Round 5: FIGHT! The Hot New Competition - BLOODSPORTS!

[Rocket Relm]

16 minutes ago, volthawk said:

Eighbris grins under his helmet as he feels his dagger sink into the frenzied beast, even as its primal throes sends him rolling across the ground again. Job's not done yet, but he made a start in taking that thing down. Taking another moment to appraise the situation, he chuckles a little as he sees how things are lining up. If he does nothing, there's a good chance Doom will berserk right into the path of Seraphine's shotgun. That works just fine for him. Now, who else is still alive...ah yeah, the odd one from their neighbours in Moonsoul. Alright then. He'd heard a lot about the monsters that lived in those hills, and at least some of it was probably true. Time to put them to the test.

Mechanics

Eighbris: Mil 4 0, wounded

Attack Another Warrior: The Keon Nnight

@Rocket Relm

 

Keon was pretty well feasted at this point, but also well worn. Looking very much battle torn and more like a bleeding monster out of a game than the knight they started as, rapier stuck out of the neck from the previous opponent. They yank it from the hilt and levy it at their opponent, their own weapons comparatively broken. So kind of the fallen to lend their aid like this. With a lunge, the conflict is on.

Unfortunately, the bleeding, the scathing, the murdering and feasting and any number of other adjectives had taken their toll. The wound of the rapier bled out, and in the conflict that followed Keon faltered, finally suffering an ill fate. At least for the glory of their kingdom, it was a loss to an honorable represenative... rep, resenatative, rep, represen...tative

Edited April 1 by Rocket Relm (see edit history)

[Tychris1]

The dagger sank into Doom Soom’s back and he screeched in pain and fury. Lashing out with his tangled arm he lost his vision entirely in a cloud of blood and instinct. He smelt the burning reagents of the shotgun wafting through the air, a sickly sweet aroma that drew his fangs out, and guided him to Seraphine for a final charge of fangs and sand.

[EmBark]

The Arena

"What a BLOODBATH everyone! Eighbris goes after Keon and his blade strikes true! Doom Soom--" "OOM OOM!" "--goes after Seraphine and SERAPHINE! SERAPHINE GETS DOOM SOOM! DOOM SOOM IS DOWN! I repeat: Doom Soom--" "Oom oom?" "--is down!"

[MadMapManPK]

The Lion in the VIP Box chuckles, arms crossed, standing in front of the hand rail, eyes glistening, tail swishing.

 

"What a show!" he slowly claps as the final strike against Doom Soom hits its mark, "What a show, I say! A shame for the poor Agbadan prince and the people of the Utopian, to be sure, but how thrilling it was to watch. Almost makes a man regret not visiting Mekhala sooner."

[volthawk]

The Arena

Catching his breath and pulling his dagger out of the Keon Nnight, struggling to shift the now-dead competitor off him, Eighbris can't help but let out a laugh, paired with a gasp of pain, when he reflects on how much time he spent knocked down this fight. Still, as he takes stock of the situation...Doom Soom did it. Couldn't quite manage to close the distance, huh? Eighbris could sympathise there.

Wait, that meant...final two. That was a win, huh? He couldn't lie to himself, it smarted a little to have failed to get a scratch on her, but...at this point, he was willing to just take the second place. Guess that makes them even, after his win at the Bironian Brawl. For now, he focused on forcing himself back up to his feet, facing the audience and raising a fist in victory. Just keep up until the show's over and the cameras are gone...then he can collapse.

VIP Box

Cagairmòr lets out a sigh of relief she wasn't aware she was holding in as she sees Eighbris getting up again, raising her glass in a personal toast before finishing the drink in one. He might have not done it her way, but he did it.