenly as it started, the winds and snow die down to reveil the Storm Lord upon a high knoll overlooking the battle field. He raises his mighty spear in salute to the warriors and points it to Cromwell. I find your insults to be...

Lyodin bows to the knightly judge and to Vanor while repocketing his yen. "Thanks for the sound thrashing Vanor. Guess I had it coming to me. Oh well, till next time." The flamboyant bantom strolls away singing an obsene ditty that causes mothers to cover their childrens' ears and old folks...

Feeling this match slipping away fast, Lyodin all but gives up. He mock bows to Vanor with a wry grin. "I say, I'm not having nearly as much fun fighting you as I did against your fiance."

Terror spreads across Lyodin's face as we frantically tries to parry the fierrce blows of his raging opponent. OOC: I'm leaving for work now. I "should" be back in about 4-5 hours. Short shift tonight.

Lyodin steps over the the judge putting an arm across the knights shoulders and whispers in his ear. "Hey you know, I really wasn't paying attention there and I think it was rather unfair to be taken advantage like that. What do you say we try that round again" Lyodin winks at the knight and...

Lyodin spins away and begins humming to himself as he dances around Vanor's attacks

Lyodin starts things off by attacking Vanor with needle like strikes. Edited VB code.

Lyodin approaches Vanor with all his usual swagger. He looks him up and down and stares at his money pouch for a few seconds. "Ah, I see you are a worthy(read: rich enough) of my challenge. I must say that I find your guardian to be boorish, your stable to be broken, and your insult to be...

The god stands in his stirrups and raises his spear high. "In this final round, MooCow's attack was surtainly savage, but Gray's accually hit's and nicely so." He lowers the spear between the two fighters and moves it to point at Gray. Round 3 Point Gray; Match Gray "Gray, you have won...

Odin ponders for a few long moments. "This is close, but Gray is the most skilled, and is using terrain he is most accostum to." "Gray you find a couple of old yen in the rubble you've made of your home." He points his spear at Gray and two Valkaryis raise shields for him. Round Two 2...

Odin doesn't hesitate at all in his judgement. "MooCow's attack was simpily overkill." He points his spear to MooCow and two Valkaryis move to stand behind him, and raises their shields. Round One 2 Points MooCow 0 Shields Gray; 2 Shields MooCow

It is a strat match though isn't it? Thought I read that's what you agreed on.

The God of Battles upon his mighty steed Splinir, flys down out of a blizzard. He is followed by his Valkaryi Shield Bearers. The ancient masters have decreed this match to take place at the cemetery north-east of the Tomb of the Ancient Kings on the day of the turtle. "I find MooCows...

Nevermind, sorry GD

There is a long silence that stretches out across the Springs. Odin, God of Battles, sits upon his stead Splinir as the last blow is delt. The divine being doesn't move or speak for a long time. The air grows cold, and you almost expect to start seeing flurries. Two ravens fly down out of...

"Kalanyr. Kenji. You have both fought very well. Now it is time to finish this. Here is your last hand. Chose wisely." Kalanyr The northstar prances before the cemetery; silences the punch of the air! *yen* The panther flips on top of the lake; conceals the touch of the snow! The dagger...