Post by Garoten Reklor on Nov 8, 2006 22:38:44 GMT
Falkan slowly pushed open the street door of the hotel and made his way to the bar area, hood still over his head. It was raining in the city of Esperanza, and - much to the chagrin of the would-be thugs of Esperanza - Falkan had been wandering the streets ever since being returned from his match with Kihaku.
Still dripping, he stood in the door of the hotel bar and surveyed the room full of tounament fans celebrating and/or mourning the various outcomes of round four. Most of them were drunk.
Fools. An amateur could kill everyone in this room right now with little difficulty. Not one person here has his wits about him...
As he took a seat at the counter and asked for water, his name on one of the many screens in the room cauth the V'alcan's eye. It was a tournament update, as if anyone in Esperanza needed it.
FALKAN VS. KIHAKU...FINAL RESULT...KIHAKU WINS, 3-2...CHAMPIONSHIP MATCHES TO BE ANNOUNCED SOON...
Reval 'hmphed' and took a drink of water, finally allowing the hood of his heavy cloak to slide off of his head. He could have cared less about the scores. Kihaku had been a fantastic opponent to fight, and that was enough. All told, he would be glad when the tournament was over and he could get back to his quest. This was now twice some Dragonian event had interfered with his true mission. Fortunately for him, the time disruption between Dragonia and Faeredone meant he didn't have to rush. According to his initial contact with Apps, the weeks he had been on Dragonia ammounted to less than two hours in the Realm. For the first time in years, the Lone Warrior of the V'alcans had the time to simply sit and reflect...
"HEY! There's that Falkan chump! The one who cost me my life savings!"
Someone in the back of the room was causing a stir. Without so much as turning his head, Falkan knew the guy was a large fellow, armed with some sort of dagger, and had knocked a drink over in getting up from his chair. And that he had lost a bet.
As the heavy footsteps approached him from behind, interlaced with the complaints of other patrons, Falkan paid no attention to the man's accusations:
"I wanna know how you cheated, Mister, and I wanna know now! I put all my money on Nishaio when he blew you into that mountian, and somehow you came back! I think it was a set-up,"
The man had stopped behind Falkan and leaned around him, putting the blade of his dagger against the V'alcan's throat.
"but I wanna know what you have to say." he hissed.
The movements came with no warning...with his right hand Falkan threw the man across the room, and his left hand sent the dagger along so fast that it pinned his shirt to the wall before he even hit the ground.
Falkan took another swallow of water.
Still dripping, he stood in the door of the hotel bar and surveyed the room full of tounament fans celebrating and/or mourning the various outcomes of round four. Most of them were drunk.
Fools. An amateur could kill everyone in this room right now with little difficulty. Not one person here has his wits about him...
As he took a seat at the counter and asked for water, his name on one of the many screens in the room cauth the V'alcan's eye. It was a tournament update, as if anyone in Esperanza needed it.
FALKAN VS. KIHAKU...FINAL RESULT...KIHAKU WINS, 3-2...CHAMPIONSHIP MATCHES TO BE ANNOUNCED SOON...
Reval 'hmphed' and took a drink of water, finally allowing the hood of his heavy cloak to slide off of his head. He could have cared less about the scores. Kihaku had been a fantastic opponent to fight, and that was enough. All told, he would be glad when the tournament was over and he could get back to his quest. This was now twice some Dragonian event had interfered with his true mission. Fortunately for him, the time disruption between Dragonia and Faeredone meant he didn't have to rush. According to his initial contact with Apps, the weeks he had been on Dragonia ammounted to less than two hours in the Realm. For the first time in years, the Lone Warrior of the V'alcans had the time to simply sit and reflect...
"HEY! There's that Falkan chump! The one who cost me my life savings!"
Someone in the back of the room was causing a stir. Without so much as turning his head, Falkan knew the guy was a large fellow, armed with some sort of dagger, and had knocked a drink over in getting up from his chair. And that he had lost a bet.
As the heavy footsteps approached him from behind, interlaced with the complaints of other patrons, Falkan paid no attention to the man's accusations:
"I wanna know how you cheated, Mister, and I wanna know now! I put all my money on Nishaio when he blew you into that mountian, and somehow you came back! I think it was a set-up,"
The man had stopped behind Falkan and leaned around him, putting the blade of his dagger against the V'alcan's throat.
"but I wanna know what you have to say." he hissed.
The movements came with no warning...with his right hand Falkan threw the man across the room, and his left hand sent the dagger along so fast that it pinned his shirt to the wall before he even hit the ground.
Falkan took another swallow of water.
