<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> Combat Arena Main Stage<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tristan Highwind<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Xenyora returned Tristan's smile as he approached, his frighteningly sharp pearly whites on display. He was already going over the myriad of ways this fight could start, evolve, and finish. A true warrior was always trying to peer a step or two ahead to get an advantage from the slightest thing. If he stood funny on one leg, that was a possible injury for example, and just one of a near infinite number of tells and hints you could use to get a leg up in the fight. Tristan wasn't displaying anything noteworthy at the moment though, which only increased the anxious energy building up inside Xen as him not being able to see a weakness only showcased how strong this fighter was.<br/><br/> Most excellent. He said he'd never fought a Dragon Monk before, and Xen couldn't help chuckle when he explained what a Dragoon was. "Not many have, as I am the only one. And as much as I yearn to travel the world to hone my skills against the best opponents I can find, this is actually the first opportunity I've had to leave my home. And I do know the purpose and specialty of the Dragoon unit. Would you mind if I ask you to kill those dragons over there before we start?" He playfully pointed to the monstrous beasts that saw them as nothing more than a potential meal if they didn't get out of the ring fast enough. <br/><br/>They'd just proven that with the scientist Shiloh had defeated. "I would rather avoid getting eaten alive today if I can help it." He shook the man's hand firmly, gripping it tight but not trying to crush his hand in a show of disrespect. This was a fight, but they were warriors, not savages. Tristan told him he wouldn't be pulling his punches, and Xen nodded his head in 100% agreement. "Thank you. I only want to fight you at your best and I'm sure you want to fight me at mine. Anything less than that is a waste of both our time." The Dragoon didn't step back to the starting line, and just stayed right where he was. <br/><br/>Xen instantly knew the man's mind and just nodded again, not moving from where he stood either. Their fight, wherever it ended, would start right here. Good. Most excellent. He cast a quick look at the announcer, then looked back at Tristan and focused only on him. He heard the announcement for the start of the fight, but that wasn't as important as keeping his eyes pinned on Tristan, because as soon as they were given the green light, an armored boot was swishing up from the Dragoon's side coming right for Xen's head. The Monk could've gone for a dodge as the kick was no frills and very straight forward. But he couldn't feel his opponent out if he didn't know what it felt like to get hit by him. <br/><br/>Obviously the point in a fight was to hit your opponent while not getting hit, but sometimes you had to know what you were getting into. So he absorbed the hit, raising his elbow up in a guard to block his strike and allowing the force to knock him sideways a good 5-6 feet. He landed on the point of his back foot, quickly spinning to turn it into his pivot and slamming his other leg down behind him for balance, then put his arms out in front of him in a fighting stance while looking at his fellow warrior. The impact was sharp and heavy, meaning Tristan had definitely earned all the praise he'd gotten and this would definitely be an amazingly fun exchange.<br/><br/> "Your armor and spear almost made me forget that Dragoons are famous for their powerful kicks and jumps. You do not disappoint." Xen leaned forward ever so slightly, then launched forward like a striking snake. When he got within range of Tristan, he faked a left hook, then used to momentum to chamber his right fist and suddenly swing down with an overhand right, then continuing to spin whether it landed or not and following up with a frankly impossible looking scorpion kick that snapped his leg over his back toward Tristan's undefended back and head. No one expected a man as big and tall as him to be as fast and flexible as he was...that helped a lot in fights he'd admit. He'd always had this ability to "see" when an extra opportunity to get in a hit was present and his instincts always told him when to take that chance, and this time he did, hoping the Dragoon would be taken off guard at least the first time by his rapid fire one-two combo.<br/><br/><br/></span><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Tier:</strong> Green</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Level:</strong> 1/10</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>HP:</strong> 19        <strong>MP:</strong> 9</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>PA:</strong> 12       <strong>PD:</strong></span> 13</td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>MA:</strong> 7         <strong>MD:</strong> 9</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Luck:</strong> 0</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>XP:</strong> 0/10</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Word Count:</strong> 792</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/>