Run By: Clan Clan/Nyomi (give nyomi the XP please)

-Backdated To Calabration-

In Heaven, there are a multitude of tournaments and many of them involve all kinds of spellcasting, swordsmanship, and martial arts. This one is not too much different. A large field has been divided into parts using magic to create semi-transparent red walls. If someone is knocked out, they are teleported out. If two sections have only one person in them, the walls between them drop. This creates a mini-battle royal where defeat your enemy faster than those around you can give you a small reprieve and time to rest. The stands are filled as the many sections are being ushered pairs of people for fighting, the spirit judge that presides over it watching with a smile. Each section also has its own terrain, as the judge shapes each part to make it interesting. Some have many boulders while others are mini-lakes with platforms for standing above the water. One is even a no-gravity section with small proximity bombs. One cannot die in there, due to magic, but the pain is all real.'

With her arms folded before her and her feet planted firmly on the stony beach which her arena has simulated for the first battle, Azami waits for her opponent to appear. Only barely. The expectant murmur of the gathering crowds buzzes and hisses against her skin and in her ears. Anger radiates from her in waves and a cold breeze whips at the simple black haori which she still wears, making the malachite clouds seem to flutter over her form. Under her breath she counts... the fight cannot start soon enough!

Form the other corner srumbles a young man with large think glasses, they magiphy the young boys eyes three fold making him quite the comical character. His green hair is parted much like Dreamers, though less glassy and more twiggy. A large book in one hand he smiles and waves. "Lets have a nice clean duel." a hand moving up to push his silly little glasses up his nose.

(Judge) Azami rolls Wits + Awareness + Wits: [ -1- 2 3 4 5 5 6 7 7 8 8 9 9 ]

Resulting in 6 successes.

(Judge) Clan Clan rolls 11: [ -1- 2 2 3 3 4 5 6 6 7 7 ]

Resulting in 2 successes.

Azami's arms snap down to her sides with a crack of silk sleeves. Fighting children! What sort of place is this? But then, perhaps he is not really what he seems. She nods politely to the boy, restraining her voice only by the thinnest of threads. "Clean. Yezz. You hare.... zhure, boy?"

et are safe choices"

After much searching for the woman he cares for, Dreamer walks into the arena stands. He looks around in the stands, searching for Azami but not paying attention to who is fighting quite yet. He has no idea Azami entered the actual fighting and is instead hoping that she is somewhere in the stands. Someone said Azami came this way, but where is she? He sighs.

Azami shakes her head. Fighting children. Casting her gaze up to the redglow of the sky above them she reaches behind the small of her back, her tousled hair falling forward to mask her features. A cold breeze whips up about her.

Suddenly the No Moon is in motion, dancing forward in a whirl of sleeves and braid, spinning as she raises her arms. The Storm-caller Machetes flash in her hands. A sirrocco of icy wind grows and screams within the ruddy walls and dark clouds gather. Bright flashes light the simalcrum sky; a storm is brewing, drawn to the summoning dance and flashing moonsilver blades.

(Judge) Azami rolls Charisma + Charisma + Performance: [ -1- 3 4 5 6 8 9 9 9 <10> <10> ]

Resulting in 8 successes.

(Judge) Azami rolls Martial arts + 3 + Dexterity + Dexterity: [ -1- 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 6 6 7 8 8 <10> <10> <10> <10> ]

Resulting in 11 successes.

(Judge) Azami rolls 4: [ -1- 2 8 <10> ]

Resulting in 3 successes.

Caught off gaurd by the ferocity of his aponets attack. Blinking through his think glasses as the smell of Ozon fills the air and his hair begins to stand on end. A crack of lighting and he is stuck. A little wounded but nothing major. He begins to cast a spell, green essence swirling around him, trying to use his movements to maximum effectiveness since you go the jump on him. The air begins to fill with a greenish cloud of his anima, the spell brining the wood Dragonblooded's nature to full front.

The little No Moon laughs, shaking her head and setting her braid to sway. "Give up!" She calls out. With an imperious gesture she reaches out and snags at the threads of bright green sorcerous energy, ripping it from the air with one blade. Her arm glows with a black-nonlight that scatters the boy's motes and casts them to scatter on the wet stones of the beach. Ice forms in her footsteps as she walks slowly toward him, still crackling with electricity that seems to carress her form and holding the twin machetes. Light and dark pours from them like droplets of burning oil from a tipped lantern. "I don't want to fight children," she growls softly, careless of pride or feelings.

The 'boys' lips pull into a smile. "You lose" in a cocky kind of way beging to cast the same spell again, the essence taking up the same patterens. Something is different this time. The stone set into his necklace glows too brightly. Like a flash of lighting a streak of metal flies toward the no-moon. There was no casting it the spell simply apeared and is flying for your neck.

Dreamer has taken a seat in the stands as he realizes one of the combatants is actually Azami. He has already produced a small tub of popcorn and a strange, fizzy drink of a blue color. "Beat his ass, Aza!" He calls out from the stands inbetween mouthfuls of food. The people nearby are not so happy with Dreamer's cheering, apparently having bets on someone else in the tourney.

The metal chain wraps about Azami's throat. The Dragon blooded smiles thinking he has won. The chain spins and sends a wave of blood outwards. Still the Lunar comes toward him. His spell goes off, and the grass grows longer and starts to tangle and grab at Azami, but his opoate just jumps over it for a moment and comes still closer to him. "Shit! Cheater how are you still up?!" trying to push his glasses up some more wiles casting another spell.

Azami lands in a crouch just before the sorceror, blood splashing from her and steaming on the beach stones. Just as quickly as it falls though ice spreads out and steam rises up. Azami looks up at the boy, snarling. Black energy blossoms out around her and spikes the ground with frost. Lightning snaps at her hands then lances hungrily toward the dragonblooded.

(Judge) Clan Clan rolls 11: [ -1- -1- -1- -1- 2 2 6 6 7 7 8 ]

Resulting in 3 successes.

Finishing the complex hand gestures and depleting himself of the last of his motes in a last ditch effort to win. The Green mist of his anima extends fifty yards cloudling up the air filling his enemies lungs. The essence based poison working into all the combatants lungs.

(Judge) Azami rolls Conviction + Stamina: [ -1- 5 9 <10> ]

Resulting in 3 successes.

Azami falls flat on her face asleep snoring like a little baby, sweet dreams fill her head, pleasant little ones despite the bad day she has had. The grass on teh ground wraps about Azami and holds her in place, so the judge calls her out and four of the other contestance. The little 'boy' declaired the winner in short order.

Dreamer goes down and gets the sleeping Aza as she is taken off the field. He giggles and picks her up, smiling. "Come on... Lets get you home, sleepy head..." He lifts her onto his back and then oofs a little. Aza is heavy when zonked out! He starts to carry her back to the manse with a quiet smile on his face. "... Cost me two obols. Heh heh."

Azami stirs, but only to get more comfortable, arms looped limply around Dreamer's shoulders and neck. "mrrrr <getchoo zow>" she mumbles. "<mmn murdercake two pieces annna cofffee, thanks>" Poor Dreamer's right ear is nomm'd sleepilly. "<Zis cake'zz tough....raspberries.>"