[ We find Our Heroes right where we left them, getting ready to do more of the same! Let's get to it. ] [ Torlak looks at the bunch of you weird little surfacers and says, "Who will be the next to fight?" ] Seylin. Go. * Seylin nods to Kenji. She closes her eyes and says a few quick prayers and chants. Max, if you've any last help for Seylin, now would be the time. * Patrick pats Seylin on the back and whispers to her a few words of confidence. * Will walks over and places a hand on Sey's shoulders. He mutters a brief prayer and smiles. "Go get him, Sey!" [ Yet another troll lumbers forth to the line, awaiting Seylin's displeasure. ] * Seylin smiles at Will. "Thanks, Will." She takes a deep breath and heads for the arena. * Seylin stops once she reaches her line and draws... something. Well, it *looks* like she's holding a weapon, at least. * Seylin takes to the air. "" [ The troll nods. Torlak nods, and shouts ] [ Seylin, go! ] * Seylin prays, and a beam of pure white light comes streaking down from above, striking the troll. [ The troll cringes from the smite, but readies its sword and waits. ] [ Seylin, go again! ] * Seylin says another quick prayer, and more holy light glows, this time around whatever it is that she's holding. She flies at the troll, striking at him as she wings past. [ Seylin flies down and strikes the troll hard on its head! However, even as she does so, it brings its own sword to bear on her, striking her hard and knocking her several feet through the air before she regains control of her flight. ] [ But it's Seylin's turn again! Seylin, go! ] * Seylin turns a few cartwheels in mid-air before coming around at the troll again. No holy light this time, sadly. [ Seylin strikes the troll again! And a split-second after that, he knocks her away again! ] [ Seylin, go again! ] * Seylin lets out a deep breath as she regains her bearings, then comes at him once more. [ Seylin strikes the troll still again! It reels under the blow, and badly misses his counterstrike. ] [ Seylin, go! ] * Seylin does a neat flip in the air and comes swooping down at the troll, invisible halberd outstretched. ;p [ Seylin strikes the troll on the head, and this time it falls over! Just long enough to be counted out; it's back on its feet in eleven seconds. ] [ says Torlak idly. ] [ The Emperor seems umperturbed by this announcement. ] * Seylin lands and does a brief victory pose. [ Hundereds of miles away, the Seylin Fan Club gushes collectively over how cute/dashing Seylin is. ] [ The troll doesn't need to be dragged off the arena; he walks off just fine, thanks. ] * Istvan claps. * Patrick smirks and gives Seylin a thumbs up. * Seylin walks out of the arena a bit slowly. She did get hit a few times. But she's able to bow politely to Istvan and give Patrick a hug. * HKenji watches Torlak warily. * Patrick hugs Seylin back! And picks her up a little too. * Will rushes over to Sey's side and takes care of Sey's bleeding with a quick prayer to Bahamut. * Patrick eyes Will strangely. Sey isn't bleeding, is she? [ No, she isn't. She's got some nasty bruises under her clothing, tho. ] [ Or she did, before Will fixed her up good as new! ] [ Torlak says, ] Thanks, Will. * Patrick smirks at Kenji. "I'm the last one apart from you, aren't I?" Yes. Give them a good show, Patrick. Heh, you've got it. * Patrick heads out to the arena. Wait a second! * Seylin hurries over to Patrick and gives him a hug, saying a quick prayer as she does so. She whispers something to him, then lets him go. * Patrick grins and hugs back. * Will catches up to Pat and pats him on the back, whipering a couple prayers in the process. * Patrick whispers a short elven word and his wings sprout from his back. He takes to the air but is yet to draw his weapon as he smerks at his lack of opposition so far. "I'm ready, are you?" * Istvan runs up to Patrick and gives him a big kis- wait, no, no he doesn't. But he does watch intently! [ A troll steps up to the line and grumbles about being up against another flyer. ] Patrick. Hmmm? I suggest doing this -without- the wings. * HKenji gives Patrick a thoroughly devious look. * Patrick considers this for a few seconds. * Patrick grins and lands at the edge of the arena. "I won't need'em anyways." The wings stay out, but they're clearly inactive. [ Patrick's opponent grins nastily. ] [ Torlak says, ] * Patrick shrugs. "Let's dance." [ Torlak blinks. ] ... [ Torlan nods. The other troll says, , and Torlak shouts ] [ Patrick, go! ] * Patrick draws a series of four arrows and fires them all at the troll's lower-body, so even if they don't hit or bounce off they land very close to him. [ Three of the arrows strike home, while one glances off. One of the arrows now embedded in the troll begins to exude a great deal of smoke, soon covering the troll. ] [ The troll growls and charges for where Patrick was before; unluckily for Patrick, the troll guesses the right direction, and ends up a mere twenty feet away before Patrick can do anything. ] * Patrick loads a lone arrow and fires it unerringly into the smoke, after doing so taking as quiet a step as he can out of the troll's path so he's giving the troll a, hm... 15 ft. berth. [ There's the sound of an arrow hitting armor from inside the cloud... which keeps moving past where PAtrick was, and right into the wall thirty feet past the edge of the arena. ] * Istvan facepalms. [ Torlak clears his throat, which sounds trully horrifying. ] * HKenji can't help but smile just a bit. * Max snickers. And listens to any comments from the trollish observers. * Seylin stifles a giggle. * Max snickers some more. Not at the trolls, honest. Mmmmm, yeah. Congratulations, Patrick. You'd best go see Will for all those grivious injuries. *pushes his glasses up his nose* * Will gives Max a look while trying not to laugh out loud at the troll. * Max is clearly joking. * Seylin smiles and gives Patrick another hug, whispering something to him. * Patrick hugs Seylin back, grinning very widely. ^________________________^ That alone should scare some people. [ Torlak steps into the ring. Unlike the others, he stays eighty feet back from the center of the arena. ] * HKenji slowly steps into the ring and advances about half way to the midline. "Are you ready, Prince Torlak?" [ says the Prince. ] * Patrick steps out of the arena. "He's all yours, Kenji." Don't mess him up too much. * Max stops snickering, and settles in, watching closely. Especially this troll he's heard is a spellcaster. Good luck, Kenji. * HKenji reaches down and draws his katana, bathing the room in the harsh light of the noonday sun. [ The trolls all shield their eyes and grumble. And everyone else prolly gets spots in their vision, too - it has been pretty dark in here. ] * Istvan squints. * Max smiles over at Seylin. "Luck will have little to do with this fight, methinks." He looks back to the fight, adjusting his glasses after rubbing his eyes. * Patrick is plastered to Seylin like, well, yeah. Hmm... * HKenji takes a decidely odd stance, in a low crouch with his blade held down at an angle behind him. [ The troll begins weaving a spell, firing a bolt of lightning at Kenji! ] * HKenji becomes nothing but a blurry bar of bright orange as he ducks under the bolt of lightning and races across the arena floor, skidding to a stop on one knee with his katana held in such as way that it must have gone through Torlak, for all that there's no sign of a wound. [ Torlak looks confused, then blinks, then begins laughing. And then his spiked chain unwinds itself and begins to attack Kenji. ] ...oof. That's two spells undone. Hmm? * Seylin looks at Max curiously. * Patrick watches with his usual smile. I'll have to ask him how he did that. *nods, pushing up his glasses* [ The spiked chain tears into Kenji hard, cutting him twice, once very deeply. ] [ Kenji, go! ] * HKenji straightens his planted leg, pitching himself back to standing position. As he rises, his left leg remains bent at the knee, tucked up in an odd and terribly awkward position. He lashes out with the folded leg, using it to spin himself around on his planted foot, the shadows caused by his blade careening wildly and growing stronger as his smaller blade joins the dance. * HKenji lashes out with each blade in turn as he spins, planting his tucked leg after each pair of strikes to keep the spin strong. The blades cut deeply into Torlak's arm, and twice manage to penetrate even that to pierce his chest, all the while causing the light to strobe wildly, making the entire thing appear in odd disco-like flashes. [ Torlak is peppered with cuts of varying depth! He stumbles back a step, then casts another spell at Kenji while his spiked chain goes to town all on its own! ] * Max blinks. "Wow." * Istvan grunts. "Nice. Bit flashy, but nice." * Patrick whistles. [ Torlak unleashes a torrent of frigid air at Kenji, causing him to frost over when he fails to get out of the way in time. This is followed up by a single slash of the spiked chain. ] * Will stares at Kenji spinning. "Whoa. I didn't know he could do that." * Max watches carefully, seeing how Kenji fares. * Seylin lets out a small cry of shock. * HKenji lets his leg drop down to drag his foot on the floor a bit, slowing his spin as his swords continue chewing into Torlak's tasty troll flesh, then clamps down with his trailing foot, dropping all his weight onto it as he brings his katana back into line with his wakizashi. An instant later, he lunges forward with all the power of his coiled leg, bring both swords straight across, slicing straight through Torlak's gut in a neat pair of lines. [ Torlak doubles over forward, collapsing towards Kenji, who manages to get out of the way before he gets covered in trollgut. ] Nice. Though being crushed by a falling troll would've severely hurt his score for presentation. * Will cheers! * Max pushes up his glasses, and waits for victory to be awarded. * HKenji flicks the troll blood off his blades and resheathes them almost casually. * Seylin blinks several times in surprise. * Patrick smiles and nods. "Brilliant display." ^_^ * Max winces at that. And drifts over to talk to Kenji when he steps out of the ring. * HKenji bows deeply to the king. [ A few seconds later, Torlak struggles to his feet, still bleeding copiously. he says in Undercommon. ] [ The Emperor bears his fangs in a smile. he says in a deep voice. ] * Istvan translates for the non-Undercommon people. * Max chuckles at the king's statement, but covers his mouth to be polite. * Will nods thanks at Istvan for the translation and waits for the King to continue. * Patrick smiles. [ ] * HKenji bows once more to the King and backs gracefully out, beckoning for the rest of the group to follow in the same manner. * Istvan bows as well, because damn, the guy's fscking huge. He then follows Kenji out. * Max drifts up next to Kenji, and whispers, "Before you actually clean your blades, may I see them?" * Seylin follows Kenji's example, bowing and then exiting. * HKenji blinks. "I already cleaned them, Max." * Alcinoe clanks after. She looks vaguely pleased. Maybe. She hasn't said anything or done anything for some time. ...drat. That fast? * Will bows as well and follows Alci out. * Patrick grins, waves, and follows out. * Max looks disappointed as he floats along beside Kenji, leaving. * HKenji slumps as soon as he's out of the king's sight. Nice fight, Kenji. ...you're gonna be okay, right, Kenji? *suddenly worried, but keeping his voice down* I survived the fight. That's what matters. * HKenji sounds horribly weak. * Patrick slaps Kenji on the back, grinning. "That was some great work back there. Good job." He'll recover. I'm sure of it. Um, Will? Or Alcinoe? I think he could use some help... * Alcinoe clanks up behind Kenji and lays a hand on his shoulder. She murmurs a prayer, and her hand glows. Kenji feels better! * HKenji stiffens, and immediately regrets it. [ They walk out through the halls of the Emperor's palace, two soldiers escorting you. So you don't get lost, of course. ] * Will was undecided on whether or not to heal Kenji. Good thing Alci took care of it. * Max starts giggling. "That was very...educational. Thanks for letting me tag along, guys." ^_^ [ Once you reach the exit, there is a troll in robes waiting for you. it says in Undercommon. ] [ And lo, the ugly troll led you to your rooms, and you slept the sleep of the victorious-but-bruised. ] [ Session End. ]