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srwug_alpha_rp2013-06-09 11:54 am
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An Unexpected Match! Richard vs Lowe!
[...It was almost strange how this sort of thing had come about, and the reasons it was being carried out. Richard had initially needed simply another opponent with a large sword in their arsenal, as a means to bring his training under Sam to the scale at which he normally worked. But now, he also needed it as a way of testing that the blow to the head dealt by him by Baron Ashura - damned sneak attack - hadn't affected his skills too greatly. And for the crew themselves... they could potentially use as a distraction from how things had gone lately.
This wouldn't be a face off that carried the fate of the world, or would be forced to tragedy. It was simply a contest of skill, and a potential source of fun.
That was why, on the 'battlefield', temporary stands had been set up for the potential audience, and an invitation to watch sent out across the ship. The match would begin in the afternoon, giving everyone a chance to eat lunch before setting out to watch.]
[1] [Are you amongst the audience then? The sun may be a little bright, but there's shelter overhead to provide some cover. Here is the place to talk and respond to the battle once it gets going, maybe make a bet or two.]
[2] [Closed to Lowe.]
Alright then...
[Richard's standing at the far end of the battlefield, several hundred metres away - if not close to a kilometre - from where Lowe himself should be. Dressed less for battle and more for the weather it would seem, the young man holds up a small device in his hands...]
Oi, you ready over there?
[Asking his opponent if they're ready to get this under way.]
This wouldn't be a face off that carried the fate of the world, or would be forced to tragedy. It was simply a contest of skill, and a potential source of fun.
That was why, on the 'battlefield', temporary stands had been set up for the potential audience, and an invitation to watch sent out across the ship. The match would begin in the afternoon, giving everyone a chance to eat lunch before setting out to watch.]
[1] [Are you amongst the audience then? The sun may be a little bright, but there's shelter overhead to provide some cover. Here is the place to talk and respond to the battle once it gets going, maybe make a bet or two.]
[2] [Closed to Lowe.]
Alright then...
[Richard's standing at the far end of the battlefield, several hundred metres away - if not close to a kilometre - from where Lowe himself should be. Dressed less for battle and more for the weather it would seem, the young man holds up a small device in his hands...]
Oi, you ready over there?
[Asking his opponent if they're ready to get this under way.]