The Assassin shuffled in while an impromptu big band struck up some jazz. This time, instead of walking in unnoticed, he decided to amuse the crowd and pulled out a few knives from somewhere in the folds of his cloak. He proceeded to juggle them rather expertly before swinging his cloak around and catching them all, making them disappear into wherever they had come from.
Not to be outdone, the Eidolon stormed onto the stage as a light rain drizzled. Surprisingly, he grasped his six-foot long, giant sword in his left hand. More about this sword: an eye was painted on the blade that stared at everyone who looked at it, and even though the blade was quite sharp and deadly, it was clear that this was a sword meant primarily for bashing people and causing their internal organs to rupture. The reason this sword was in his left hand was because his right arm had been replaced with a demonic claw, without a thumb. A spike protruded from his helmet straight forward, like he was a unicorn, and orange circles that presumably were eyes gazed at the world from under it.
The Assassin snapped, which pierced the heavens, and reality shifted. The combatants found themselves in a large, spooky, and most of all very, very dark cathedral. A lone candle burned on the altar. It was raining outside. A flash of lightning illuminated the stained glass, making the depicted saints look positively twisted.
The two were standing with the altar between them, the Assassin crouched and alert, the Eidolon with his knees only slightly bent but still alert. The Eidolon decided to make the first move: he reached out with his demonic claw, which made a futile swipe at the air as the Assassin whirled his cloak around himself and disappeared into the shadows.
The Eidolon’s eyes darted back and forth as he slowly circled the altar, ironically remaining in the light. Suddenly, behind him, the Assassin decloaked, as he unwhirled the cloak and became visible again. A knife was held in his right hand, tinted green. He raised his hand and sent it plunging down. It bit into the joint of the armor, right at the neck. Before the Assassin could extract the blade though, the Eidolon’s right arm flung out wildly behind him and cuffed the Assassin right in the face, sending him flying. As the Assassin was rolling along the ground like a tumbleweed, the Eidolon sunk to a knee due to the impact of the blow. His body tensed up and the observant could see muscle spasms in his neck. He got up using his sword for support and coughed out some black blood, which splattered all over the floor in patterns that either looked like butterflies or faces. Meanwhile, the Assassin had picked himself up and cloaked himself.
It was deathly silent. A cough broke the tranquility of the scene, and the Eidolon lashed out with his claw in that direction. Unfortunately, the Assassin was a master at throwing his voice, and he presently decloaked behind his adversary, this time with a garrote. This time, though, the Eidolon was ready, and his sword let out a roar - it was the screams of his previous victims, all melded together into one. It caused the Assassin to momentarily freeze up - and that was all he needed.
"You’re next, Assassin," he said, grinning, and he swung his sword while turning behind him. The Assassin was too slow in dodging, and the huge sword caught him in the chest and flung him sideways, right into the wall of the cathedral. Wasting no time, the Eidolon ran over. The Assassin withdrew a blue dagger from his cloak and made a last ditch gamble: it was now, or never. Using the wall as support, he leapt off the ground like a cat, aiming straight for the jugular. The blade caught, lodging itself in the Eidolon’s throat, causing his head to whip back and his body to stagger backwards. The Eidolon’s reflexive movement was to grab the Assassin, trapping him, while due to whiplash, his head whipped back, and the aforementioned spike lodged itself into the Assassin’s head.
The Eidolon pushed the Assassin off his spike, and the body slid to the floor with a sickening thump.
Spoiler:
The Assassin was Innocent!
The Assassin was worth 1528 gold. One third, 509 gold, will be given as spoils to the Eidolon. The remainder is divided among the two survivors of The Pack, 509 gold each.
Gold and points won and lost from betting:
Spoiler:
Final odds for Eidolon to win: 0.83:1
The following contestants have won gold and points from betting:
Brujah +20 gold, +120 points
Luonnotar +20 gold, +120 points
Lizardman +0 gold, +100 points
Pirate +41 gold, +141 points
Shaman +41 gold, +141 points
Beastmaster +83 gold, +183 points
Illusionist +0 gold, +100 points
The following contestants have lost gold from betting:
Satyr -200 gold
Dragonslayer -10 gold
The officials that hurried to attend the Eidolon were surprised to see him still standing, knife still lodged in his throat. He clearly didn't function like a mortal would, but still accepted the offered assistance to leave the arena. The Assassin's body traded places with the official to recount the results of the day's vote.
((YES!!!!! Not gonna lie Seon, I was late in buying equipment and thought that the fight was gonna go to you. Good Show!
And thanks to Lightfang and Niklas for describing me that way...I wasn't expecting as much so thankyou very much!! ))
History repeated itself daily in the contest, where the betting booth during the first half of the night was a desolate and forlorn place. The betting clerk official was just as happy, it meant he could sleep on the job.
Current betting odds:Divided Soul vs Engineer: N/A
24 hours until morning post.
Combatants, send in your battle ideas to LightFang!
All contestants, cast your bets, you lazy bums!
I don't believe that we should have set this fight up. If both the Engineer and Divided Soul arn't active, then I doubt they are of the Mark.
Perhaps we should take a look at the Golden Scarecrows since they have most of their team left where as the other teams that have survived only live on with a member or two.
It just seems suspicious to me that while the Mark cuts all other teams to ribbons, especially Phoenix Rising, The Golden Scarecrows have escaped the Marks attention...how is what I'm wondering...
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