32 minutes ago, MadMapManPK said:Aki trembled in his boots. Not only did his own brother put forth the idea of joining the bloodsport competition, but his father endorsed and encouraged the idea, saying he needed practice after failing to secure a victory over the Grandmaster to the north, who both bested his tactical prowess and his personal strength. "Brave face... you've got this," he mumbled to himself as he reached for his belt and detached a grenade, scanning the arena for a target far enough away that the explosion wouldn't recoil onto him. That dark knight's armor is surely extra susceptible to the intense heat of sun magic. His hand glows a fiery orange as he clutches a grenade...
In the VIP Box, a second Lion, wearing a gilded crown and similarly fashionable cape, crosses his arms and grunts. He smirks, focusing intently on Aki.
Neon, meanwhile, glared. Prepared for this fight, levying weapons and tendrils both. The man shaped person was glancing at another target, but the challenger interrupted it relatively mid stride. There seemed a smile beyond the mask, surely some measely sun and flash wouldn't...
And yet, it did. Scalded by the attack, and with the armor melting but still there, the knight tries in futility to strike at Aki. But the hits and long lashes and pokes of the tendrils go wide, and more importantly aren't far enough to hit the throwing range weapon. Keon isn't quite out, but things are looking grim.