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He thought for sure that the women would use her watery tentacle and end him right there, yet she did not. Her words gave him some insight as to why though, she wanted him to beg? That train of thought was actually something The First Mate understood all too well. There many pirates in the seas that wanted the satisfaction of breaking a man down, having him beg before killing him. The First Mate always attributed it to a bit of an ego, but the women before him he wasn’t sure.

“Beg? Now yer startin’ to come ‘round!” He said with a laugh, though it sounded more like a croak. His eyes widened as that tentacle came swinging towards him again. On his knees there wasn’t much he could do. What he did was draw his left hand back, the one holding his main-gauche and sling it at the women just before he was toppled back by the tendril. It lacked power he knew, she was toying with him.

“Finally, four play!” He croaked on his back, groaning and holding his chest with his left hand, while his right still held his saber out to his side. He looked up into the sky. Yea, he was going to die of that he was sure.

The weapon he had thrown surely hadn’t been meant for it and it was a heavier weapon to boot, used for blocking blades. There was a very, very small chance it could sink in like some throwing dagger and be lethal, they weren’t very far apart. What was more likely to happen, he realized, is that if it hit her it could leave a bruise or small cut and likely simply piss her off. He looked on the bright-side though, he would be defiant till the very end.

He picked his head up to look and see if anything came of throwin it and if the watery tendril was still there to continue giving him his whooping.
I've dedicated my time to several other threads as this one is taking it's time.

I'll have to pull back my interest. Hope all goes well for everyone.
@Doc Doctor Posted. I think I got the body mechanics right based on what you had said before.

If you have any questions don't hestitate to ask. :)
Nicoli’s words were cut short as Zande stepped in for the attack. It was what he had been hoping for, his words had been calculated as such. Nicoli was stranger to tactical diversions, using slight of hand to gain the advantage. It was his trade after all. Most of the time such tactics worked and a prolonged fight never occurred. Nicoli saw such tactics as tests, and if his opponents passed those tests then they were worth the challenge, if not, well then they were often times dead.

It was safe to say that Nicoli rarely ever fell to such tactics, he was always expecting them. The two had been lined up across from one another, so when Zande stepped forward with his left foot to step on Nicoli’s it meant that he had to cross a leg in front of the other. Why the man didn’t simply try to step on Nicoli’s right foot he didn’t know. A set up for something else?

Nicoli wasn’t in a habit of getting stepped on in general so when Zande expanded Nicoli contracted, his left was brought back and slighty to his right. With his right foot he took a small half step to his right, his left hand moved to the hilt of his short-sword to draw it unless prevented and his right dropped to a pouch on his hip. Small talk was over it seemed.

Should everything be avoided it would mean that Nicoli now faced Zande’s left side and for him to face Nicoli would mean that he would likely have to bring his left foot back across and turn, or complete a spin move of some sort.

Yea... Nicoli is a bastard. But he's a bastard with a sense of... umm... err.. you know, bastardness?

Nice attack. Well thought out.

My question is in your character profile you describe them as three 8 inch claws. I imagine they are curved? So when you step on something they dig in with the weight of his body?
Sounds good.

I'll just wait... I guess.
The food, the guards, the competitors. Nicoli realized that this tournament was quiet the ordeal, yet he had never heard of it before and he was curious as to what the qualifications had been for him to be selected. He also had to wonder what the host of this tournament was going to receive? No one ever did anything for free, there was always some ulterior motive. He plopped another grape in his mouth as he thought about these questions.

As he chewed the grape he brought his left hand up to his goggles and pressed a button, a blue lens appeared over each eye. There was no reason not to gather any information he could now. Information was valuable and anything he learned could potentially be used later, especially if these were all of the combatants. He turned slowly as he ate another grape, letting the magic of his goggles reveal what information they could. The blue lens specifically made magical energies present. Nicoli wouldn’t be able to get much information unless he took the time to study each aura, which he wouldn’t. A quick run-down was all that was needed for now.

He turned about, eyes passing over the hulking poorly mannered Gonad. The man appeared a simple brute with an impressive stature. Nicoli didn’t see a single magical aura about the man. He was surprised and based on pure appearance assumed he would be the easiest to deal with if he was to be his first opponent.

Next he came across the female, Sirena, and the multitude of swords that were strapped to her. Nicoli recognized each weapon for what it was, but why she had so many he couldn’t say. Even to carry such an amount had to elude to a certain amount of physical strength beyond what was normal. Like the barbarian before Nicoli didn’t see any magical auras around the weapons. Which meant that the women was really carrying them and there weren’t lightened with magic somehow. His gaze moved on.

The came to rest on what Nicoli thought was the most interesting of the bunch, Drallnix. The man was even larger than the barbarian and clad in thick and heavy armor. The ethereal purple eyes certainly spoke of some form of magic to Nicoli and when he looked upon the Lich with magic his whole form radiated it. His gaze lingered most on Drallnix as the magical items he wore became apparent to Nicoli. Again, he could discern anything specific about them, but the fact they were magic meant that special attention would need to be paid to them if he had to fight that towering mountain of metal.

Continuing to look around he came next to Olukayde. Nicoli was certain that this …thing, wasn’t human. What he was though Nicoli couldn’t say, his appearance was completely foreign to him. Like the barbarian and armored man Olu was incredibly tall, much taller than Nicoli. It was a competition of giants it seemed, where him and the girl were certainly outclassed based on physical perception. Nothing became readily apparent to Nicoli’s blue tinted vision and so he moved onwards.

A man with wings was next, at least he looked like a man to Nicoli. He was around a similar height as Nicoli but based on appearance he was much skinnier, though Nicoli deduced it probably helped for flight, assuming the wings were for more than show. He made a special note of the blade he wore, it was the only weapon he could see and then moved along and continued to gather what information he could.

Are we just posting as we like with no order until our matches start?

That's what it looks like to me, I just want to verify.
@yoshua171

The changes were made a bit ago. So, feel free to post whenever.
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