The crowd cheared still louder yet, as they antisapated the match that was about to comence.
Turning his atenchon to Wolf, Phoenix addressed the wizard. "So my old friend how do you want to do this battle?"
Wolf pulls off his sheithed sword, slams the edged blade on the ground and leans on it like a walking stick. The sword is as tall as him.
"How about blade against blade for starters?" Wolf said with a smile.
"With or without armour?"
"Hmm, you have a point."
He lets go of the sword and it stays standing up by itself. His body starts to glow with a brilliant flash of light. After is dissappears. Wolf is wearing some black full plate armour with a cape flowing in the breeze.
"Very well," a smile crept on the face of the king as he drew his sword from it's sheath. The hilt oh the sword was 14" long on it's own, though it was gripped by only one hand while the hilt spread out at the guard resembling wings which spaned from side to side almost 13", while the blades length was 3.5'. He set the blade in front of him and stood in a fighting stance.
"Ready?' Phoenix questioned his oponent.
Wolf picks up his sword and slides off the sheath and throws it outside the arena. The double edged blade had ruins written down the length of the blade on both sides that were glowing white. He stood in his fighting stance as well.
"Ready!."
The drums start to beat harder, "ouu," the anouncer takes a step back. "All right, on to the match!" The drums beat faster and faster till they start to top off at a fast rythum. After a few seconds of this the anoucer moves a step forward again, "And begin!!"
The drums fall sighlent followed by a suden strike of a loud gong... followed by silence.
The two stand swords drawn staring at each other, just moving from side to side in silence.
"I hope he blinks soon my eye's are geting sore." Phoenix thought to himself after a few minutes of standing off.
"Come on Phoenix, blink already this is driving me crazy." Wolf thinks to himself. |
