Ritti, a loss under her tiny belt, comes face to face (or mask?) with one of the newest combatants. The spectators are mostly off at one of the other four fights, probably Bruno vs. Kirk, but everyone is going to know what happens here regardless. A few of the fans who took an instant liking to Ritti have come to cheer her on, hoping the first match was a fluke and she'll take the arena by storm. Nobody knows what to think of Eko yet.
The skinny, spikey-haired, tattoo'd halfling girl skip-walks out of the darkness of the arena entrance for a second time. It seems a loss can't completely stamp out her effortless exuberance, though something about the intensity of her pale eyes says the loss wasn't taken lightly.
Once again she is equipped with only a few obvious items and weapons. The curved blade she carries looks well-crafted , as do the studded leathers peeking out from under her garish mishmash of flowing silk clothes. A dagger and a spell component pouch ornament her silk sash for a belt.
About a dozen bracelets of varying styles, metals, and colors clink and clatter as she spins her blade in a flourish to the few fans who came to see her, then she bounces on the balls of her feet as she eyes her new opponent.
"Huh… never done this with a girl before…"
Eko enters quietly the multitude of robes and cloaks preventing any hint of skin, race or gender. The robed hooded and masked figure stands patiently with nothing but a belt of pouches and a great sword, the figure shimmers in the light.
"you first child" the voice is hallow and cold, emotionless.
Medium Humanoid
16 Disguise
Eko is covered from head to tow in heavy clothing face covered in a mask there is nothing to see but cloth and mettle about 6'2.
Ritti shrugs, "That was the plan."
She spins forward a few sliding steps, feet dragging graceful furrows in the white sands before coming to a high stance – balanced on the balls of her right foot, left foot placed precisely on her right knee, blade held high in her right hand as her left makes a knife-hand held in front of her face.
She cracks a smile, "Where you get that dress, anyway? You should have some words with the seamstress... It fits horribly."
5' step to B.10
Eko says nothing but draws the great sword over head and brings it down in a slow steady ark, pointing it directly at Ritt. The gesture is clearly a threat
There is an indistinct muttering of words and a flash of blue light
Spell craft DC 16
No other movment Ritti is up
Ritti flies across the sand like an arrow to the target, ending with a low slash.
Scimitar
---> Damage
With a staggering blow like that there is only one course of action, Revenge!
With a quick sweeping ark Eko brings the blade slashing towards ritti's chest
The blow spins Ritti around...
... which becomes another wicked slash at the robed figure's legs.
Scimitar
---> Damage
Eko rolls to the side of Ritti
24 stealth to do the roll without noise, and come up behind Ritti.. hopefully flat footed... maybe?... I desperately hope.
Eko drives the blade straight home towards Ritti's back hoping to end this before any more life threatening chops.
Eben, since my move was .. well utterly useless do you care if I negate it?
I feel I should note its fine if you aren't okay with it
The massive blade plummets toward Ritti, but her spinning dance carries her just underneath its path. A spikey lock of dark hair hits the sand, shorn off by the huge blade under an inch from her scalp.
With no time to notice, the halfling's blade darts out a third time.
Scimitar
---> Damage
The till now un-bloodied Eko staggers back from the force of the blow Blood soaking through the heavy cloths.
Stumbling Eko tries to dive out of reach
Acro 4...
moving to J13...most likely getting killed first
---> Damage
Ritti grimaces in pain as she misses the retreating robed figure. "Why is it they always run when the halfling gets the upper hand?" she calls out to the crowd.
Then Eko hears her mutter a few words, but the pillar obstructs her from being able to identify whatever spell the halfling casts. A ten foot square of the arena sands immediately gain a shiny sheen, becoming slippery and difficult to stand on.
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Stealth move to I.12 -
Reflex: 17
Perception: 24
"Tell ya what" the halfling grunts with an eye roll, "When you grow a pair, come on out to the middle. We can actually fight."
She defensively heads out to the center of the arena.
Full Defensive
Move to G.10
..Here I am..
End Round 6.
"Great!" Ritti responds, spinning her blade thoughtlessly, "Now get your ass over here."
need a will save: DC16
and a spell craft the same DC if you like.
Spellcraft 11
Will 6
Oof... dazed?
the attack misses... pathetically I might add
Ritti's quips and jibes seem apparently forsaken as she fights for her life... every spinning strike bringing a grunt of pain.
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Attack
[b]Scimitar
---> Damage
Eko swings the huge blade once again.. perhaps this time a solid hit will end the mess Eko is now in.[/ooc]
" I will find victory this day!"
The sound of a particularly sinewy cut of meat being cleaved on the chopping block is all that answer's the mysterious Eko's declaration.
Eko, seeing the fallen Ritti steps over to her slowly, before driving the point of her sword through Ritti, Eko says a few low words of praise.
"Blood for blood, the sands will take us all"
CDG?