Temuro defeats Slarzog - Ciaran judged!

[Knight Otu]

Shiba Temuro, Phoenix Bushi

Yellow Belt D3 - Student of the Fighting Beast Dojo
Powers: Signature Style (Manticore), Dojo Style (Sword), Fist of Fury
Record 1 - 4
Yen: 1

A young man clad in red armor steps forward onto the town square and begins to speak. "I am Shiba Temuro, disgraced student of the Fighting Beast Dojo. I challenge any White Belt fighter, or, if he happens to be nearby, the man known as Sanctus Togashi. I call for the following stipulations:
1. No style match, please.
2. If you are a white belt, you may choose the match type and length, with a minimum of 2 flags for standard matches and 3 flags for speed matches. If Sanctus accepts the challenge, we will have a traditional insult round.
3. Strategy matches must use judge-generated hands.
4. If you win, you will have the opportunity to kill me, and advance an additional rank. If this happens, the yen I possess and any yen I happen to win during the match shall be awarded to Rini, my sensei."

 

[NiTessine]

A muscular orc walks up to Temuro and announces through his fangs:
"I will take up your challenge, weak human! Prepare for your imminent demise! I call for a five-flag speed match."

Slarzog
White Belt
Wins/Losses: 0-1
Powers: None
Items: None
Yen: 2

 

[Ciaran]

An elderly gentleman approaches the combatants. He leans on the shoulder of a chubby little flag boy. The flag boy sets up a folding chair and a silken parasol for the old man, then puts up a row of five flags.

"I shall judge this match, if you have no objection," says the elder. "The ancient masters have decreed this match to take place at the ruins north of the Palace of the Dragon Kings on the morning of the scythe."

 

[Knight Otu]

"Talk about killing, and the orcs come running", Temuro mutters at the appearance of Slarzog.

"It shall be, tainted beast. We will fight, and Ciaran will judge."

The nunchaku prances in the midst of the temple; dominates the drive of the field!

Whirling right into melee like a nunchaku, Temuro tries to dominate the battlefield right from the start.

 

[NiTessine]

Slarzog responds with a simple, strong circle kick.

The oak shatters the glacier; wards off the speed of the fires!

 

[Ciaran]

"Slarzog, your attack shows great strength and tenacity. Furthermore, your grasp of the elements is admirable. Point to Slarzog."

One flag Slarzog, zero flags Temuro.

 

[NiTessine]

The orc, spurred on by his initial success, follows up with a strong punch aimed at his foe's right temple. He jumps forward to put the entire weight of his body behind the blow.

The lightning speaks atop the canyon; avoids the rolling of the abomination!

 

[Knight Otu]

The northstar spins before the village; silences the descent of the insect!

Spinning around ao that he appears like a star, Temuro advances towards the insect Szarlog, who tries to descend upon him.

 

[Ciaran]

“Interesting,” says the judge. “Slarzog’s attack is somewhat stronger, for does not the lightning speak with the voice of the thunder? But Temuro silences that thunder. Furthermore, Slarzog’s defense is weak, for he fights against an honor fighter, who cannot in any way be called an abominaton. Point to Temuro.”

One flag Temuro, one flag Slarzog.

 

[Knight Otu]

The lightning strikes by the waterfall; grasps the edge of the bone and blocks the thrust of the venom!

Striking with his katana as fast as a lightning, Temuro concentrates on blocking the attacks of Slarzog.