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Teal	15 Mar 2009, 02:13
Ba dum - pish! Posts: 143 Group: Battlefield Captain Member #2 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	An ancient coliseum, having well withstood the passage of time and the fall of a civilization, stood forlornly in the center of the desert, lonely and without neighbors. An arched entryway was carved into the western side, an iron gate sitting in its center made from crossing bars of metal. A light wind whipped the sand from the dry ground as an armored figure approached the entrance. A turban concealed her face, blocking out the bitting sand and sun. Her torso was covered in a shirt of steel links, with a softer leather vest on underneath. Her legs were adorned in a pair of loose pants, the color matching the sand that swirled around her. On her feet were a pair of soft leather shoes. In her right hand she carried a steel sword in a loose grip, three feet long and one and a half inches wide, each edge carefully honed and sharpened. In her left hand she bore a long and dry branch, its dead leaves crackling as she moved. The fire mage paused at the entryway. "I am Condra Darmish, and I am here to spill blood. Allow me to enter." Her voice was rough and scratchy, her throat parched. In response to her gravely tones, the gate began to slowly grind open. Its masters were long gone, but the arena still remained to serve its original purpose: To drink the blood of slain gladiators. Condra ducked under the gate, removing her turban at the same time. She had short cut, brown hair, tied behind her head with a thin leather band. She wore a steel helmet that hugged her skull closely, yet was cut widely enough that it did not restrict her vision. For a normal human, the combination of the light armor that she wore and the blazing desert sun would reduce them to a pile of sweat. But not her. No, the fire, the heat, it embraced her, and she embraced it back. The heat was part of her, it fueled her. No, the desert sun was her friend, and a good one at that. The other man, well, he would be having fun. Standing at a daunting six feet and a half, he dwarfed the fire mage who was a foot shorter. His body was covered in layers of steel, leaving only a sliver of skin at the top of his face, revealing a cold set of eyes. He has killed before, she was sure of that. In his hand he grasped a long, slightly curved sword. It was about as long as hers, a bit thicker in the center, and seemed to be also made of steel. That much armor, in the desert? He must be in terrible pain, and it would only worsen as he began to exert himself. She might not even have to use her steel in this duel. Cooking him in his armor could be sufficient. "My name is Condra Darmish. May I be privy to yours before we attempt to kill each other?"


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