His opponent wasn't hard to spot, decked out entirely in silver armor that shone like a torch in the sun. A strange and deadly-looking warrior, but Dominu would hardly be fit for the arena if he was scared by how someone's armor and blade looked. He smirked as the enemy drew his blade and prepared for combat, figuring this would be an easy fight if all he had going for him was a melee weapon. "I hope you're ready," he called across the bridge as he raised his hand and stepped forward, ready to start off the match himself...<br/><br/>At 2012-07-02 12:48:07, Dominu (uid: 19211) rolls: 1d20 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39188)<br/>At 2012-07-02 12:48:23, Vulpae (uid: 19211) rolls: 1d20 Result: 10 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39189)<br/><br/>Of course, as always, nothing in the arena was safe no matter how innocent it looked. The wood planks on the bridge gave way as soon as Dominu stepped onto it, causing the mage to fall and just barely catch himself on the ledge. He thought he would be okay for a moment, but as he hung there, he realized there were slits on the wall below the bridge and summoned chains to pull himself out of the way, avoiding being cut to pieces as the blade trap swung out from the wall, but getting light wounds across his legs and abdomen in the process.<br/><br/><strong>Dominu - 4<br/>Vulpae - 5</strong>