Ancient Rome role play

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Fashionista2, Oct 21, 2011.

  1. -I raise my hand to Takon signaling to wait a moment. I shout out to the announcer-

    "I have a few terms!! One: I do not want the gold! Two: If Criesseous wins I want him to get the wooden sword immediately. He has served his time! And three: This is not going to be a battle to the death! The first to bleed loses!"
     
  2. -I sigh and sit back down but I'm still uneasy.-
     
  3. Nods to prince sal- sir I wish you the best of luck-readys himself again-
     
  4. -The announcer thinks a moment and nods-

    "The terms are accepted! Both of you fight well!"
     
  5. I nod and watch him carefully -
     
  6. -I turn and bow to Criesseous. I draw my sword-

    "To you as well."
     
  7. -The announcer shouts out-

    "Begin!!"
     
  8. - I glance at them in realization -

    " fox it's ok Salrion is doing what I wanted to do he is getting Crisseous what he deserves "
     
  9. -I whisper under my breath-

    Sal I love you....

    (check 6 Roleplay.... Sal...)
     
  10. My battle instincts take over as I slowly walk around-
     
  11. -Years of training kick into affect. Many of my teaching pound in my head. Always strike first. . I sprint up and leap into into the air swing at Criesseous as I do.-
     
  12. - I hear fox but pretend not to -
     
  13. I smile turning my self o the side making my self a small target I toppiling sal pushing his back into the ground-
     
  14. -I quickly spin my swing going wide. I use the momentum from his push turning it into a handspring. I land nimbly taking up a ready stance-

    "Very good."
     
  15. Smiles- two types of fighting strike first or read first - quickly runs at sal and as I am dragging my left sword drawing up dust as ti jump over sal blades spinging right for his head-
     
  16. -I bury my head in my hands. Too afriadto watch-
     
  17. - I keep watching nervously -
     
  18. -I close my eyes to avoid the dust. I visualize the attack in my minds eye. I block his left sword with mine and in a lightning fast movement flick my wrist my hidden blade shooting out of its sheath in the gauntlet. I deflect his right sword with it-
     
  19. Smiles as I slide to te right a cloud of dust hiding me from the torch light I take this moment to think of my sister-
     
  20. (a senior at my school just died from ODing)