It quickly became apparent that Methos had many secrets. As he strode to the arena, he was not carrying his shield as last time, but instead held a sword in each hand, plain and unadorned. Strapped to his back was his familiar rune sword. Ronin, having recovered from his wounds stood, sake in hand, his three kanatas sheathed at his side. Patches adorned his armor, mostly coving the gaps left from the Mutant.
Both combatants strode confidently towards the arena, and as they entered, The13thRonin took a deep bow, and winked at a pretty girl, before turning to step through the portal. There was a sound of lightning and a bright flash of thunder, and the arena just appeared. A dead plane, lacking in life. Everything was seen in shades of gray. The only color were the large blue archways that dotted the landscape, seemingly randomly placed.
Methos chanted for a moment, and released his swords, but instead of falling, they seemed to hover in the air in front of him, glowing faintly. Reaching back, he unsheathed his runic blade, and prepared for battle. The Ronin pulled two blades from his sheathes, and stood ready. Both players stood, watching each other. Then it was on!
Ronin charged, and the Spellsword swung his sword at The13thRonin, sending a gout of flame at him. Ronin expertly dodged without losing any momentum. Methos swung again, and sent another wave of fire at the Ronin. Same effect. And in a moment The13thRonin had reached his target. With a quickly flurry of blows, Ronin found his strikes blocked by the floating swords, while Methos was free to aim a blow at his head. Throw himself to the ground, he could feel the passage of the Spellsword's blade just a bit above his head, and he was followed to the ground by several locks of his hair Then Ronin was forced to take a quick roll and then another to dodge the enchanted blades. Then, suddenly, both blades swung down at Ronin, and he was forced to roll forward, right onto Methos's waiting blade. Impaled through the chest, the battle was over. The arena faded, and the Spellsword gave hes blade a quick twist to ensure the job was finished, and sheathed his sword. Leaving the arena, he paused only to grasp his other swords, and strode off into the crowd.
This is IC.)) Now both dead- why we care? He protect Agent, maybe. Not know who. I think Izipo- he seem too shady. We make him fight, he die, we see if is true. Or he can argue now. Long as we know."
. No hard feelings to anyone, absolutely everything on my part was IC.]
