The two newcomers make their way into the arena, Blarnaz from the north, Aros from the south. Most of the usual spectators are watching Bruno, Kyrian, Rolg, or Charan, but word has spread that this is a higher class of combatants than usually seen this time of year, and the turnout is decent. The crowd actually quiets down as the two take their places, curious to see how they begin the fight.
Blarnaz enters silently, his light feet barely making a sound on the soft sand of the arena. When he reaches his position, he throws back the hood of his rough-spun, black robes to reveal a gruesome mask twisted in pain. Four great, knotted scars arch back across his bald scalp.
Aros walks out into the arena, his movements swift and easy, looking around. A pistol hangs at his side, and he wears a light chain shirt.
Seeing how quiet the crowd is, he smiles and yells out "I heard this place was usually a bit more lively! No?"
He spreads his arms out in a questioning shrug, before his pistol free and spinning it dexterously in his hand, before lining up his sight towards his Blarnaz. "Well, maybe I can spice things up here!" he finishes.
The crowd claps at Aros's gunplay and comments, though they still appear to be waiting for real action to pick any sides.
Aros takes a few steps forward, before stopping and motioning for his opponent to meet him on the battlefield.
Blarnaz makes no sound as he disappears behind the pilar to his right.
Seeing his opponent move behind the pillar, Aros raises an eyebrow.
"I thought we were here to fight, not play hide and seek, weren't we?" he chuckles, as he moves to his left. On the opposite side of the pillar from Blarnaz, he keeps his eyes on both sides for sight of his opponent.
Blarnaz takes the opportunity of cover and pulls a small candle out of a small pocket with his right hand and a tiny bag with his left. He hurriedly arranges them on the ground and starts an arcane chant under his breath
Aros hears some funky whisper-chanting coming from behind the pillar.
Aros runs past the pillar, gun at the ready, and sees the strange man hunched over and engaged in some sort of ritual on the ground. There's a candle involved, and a strange chant issues from under the mask.
Aros quickly takes a shot with his pistol.
Sprinting around the pillar, Aros slides to one knee as he spots his opponent, simultaneously leveling the gun at him. Taking careful aim, he lines up the shot and fires.
The bullet rips into Blarnaz's shoulder, causing him to knock over his candle. The fizzle of magical energies is palpable. Rising slowly, Blarnaz utters a single, strange word laden with power.
Using Hex of Misfortune. DC 18 will save to negate.
The crowd gets pretty excited by the gunblast and the strange magic, and they seem to enjoy Aros's cavalier attitude and impeccable shooting. Blarnaz seems to creep them out a bit, but a frightening appearance is often appreciated by the sorts who enjoy watching folk kill one another.
Aros shakes his head, not liking the spell that seems to have just hit him. Regardless, he takes a breath and makes expert motions with his gun, pulling out ammunition, reloading, and firing, fast enough to get two shots off within seconds of each other.
The twin shots at such close range prove to be unavoidable. As the thunder from Aros's attacks subsides Blarnaz's mask slowly tilts back with his head and he falls backward onto the ground, unconscious.
Blarnaz takes the second shot in his other shoulder. Almost immediately a dripping flow of blood starts falling from that hand. The other is already dripping freely from the first attack. After a moments pause Blarnaz starts to laugh. No, he starts to cackle like a man tourtured just once more than he could bear.
With a serious wound in each shoulder, he seems to move with difficulty, but move he does. A single bloody hand reaches for a pocket. Wierd phrases trickle from under the effigy to pain on his face much like the blood from his hands. With a flourish, an arcane gesture, and a final shout, ground mica infused with arcane energies flies into the air.
Move action: Cackle to maintain Misfortune Hex
Std. Action: Cast Glitterdust Will DC 18 with two chances to fail. :). If failure: Blinded for 5 rounds.
If I see him react as if he were blinded (if I can tell he failed) I will 5' step to A8 in an attempt to confuse him as to which square I'm in.
Aros puts his hand to his head a moment as his vision goes dark, then scowls, shaking his head. Taking a breath, he closes his eyes, no longer serving him. He simply reloads his gun, the movements still sure enough, firing two quick shots where he last saw Blarnaz. His aim is decidedly less accurate without his sight, but the bullets are set loose, to land where they may.