Ancient Rome role play

-The announcer shouts out-

"Begin!!"

 

I slowly walk toward him

 

My right hand stays in my pocket as I continue walking towards him as my sword in hanging by my side.

 

- I glance at Prince Salrion wondering if anyone knows why I'm here and the importance of Criss. Winning -

 

-I look at sal and then back to the scene in the ring-

 

-I sit on the edge of my seat my elbows resting on my knees. My hands are folded with my chin resting on them. I watch the fight intently praying Criesseous wins-

 

I look up- geat night for a fight isn't it- calls to him

 

-I laugh in my head at sals intensity-

 

- I sit there in silence -

 

I take my eyes off him and look right at Taylor with a little saddness

 

When he's off guard, I place my blade at his throat.
"Never. Take your eyes of the opponent."
I slowly lower my sword

 

- I look back at him with hope and motion for him to pay attention -

 

Smiles- you know you don't have to die to night - follows his body's momentum and dries the princes sword to the ground kicking him away-

 

- i gasp, I feel like I just had a mini heart attack and watch the fight praying-

 

-I tense up as the blade is put to his throat-

(btw Tony the guy ur rping as right now isn't ur actual char. Just wanted to make that clear)

 

His kick only makes a small impact on me so I take a small step back, my facial expression staying motionless

 

-I find myself watching sals reactions.-

 

[Ohhhh. Jeez. -.- Should've told me that earlier.]

 

-The announcer shouts out-

"That was a close one for Criesseous!"

 

- I notice Salrion tense up and feel relieved that he was on Crisseous' side -