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Post by --> N E M E on Oct 15, 2012 13:26:19 GMT -5
A judge enters the arena glancing at both fighting sides. They nod to both of the masters calling them forward. "I am sure everyone knows the rules. Make sure to keep them in play during the fight. I do have the ability to stop the fight for any reason i see fit, so don't give me a reason to. I wish you both a fair and honest fight. Good luck. " he said to both of them. They took a breath before looking between both of them. "Now, pick a number between 1-30. Closest number will have the privilege of going first." that was all the judge said, simply waiting on the two masters choices.
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Post by Joy, Zacharias on Oct 16, 2012 13:27:14 GMT -5
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His first battle and Zacharias could honestly say he wanted to find something to crawl under. Unfortunately, there were very few things that a man of his stature could hide beneath so he sadly resigned to having hundreds of patrons looking him over, gauging his battle proficiency and placing their bets as if he were a Rapidash on the track. Self-consciously pulling his hat down to cover his eyes, the physician almost missed the signal to step forward and reluctantly plodded into the Arena, knowing Oliver wouldn’t be as hesitant to get things underway. “Uh..Twelve.” he mumbled out.
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Post by AMON, LUCIUS on Oct 17, 2012 0:25:42 GMT -5
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Post by --> N E M E on Oct 17, 2012 13:07:29 GMT -5
The judge paused as they chose their numbers. This would be a rather interesting match. An Hydreigon, and a Jolteon. He remained silent for several long moments after they finished then finally nodded. "The number was twenty four. Amon, Lucius and his slave have the first move." he spoke after a pause. "You may start after you hear the gong." With that he moved away and back into the stands. After about a minute of silence -- other than the mutterings of the crowd -- a loud striking gong sounded out three times, signaling the start of the fight.
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