<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;"> He knew his new friend couldn't hear his words of encouragement, but like every fan in the crowded stands, he shouted them regardless, hoping that the combined audio based chaos would reach her and she'd get the morale boost everyone in her corner wanted. From the beginning it was obvious that this fight was between "mortals" in comparison to the godlike display the General and the Knight had put on for them. Some who'd only come for the spectacle and the carnage complained, but Xen loved and admired the art of combat in all it's forms. Archery, weaponizing chemicals, fighting dirty, or using the most complicated techniques known to man. <br/><br/>A true bout between combatants wasn't just about their skills and what flashy techniques they had access to. It was about their heart, soul, and willingness to <em>push</em> to extremes for victory. While Shiloh was under the effects of his flasks, Bart drank an elixir, then ripped the arrow out and by squinting, Xen's ridiculous eyesight allowed him to see the man's flesh knitting itself back together. It happened quickly and in seconds the only reminder he'd been shot with an arrow was a bloody smear on his arm and the hole in his clothes. He tried to read the pair's lips, but he couldn't concentrate over the sheer volume and excitement of everyone around them. He only knew they were conversing, and Shiloh's own arrow had sliced her flesh. <br/><br/>Her blood was extremely vibrant against her pale skin, and to his reptilian eyes it was like night and day. She was still lining up her shot as Bart broke into a run, tossing another flask at her as he went. Xen figured whatever she had been hit with before was still messing with her, because there was no way a skilled archer took that long to fire at a solitary target the size of a man. Bart's concoction connected with Shiloh, and from the steam that began to hiss up from her clothes and skin, he could tell it was corrosive. The pain she must've been in was immense, but she showed her skill in ignoring the pain and launching her arrow as true as it could fly. He tracked it from release, to it's final resting point in Bart's throat. <br/><br/>Surprisingly it didn't kill him instantly, but the impact stopped his movement and made him drop another vial he'd prepared, and the damage it did to the hard stone beneath him made him fear for Shiloh's safety if he'd been able to hit her with it. A warrior no matter his discipline or style could tell when the death blow had been struck in a fight. A perfectly aimed punch to the chin, a blow that stopped the heart from beating, plunging a blade through your opponent, or embedding an arrow in their throat. You knew the signs to look for, and Bart's immediate disinterest in continuing the fight, only in saving himself confirmed it. <br/><br/>He fell to the ground weakly, and in no time at all a massive dragon had landed, claiming him as it's prize for a fight it wasn't even involved in. He said a silent prayer for the chemist, for he would not die a warrior. He would die as food for a mindless beast. It was not his own dishonor though, so Xen prayed extra hard that he received the warrior's blessing. As Shiloh began to leave the arena, and Bart left this mortal coil, Xen and Feyrun were rising from their seats and headed down to the backstage area for competitors. He'd been told he was fighting next after Shiloh, so with her fight done he had no more time to waste. <br/><br/>He entered the area just in time to see her taken away to be treated, and muscling past the medical staff as they were preparing, he looked down at her pale, weak looking self, smiling as to him she instead appeared as a Valkyrie, a maiden of war who'd proven her skill on the battlefield. "Your victory was hard fought, and well earned, Shiloh. I'm glad I met you. Now rest well, my match is up next and I hope I can bring my people as much honor as you've brought yours." He put a gentle hand on her unburned flesh, smiled again, then turned to leave. Apparently one of the staff had been pulling at him to move away, but he hadn't noticed. "I look forward to telling you of my victory after you recover," he said over his shoulder as he left the room. Upon his exit, he was guided to the backstage entrance to the arena, and there he waited for the signal to enter and show these people the dedication of a Path Walker.<br/><br/></span><br/>