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[~echo~]

Valgar watched with detached disinterest as his son sparred several knights in a row. At least the bastard could swing a sword, although that barely made a difference to the king. King Valgar was immensely trained and talented with his broadsword. When he heard his name called, he looked around, eyes half-closed as though bored. He made his way down to the arena and eyed his bastard son, unsheathing his sword and casting the sheath aside.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori wiped the sweat from his brow and sighs slightly. He straightens and bows politely, no look of recognition in his eyes. He quietly adjusted the small steel shield on his arm and allowed the sabre to catch the sunlight," Father." He greets simply

[~echo~]

"You," he replied with a look of repulse on his face. "Shall we begin?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Have you never dueled before? We must wait until the game master says we can," Rori replies, sighing, glancing at the nobles, many of whom looked disapprovingly at the King. Eolande began to look slightly uncomfortable... It was clear the crowd was siding with Rori-

Suddenly the horn blasts, announcing the match to begin.

[~echo~]

(I didn't know that.)

The king glared at the crowd and then at Rori, keeping his cool and holding up his sword in a defensive position.

[CrimsonMoon]

(It's ok xD)

Rori stepped forward gracefully, his sheild slamming into King Valgar's heavy blade aside, his sabre slamming into the King's chest, knocking the air from his lungs

[~echo~]

(Whoa, I can't react if you do so many things in one post! Again, that's kinda powerplaying- Valgar could have reacted in a way that made the air not be knocked from his chest.)

Valgar kept his sword in his hand despite the blow he had taken and staggered a little. However, Valgar was a big man and Rori barely moved him when he hit him. He then used his knee to kick at Rori's groin.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori lightly stepped out of range, the absence of heavy armor to hinder his movements allowing from much quicker movements. He swung at Valgar with his sabre outstretched, his sheild head near his body to block an incoming counter attack

[~echo~]

Valgar parried the blow with ease, then using the hilt of his sword to hit him in the chest.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori's sheild, alas was there to take the blow, a sharp, clear clang like a bell peircing the quiet air. The small sheild redirecting the blow to the side. His sabre meanwhile whistled as it struck the King's exposed flank.

[~echo~]

His heavy armor absorbed most of the blow while he attempted to dodge. He then used his shield to push Rori.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori allows the sheild to shove him back, hooking his smaller sheild about the King's and suddenly wrenching back with enough force for the Kingg's shoulder to be dislocated, his sabre close

[~echo~]

Valgar cringed as his shoulder was bruised from the force, nearly dislocating it. This only made him mad, however, and he kicked Rori in the shin, dancing backwards.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori winced and advances, slam his smaller shield into King Valgar's with a roar. the shock traveling through bother their bodies as his sabre lashed out once more in a stabbing motion