the lichlord looks to the judge we are ready
Yale nods at both parties. He takes out a red piece of cloth from his pocket.
“The fight begins when the blood dyes the field. In the name of unsullied blood, let the battle starts!”
He throws the cloth into the air before retreating to outside the arena. The wind blows the cloth around, swirling it to and fro like a teaseful dance.
The cloth slowly falls, even with the breeze playing it around.
It touches the earth.
Ellex pounds the arena with his heavy knuckles, sending a vibration off the ground,
the lich lord sits on the ground
your so pathetic I don’t need to help Serkos he waves his hand around put on a good show for our crowd
“When the blood dyes the field…?” Serkos inquires, not acknowledging Ellex. “I don’t have any blood. I’m all bones.”
the lich lord face palms and a crack appears to form and repair itself
the fight has began Serkos
Serkos swiftly rolls under the debris, towards Ellex. He gets to his feet and starts slowly walking towards him, sword drawn.
Ellex cracks up the dust with a swipe of his foot.
His blow earlier cracks the arena’s ground wuite a bit. Debris starts to fly from inside the dust cloud.
“Well, we had a skirmish at that adjacent city… The tough boy got himself killed. We barely had a chance.”