Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141222190750/@comment-5614539-20141223202407

"You sure no one wants to join me?" Rayon called.

A hulking young man, about 18, leapt down from the balustrades, drawing a massive war axe.

"That's not a very elegant weapon for an Avryillisn." Rayon said, disapproving.

"My teacher said, 'Whatever weapon wins the fight, Bob.'" Bob growled.

He charged forward, trying a broad sweep with his axe. Rayon stepped to the side as the axe sailed harmlessly, a metre away from him. He then, in turn, hit Bob on the wrist with the flat of his blade. Bob tried an overhead, which meant Rayon just took a step back, and with Bob's axe buried in the grassy ground, he pointed his sword at Bob's throat. After Bob surrendered, Rayon shook his hand, saying, "Well fought, Bob. Perhaps I would reccomend a war axe for you, since you seem light on your feet, yet strong."

Again he called, "Any more challengers?" after Bob had left the arena.