Sightles

When the Flames Die

Hey, Quad, you posting soon?

When the Flames Die

Hey, guys! Plans changed and that didn't go like I expected them to. I'll be able to stay around!

When the Flames Die

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When the Flames Die

No worries, man. Catch ya tomorrow

When the Flames Die

Thomas made his way to the dirt runway, making it there before his opponent. As he stepped onto the fine dirt, he slid his armnet over his head. Thomas looked like a well-decorated, shiny tank at this point. He closed the visor to his armnet, and place his hand on the hilt of Harmony, awaiting his opponent to make his own way down to the arena. Thomas hated this armor, especially when it came to fighting on foot with it. Light Fighting was based on dodging and counter-strikes, but in this armor he'd have to focus more on standing and taking hits. Thomas couldn't afford to be dodging around in this suit of armor, it would tire him out far too quickly, and a tired fighter is a losing fighter. Thomas gazed at the stands, through the small slit of his helmet, gazing over the audience that was here to watch him either succeed, or fail. Thomas readied himself as the trumpets once again sounded, and he changed his gaze to his opponent. Thomas brought his sword to his chest, holding it with both hands, waiting to see how his opponent would start out.

When the Flames Die

Thomas made his way to the dirt runway, making it there before his opponent. As he stepped onto the fine dirt, he slid his armnet over his head. Thomas looked like a well-decorated, shiny tank at this point. He closed the visor to his armnet, and place his hand on the hilt of Harmony, awaiting his opponent to make his own way down to the arena. Thomas hated this armor, especially when it came to fighting on foot with it. Light Fighting was based on dodging and counter-strikes, but in this armor he'd have to focus more on standing and taking hits. Thomas couldn't afford to be dodging around in this suit of armor, it would tire him out far too quickly, and a tired fighter is a losing fighter. Thomas gazed at the stands, through the small slit of his helmet, gazing over the audience that was here to watch him either succeed, or fail.

When the Flames Die

Thomas nodded at Jezin's response, and turned to look at the crowd for a moment, before turning his attention back to Jezin, "Well, now is as good as a time as any to go get ready for my match. I'll see you afterwards, Jezin." Thomas said, bowing slightly as he left his friend and made his way to his tent once more. As he entered, he walked over to the table, where sat a pitcher of wine, along with an empty glass. Thomas poured a glass, and downed the wine in one swig. Putting the glass back down, Thomas turned to his armor, which set on it's decoration stand once more. Thomas began the long process of taking off garments, and adding armor, once more, until he was fully decked out in his Champion's armor once more. As Thomas finished donning his armor, he grasped his white Order cape, and clasped it to his armor, then proceeded to strap his sword to his side, along with a small dirk attached to his other. As Thomas exited the tent, to start heading back to the runway, he grabbed his armnet with a white plum in one hand, and started his journey back.

When the Flames Die

"I have no idea, although I'm fairly eager to find out." Thomas replied, as he gazed back to the dirt runway that was still converted to be a melee pit, "I'm hoping this isn't the year my old age starts getting to me." Thomas added, with a chuckle. It was hard to believe the youthful looking man was 34, when he cut the appearance of more of a man in is early twenties. "Might want to play it safe, by the way. You can win all your matches, up until the final, but if Sir Redwyne is in the finals along with you, you have to make sure you aren't tired, or wounded." Thomas spoke, giving advice to Jezin. Redwyne Cole was the type of man to attack relentlessly, and never give up on his attacks, especially if his opponent was tired.

When the Flames Die

"Indeed, I did. That was excellent fighting on your part. You're an expert with that spear." Thomas complimented as he smiled. "No worries, my jousting wasn't anything impressive. I'm in the finals, however." Thomas added, as he examined Jezin head to toe. "Doesn't seem like your opponent did a good job find his mark." Thomas commented, as he noticed the lack of visible injury to Jezin. Thomas crossed his arms as he talked to Jezin. The knight was definitely a force to be reckoned with, and the fight with the farmer was not an accurate picture on what the knight was capable of. Everyone who was ever taught to fight a certain way, and to defend a certain way, can be caught off-guard by wild combat such as the man had shown, "I think I'm going to be competing next. Will you be staying around to watch?" Thomas asked,interested if the knight was going to catch some rest, or watch the next round.

When the Flames Die

As Jezin walked off the field, Thomas called out to him, as he was not too far away, "Jezin, over here!" Thomas called out, over the new person who had struck up conversation with him. The person had not yet afforded him the respect of her name, and instead wished to delve straight into conversation. Thomas wanted to speak with Jezin about the match, and if he was still feeling healthy. Thomas would have to compete soon, and no doubt Jezin would be watching Thomas. Thomas still relished for the chance to fight Jezin, more than anything.