Kuya walked casually into the arena, carrying his sack of equipment, and his celestial spirit Judgement at his side. They reached the inside of the arena and found an open table, there Kuya laid down his sack. He opened it and put on his mythril mail, then his Archangel's armor over that, then finally his celestial chain shoulder guard. He picked out his twin angelic swords, and swiped them knowingly around to get a feel for them once again. He then stepped into the middle of the arena and waited for someone willing to spar....

Technically, Velien should have been hunting for the man she was sent to Imythess to find. Yet, after weeks of no sign he was even still on this plane, and her battle skills going untested, Velien walked into the ring. She had been haunting the arena for a long while, but had now mustered the courage, not only to face an unknown opponent, but disobey direct orders from Ves'vor'eis.

She smiled a little at the man she would fight, then slipped on her leather masked helm, and drew her slightly curved scimitars. One looked rather old and worn, several nicks along the edge. It had been her's for a long while now, but would last as long as it took her to possibly purchase a newer, better one, like her second scimitar. It was new and a masterwork item, the edge gleaming with deadly sharpness.

Velien did not have any plate or chainmail. She had worn chainmail when she served as a squire to a celestian captain, but found it slowed her down too much for her liking. Instead she wore her usual leather vest over her simple white shirt.

She took a moment to judge how skilled her sparring partner would be and judging by the way he handled his weapons and armor, he would be a capable opponent.

"Hello..." Kuya said looking at his opponent. It was a woman, poorly armored wearing only leather defense. But he could tell that she might post a good challenge because of her experience. Kuya's eyes laid upoun the worn out scimitar in one of her hands. It lookied semi ancient, and that meant that she was a warrior for a long time. He then turned his eyes onto his own blades. They gleamed a whitish-silver color.

"Shall we start?....Your move..." Kuya said and stretched, the armor on him weighed little. He posed a fighting stance and drew up his swords. There was a gentle smile on his face. He had not fought a one on one duel in a while.

"Greetings to you," she said in response to his greeting. When he said it was her move, she took no hesitation in being given the advantage of first strike. She lunged forward, letting her right sword lead a stab at his abdomen. Before she finished the forward lunge, though, she spun to the side, feinting, hoping to catch him off balance while trying to block the false lunge.

Kuya winked at her opponent. This is going to be fun. He watched as she strided over to him, then take a strike in his middle area. He waited though, though it was dangerous, his knowledge of fighting styles helped him. Kuya smiled at his opponent. Her equipment showed Kuya her fighting style, it would be alot like a ninja's he thought. Evasive, many feints and fake blows. "My turn..." Kuya took the small opening to swing at her legs. He bent down and swung his left sword...

Armored footsteps clanked forward from the dark recesses of the entrance hall as another fighter approached. Moving across the barrier of shadow to sunlight, his entire body gleamed a metallic glow. The bronze and steel plate mail glinted with each fluid, if encumbered, step. Jarreth had trained for the use of this heavy armor, but it did not account for the inherent drawbacks of being covered by inflexible sheets of metal. Red and blue plumes held high above his helmet as he approached the outskirts of the battle, his expression and even facial features hidden behind the protective equipment. Two eyes peered outward at the two warriors and a slightly muffled but audible voice echoed outward: "Greetings friends, my name is Jarreth. Would you mind if I join you for this spar? There seems to be a lack of partners today and I must remain in practice."

His chest pushed forward and his arms rolled back slightly, trying to stretch his back. The limited mobility would not be useful for this task, but it slightly worked. His left arm pushed back and a clanking sound was heard as his shield tapped against his arm plates. His sword was still sheathed, waiting for approval by the two fighters.

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