The crowd is larger than any either of the combatants have seen so far. It would seem that everyone has been waiting for this battle, and there are vocal supporters of each side, screaming commands and encouragement at 'DWARF' and 'DEMON', respectively. There's the sense that some people have actual money riding on the outcome. The arena is also apparently paying enough attention to toss in a real blower of horns, who sounds a short blast, signaling to those on the sand that the fight is about to begin.
Bruno emerges from the north end of the arena with lance in hand and Esmarelda striding beside him. He takes in the hollering and hissing crowd for a moment before lifting his lance high and waving, trying to get his section of spectators to cheer louder. He gets so caught up in crowd-pleasing that he almost forgets what he's doing.
Kyrian enters the arena, sword drawn, and looks around as some of the spectators cheer him, surprised. He gives a mildly embarrassed smile, somewhat distracted by the fans. Remembering what he's here for after a moment however, he focuses back on the task at hand.
Seeing Bruno preoccupied with the crowd as well, Kyrian takes his time in applying a spell to himself, before dropping to a battle ready stance. He lets out a bit of a snarl to get Bruno's attention, though it is hard to tell if it registers over the roar of the crowd.
Passed for free action mount
Bruno registers a slight sound off to his right. When he glances, he sees his opponent already moving. Bruno mounts Esmarelda so fast some people loose track of him. he lowers his lance and proclaims, Have a ye, man-devil! before launching his customary wad of thick spit at his rival.
He proceeds to ride to the north-west corner of the arena, nearer to his fans, in an apparently new strategy.
Kyrian raises an eyebrow as Bruno turns and proceeds to the corner.
Tail twitching in curiosity, he works his jaws a bit in order to speak more clearly in common, and calls, "You know, I'm over here..."
After a moment, he spins the sword in his hand idly, and moves in Bruno's general direction.
Bruno nudges Esmeralda slightly over to the left, then spots his prey. It would be difficult, but he decides to go for broke. Besides, these people came to see blood.
With a gravelly battle cry he urges Esmeralda into a charge. Once he is clear of the pilar, he swings his lance wide, using it's reach to attempt to catch his foe off guard.
Bruno spots his prey as he moves across the field. He cautiously makes his way around the larger pillars, disappearing from his opponents's sight.
Move to E/F-1/2. Use both my actions to stow my lance and draw one of my pillum.
Kyrian hears the camel snort and shuffle southwards, but remain behind the pillar.
Kyrian grunts as his foe still refuses to come around the pillar, and he mumbles in a rough tongue. "Eja xhuxh, mendova se ishe pak më e guximshme se kjo. Gjobë atëherë, le të shkojë."
With that, he moves around the pillar.
Kyrian runs out from behind the pillars to see Bruno just finishing getting his lance into attack position.
Bruno regrets wasting time behind the pillar, but is ready enough to try to skewer the demon as he moves close to Esmarelda.
As the demon spawn slides close Bruno drops his lance to the ground and draws his wicked looking pick. He brings it down upon his enemy and puts his spurs to Esmarelda, urging her to make Kyrian pay for daring to come so close.
Kyrian sprints from his cover towards the mounted dwarf, his hand sheathed in an eerie blue light. As Kyrian tries to dodge past the newly-readied lance, however, Bruno leans himself sideways in his saddle and very quickly swings the razor sharp tip in a surprising new direction, stabbing cleanly through the tiefling, chain shirt and all. The crowd gasps and claps as Kyrian flops to the sand, bleeding heavily.
Bruno gives a mighty cry as his foe's blood turns the sand red. He lifts his thrice-blooded lance in victory before planting it tip-first into Kyrian's corpse like a gruesome flag. He spreads his arms to the audience, presenting himself as their victor.
The crowd cheers wildly, even those who seem disappointed with the dwarf's victory. There's nothing that lightens their mood like blood!