Palladium, 6th Century

[Renekin Skywalker]

"Twentieth century, foolish little boy." Streetwise chided. "Though, your ancestor certainly will have proven more an adversary then you are about to."

[albatross]

"We'll see." The giant sword flickers out in a strange arcing pattern, not quite at Streetwise body, instead a cunning called strike seemingly for his sword.

Sword Strike: [dice=20]+10

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[Renekin Skywalker]

"We'll see?" Streetwise counters. "I was there when it came out. You can rest assured that song was from the twentieth century."

And he parries the attack...

Parry: [dice=20]+7

Also, for his attack, he cast telekinesis on himself.[rand=92787159450000713229686217659725122452921597075995491999675114092]

[albatross]

Fakir laughs, "Oh, I trust you on the song." As he shifts his stance, a bouqet of roses flys out of the crowd at Streetwise. [dice=20]+7 Flower sellers roam the crowd, providing flowers intended to be showered on victors as they stand over their dead by an appreciative crowd. Fakir frowns at the flowers, and his eyes flick to the crowd as if he is looking for someone he did not expect to see. "We'll see if I can exceed my accursed ancestor."[rand=342226913462115358349020603334394276264878757417627628221242293916]

[Renekin Skywalker]

Using telekinesis, Streetwise pulls down the Fakir's descendent's pants, in a gesture with his hand, more to embarass him further. "Asscursed, eh? Howso?"

[albatross]

The telekinesis has no effect on Fakir, as if he were too far away or the pants too heavy.

The roses bounce harmlessly off Streetwise to fall to the dirt in the arena. Fakir looks Streetwise in the eyes now, and he isn't smiling. "I don't have all the pieces yet, but his failure was fatal, contrary to clairvoyant's expectations and a tragedy to both himself and his world."

Fakir swings the sword again this time one handed, but the swing is just a feint, there is no way it would hit Streetwise. Instead, Fakir jumps in with his first.

[dice=20]+10

He watches Streetwise carefully as he strikes, judging his reaction.
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[Renekin Skywalker]

Stll having telekinesis, Streetwise has a thought. While he parries, he pulls a nostril hair with his mind.

Parry: [dice=20]+7=10

Strike on TK: [dice=20]+6=9[rand=108474009340888918481194708830716157967476898181364516233311657205]

[albatross]

The rest of the group hasn't discovered anything poisonous yet, though there are many interesting things to eat. Flower sellers stop by and there are also platters of symbols that seem to be some kind of communication system. People in the crowd drop symbols into a bucket, and gladiators pull them out, but nothing further happens at the moment with the symbols and most of the crowd is watching Fakir and Streetwise fight and drinking heavily.

Streetwise telekinesis doesn't work on Fakir's nostril either. And Fakir's punch connects, but he pulls it.

[dice=4]+25. Half damage is 13.

Fakir darts back as if to see the impact of the punch on Streetwise, gauging him.[rand=12957750937823087759128724590400522526445868111517434822905744726]

[Renekin Skywalker]

"Oh!" Streetwise bellows, as much for the crowd's drama. "Oh! You've hurt me..." He crouches. "A killing blow..."

After a second, he stands upright again, waving his hands cheerfully. "Nah, I'm alright. Child, you must learn something important. That sound of your supporters? That's the sound of one hand clapping."

[albatross]

Fakir steps back and picks up one of the roses that is on the ground. "You don't normally talk this much in a fight do you?" He shrugs, "Who are you really? Are we enemies? What does this even mean?" He wiggles the flower in his hand.

"Oh," he says as the crowd grows restless. He kicks sand at Fakir's eyes. "Got to keep fighting I suppose. The crowd is rather single minded."

[dice=20]+10 The sand sails clear over Streetwise head. Fail.[rand=021358703394162574125319381049135141326254564858148081704026400778]

[shiivster]

Aki's head tilts to the side as she studies the fight. she's a little confused by 'why' the fight needs to happen. she understands territorial fights, leadership right fights and even survival fights. from what she sees, what is happening out there is none of the above.

*she scratches her head and wonders a few more thoughts to herself before looking to the audience. perhaps they will answer questions. the inhuman forms just confuses her even more.

'i am lost. the fight is not about what i know. is .. wrong?'

*to the others, is she wrong or just really dense. she settles on the floor and leans against the wall and closes the eyes. from all she's seen, she isn't much help. she is too small to be of help. in fact the world she knows is too far removed from the others that she is lost before speaking. she thinks it will be a good time to be silent and let the others do what they need. she will observe and learn about this new 'animal' and the rules it lives by. she just hopes that she'll know what to do when its time.

[Renekin Skywalker]

Streetwise doesn't dodge the sand. "You call those puzzles?" He asks, tauntingly. "Poor boy, this goes longer that you know, and begins with your end."

And, he fires a shadow blast, using 10 PPE, and causing a potential damage of 10D4 SDC if it hits.

Strike: [dice=20]+6=10

Damage: [dice=4] [dice=4] [dice=4] [dice=4] [dice=4] [dice=4] [dice=4] [dice=4] [dice=4] [dice=4] = 20 SDC if it hit.[rand=1365037410351182496051186070239570324827765840067811749849631884]

[shiivster]

Yumi sniffs about and then tries to find a way past the various things and obstacles. tis beady eyes ponder the next step then figures a way past one challenge and heads to the next part past the cage, back on the trail. her smaller compact body sticks to the shadows and uses all sorts of items for cover and hides behind them.

[dice=20] JIC
[dice=100] JIC[rand=5239502474330242284610864946919847911159833370701016603677712063502]

[albatross]

Fakir grins and simultaneously attacks, stepping forward with amazing speed.

[dice=20]+7=14

He reaches out to put Streetwise in an automatic wristlock. Ducking under Streetwise' wing, yanking the wrist into an uncomfortable locked position, with Fakir just behind him.

Then his other hand whips out to crack against Streetwise's neck.

Knife-hand Knockout

[dice=20]+7=10

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[Renekin Skywalker]

Streetwise opts to parry both moves.

Parry: [dice=20]+7=19
Parry: [dice=20]+7=25

And, in retaliation, swipes to remove the boy's belt/pants with his sword. Without his belt, the theory goes, the boy's pants will fall, and he'll be laughed off the field.

Strike: [dice=20]+6=22
Damage to his belt/pants: [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] +19= 38 SDC[rand=5878484203362771351608130945480869313559901903788308735946994354]