<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e4/d3/6b/e4d36bd0b51d54b20556f5ec74997243.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Xenyora Kytahn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15851579#msg15851579)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> <em>Green</em><br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Monk<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Food Stalls, Ming Ming's Shop &amp; Smithy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shiloh<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Feyrun, General Ralot, Onion Knight</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Feyrun was pacing back and forth, nervous for his friend, but excited to see him in action, and happy that Xen got to fight a strong opponent. He loved nothing more than fighting someone worth his time...well that and good food. He would stay behind during the fight itself, but he would be cheering his best friend on the entire time. "Remember, you represent not only the Walkers, but all of Vajraana. Make us proud." He slapped his flaming tail against Xen's back with a loud THWACK and the sting seemed to invigorate Xen and get him all fired up. "I didn't travel all this way to disappoint. Let's do this."<br/><br/> Leaning down, he patted Feyrun vigorously, then began his entrance as the announcer was introducing his opponent. He was a Dragoon who went by Tristan Highwind. Dragoon's were a peculiar class, using powerful jumps to leap across the battlefield and drop down with their halberds and spears. They also wore if Xen was honest, incredibly <em>badass</em> looking armor. And to make things even more interesting, it seemed his opponent was one of the best fighters in his entire unit, and that unit was under the General. When the sunlight became more than just a gentle beam filling the entrance to his side of the arena, he knew it was time. Offering one last toothy smile back at Fey, he walked out into the arena with his hands balled into fists and his arms pumping high above his head. <br/><br/>His new armor was in high contrast against his skin and really showed off not only his form, but the skill of the craftsman who created it. "Aaaaaaand his opponent! A traveler joining us alllllll the way from Naravan across the sea, he is a member of the monastic order of warrior monks known far and wide as the Path Walkers, and one of their most promising young fighters!!! A large and vicious warrior known to have killed many monsters on the stormy mountain with his bare hands as <em>training</em>!!! <br/><br/>The Dragon Monk, Xenyora Kytaaaaaahhhhhhn!!!!" As he was introduced, he bowed to the crowd, the announcer, and his opponent. Then like Tristan, he began to warm up, throwing light jabs and kicks that were just to limber him up, but the form and technique was impeccable and any true fighter would see the fundamentals in his movements. His tail was wrapped around his waist, resembling a belt like most times, and his scales glinted ever so slightly in the sunlight. "I have never fought a Dragoon before, but the tales of your skill reach far and wide. Ilook forward to testing myself against you," he said with a friendly smile and the burning desire for a good fight apparent in his eyes.<br/><br/></span><br/>