Olwyn dodges the first fist, but the second connects square in her chest as her eyes go wide and she coughs up blood. Dropping to the ground, it seems she is done for.
Meng Ren Rui stands at the ready for a moment, until he realizes that his opponent is truly finished. He clasps his hands together as he did at the beginning of their match, and holds them towards Olwyn. He retrieves his pipe and tobacco pouch, fills and lights the pipe, and leaves a small pile of tobacco by the catfolk's feet. He puffs at the smoke spewing stick and exits the arena.
VICTORY TO MENG REN RUI!
Meng Ren Rui enters the arena, puffing at his pipe. He surveys the sand, the pillars, and the the almost imperceptibly gently rippling ceiling of force. His other hand plucks a vial from his vest and he reflects his past and what is to come.
A massive ulfen enters the arena dressed in beer stained platemail. Scars can be seen running up his neck, disappearing in his shaggy brown hair. Bleary grey eyes scan the arena, then with a shrug, he pops the cork on one of his liquor flasks and takes a long drink. Shaking his head as the burn warms his belly, he readies his shield and longsword. A gleaming silver mug hangs from his neck. "Come on already, before my buzz wears off!"
Meng sets his pipe by the arena exit. He toasts the scraggly viking, and drinks the contents of his vial. He leaps in a tight pirouette towards Lyr, and lands in a deceptively off balance stance.
Llyr moves to his right, behind a piller, calling out. "Cayden! Clearly I did something to offend you last fight. Might you see fit to at least allow me to swing my sword a few times before my head explodes?"
Meng Ren cocks an eyebrow at his opponents remark, then shakes his head as he darts towards his voice. Obstacles always work two ways. His fists are up, held like weapons.
Llyr moves out from behind the piller, trucking along much faster than expected. Closing in on his opponent, he lashes out with his longsword.
Not even going to see if that confirms, lol
Meng Ren Rui dodges the blow with amazing speed, ducking the slash. He fires a quick series of punches towards Lyr's side.
Llyr is surprised, both that his opponenet dodged his blow, but also that he survived the first punch, something that didn't happen the last time. "Not bad." he says as he tries a horribly off balanced thrust.
Meng Ren sidesteps around the thrust as he continues to fire blows into Lyr, trying to find weak points.
Llyr and Meng continue their dance of parry and riposte, neither finding a way past each others defenses.
Riposte and parry, Meng deflects the blow, eyeing Llyr. He watches, then suddenly strikes, trying to land another punch through Llyr's armor.
Llyr easily deflects the blows with his shield and attempts to actually land a blow.
Meng Ren Rui's fists glance across the shield and he rolls with it as Llyr strikes out, pivoting with him. He fires out two more punches.
Trying a different tactic, Llyr goes for an overhead slice, hoping to catch the nimble monk off balance.
The nimble monk easily swivels out of the way, and continues to bruise his fists against the tower of steel's armor. Or he would, if his fists bruised.
Llyr keeps his shield to his foe, trying to anticipate his movements before lashing out with his blade once more.
Meng Ren Rui manages to avoid the razor steel, and jabs at Llyr's side.
Llyr and Meng continue their dance of parry and riposte.
Riposte and parry!
Meng Ren Rui, while not looking fatigued, does give a moment of pause in combat. He views Llyr, who looks neither impairingly wounded or any more tired than he.
Perhaps there is some other way we can settle this. Your defenses are too great for me to pierce, and it seems mine are too great for yours as well. I propose a duel of the mind.
"What do you have in mind?" questions Llyr, keeping his defenses up incase of a trick.
Meng moves his weight to the foot away from Llyr, lowering his arms slightly. In my lands, we have a game we devised to settle differences, when arms were not convenient. In this case, I believe we can use it to settle our bout here. The game is called papyrus, stone, cutters. Whoever wins the throw gets a free hit on the other. Last one standing is the winner. Sound fair?
Meng Ren shows Llyr the appropriate hand gestures that correspond to papyrus (an outstretched palm and straight fingers) stone (a fist) and cutters (two fingers out, the rest in a fist, like a number two). He then retrieves his backup pipe from a Kung Fu pocket and lights it.
Llyr barks out a laugh, "Sure, anything that can get me back to drinking faster."
Next round:
oh ho ho.
Llyr, having grown bored of this, puts up his hands. "I surrender. You win." This seems odd because he doesn't seem that badly bruised, and nowhere near being defeated. With that, Llyr walks out of the arena, and does not defend himself if Meng presses the assult, instead he just gives him a sigh and takes the beating.
Meng Ren Rui brings his hands up in a salute, and exits the arena himself.