Character: Kirxu Layrinth of the Concord<br/>Location: the arena<br/>Players nearby:??<br/>Time: Noon<br/><br/>Kirxu stepped forward selecting a light dagger and a long sword.  He would examine the edges with his fingers, one could never be too careful.  Satisfied that the edges were dulled and that he couldn't cause lasting damage, he stepped forward onto the pitch.  He crossed the blades and set them down kneeling to pick up some sand.  He rubbed has hands together to improve his grip.  Even the marked fingerless gloves only aided so much.  A smirk spread across his lips.  He looked across the sandbox at his new play mate.  Erik had selected a large two handed weapon.  With a twirl of the blades and a flourish of the sword, he pointed the long sword toward his opponent.  The brutish 6'8" man wielded the sword one handed, which while impressive was largely a waste of energy.  Kirxu tapped his metal braces together and readied himself for the fun.<br/><br/>"You are a little man,"  Erik Snarled through his teeth, "it will bring me great pleasure to crush you."<br/>Kirxu had anticipated as much, with muscles that big a blunt instrument was as hazardous as any blade.  If he wasn't careful he could literally lose his head.<br/>Kirxu and Erik Helmers both looked over at the judge.<br/>The official rose from his chair and cleared his throat, "Combatants ready? BEGIN!"<br/>Kirxu's eyes snapped back to his opponent but he kept his body turned aside.<br/>Erik roared and tore down the pitch towards his seemingly meek opponent.  The blade raised to his right and oncoming quickly.  He swung forward in an attempt to end the fight quickly.<br/>Kirxu ducked down and rolled past his thundering opponent.  with speed and a little luck he had all but vanished from before the barbaric opponent.  Kirxu swung with the long sword. Landing the flat of his blade on the flat of the man's back, with a wet slap.<br/>As Kirxu spun away from the predictable backslash Erik had expected the movement and kicked the flat of his blade outward allowing him to alter the direction of the blade suddenly.  The blade arced in the air towards the deft dodger.<br/>Kirxu was astonished at this movement as it required amazing precision, however he had trained against surprises and as he lowered his stance he hooked his dagger on the edge of the cleaving blade and shoved it upward away from himself.  It was a slight change in direction and allowed the blade to pass harmlessly over his head.<br/>Erik's eyes widened in surprise, but he kept the momentum of the sword rolling and brought it up and over his head for a downward swing.<br/>The rogue knew he could finish this.  As the blade came down he stepped to his side and fell towards Erik.  This rendered the large sword worthless.  He then rolled around and struck decisively at the back of the man's skull.<br/>The sudden pressure to the spinal column made Erik gurgle as his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed, unconscious.<br/>Kirxu set the weapons aside and looked to the official of the tournament.  He awaited Judgement.