APOLLO & NYLES

APOLLO & NYLES

An elderly gentle man walked up to the stand and wiped his brow after taking off his tall black top hat. He was dressed in nice clothes, and seems slightly anxious before finally shouting in a booming voice to the crowd below him.

"WELCOME TO THE FIRST ROUND OF THE BATTLE ROYAL" the first words come out. "We are here to witness some brave warriors to fight, but purely for fun. So don't get to rough out there kiddies."

Pulling out a piece of paper he looks over. "First we have.. APOLLO HEPHESTUS AND NYLES TURIM" He said with a clap.

"Now remember contestants, no healing items are aloud. If we catch anyone cheating we have a watcher who will put things to stop immediately." As the man speaks, you can hear a ghostly laugh, as if coming from no where.

"Well... LET THE BATTLE BEGIN"

The figure in purple listened with rapt attention to the announcer. He rose from his seat on the bench with a smile. His gaze looked as if he were staring off into another world or another time entirely. He lifted a hand and gave the scruff on his chin a scratch. With a relaxed sigh, he turned to the other fighters in the area and gave them a wave.

"I guess that's my call. Wish me luck out there."

His voice was soft. His tone that of a man who wished this were over. He walked through the blinds and onto the large stage made just for this battle. His purple robes draped over his shoulders swayed as he walked. His head turns in a slow circle to take in all of his surroundings, particularly the size of the crowd. He gave a low whistle.

"This is a big crowd. Bigger than I expected. I hope giving out my real name doesn't give me any unwanted attention."

He sighed to himself. A hand goes behind his back and pulls out a red and gold shield roughly the length of his forearm out. With a practiced hand, he slid the shield onto his arm. It was roughly a foot and a half at its widest and ended in a point toward his elbow. The shield didn't provide a large area of coverage, but with a skilled hand it could block and parry singular blows.

He gripped an odd rod that extended above his wrist. He unsheathed the sparkling shortsword from its bed effortlessly. The blade was no longer than the shield. It was easily as wide as the pommel before its curled decorations. The blade was dual-edged and shifted in width like a gladius. Its coloration was a shiny finish of chrome and gold.

"So.. Apollo, was it? Let's have a fine match worthy of these spectators here. Don't let me down boy~" He gained a bit of pep in his tone. His body fell into a natural stance with the shield held in defense and his sword pointed at the opponent.

@apollo!

DANKE ϟ

{Hp: }-{ Magic: }-{ words:400 } Apollo was sitting silently on the sidelines of the battle arena as he watched the old announcer walk onto the stage. Apollo watched as the crowed got vamped up as the announcer started to speak. Apollo seemed to drown the announcer out as he looked at the amount of people watching. If Apollo lost a fight in front of all these people he would become a laughing stock. He'd have to fight his hardest. Though Apollo was drowning out the announcer, the announcer calling his name seemed to seep through. Once Apollo heard his name he stood up and approached the stage. As he walked up, he took one last look around him and at the crowd of people. The thought crossed his mind again that if he lost, he'd become a laughing stock, but it seemed to only prepare him more for the fight. Eventually Apollo found himself standing on the stage. He decided that he'd play the intimidation tactic to attempt and throw off his opponent. It helped Apollo that he was a tall man standing at 6" 5", had red eyes and was almost completely covered in black. By now Apollo had noticed that there was another person on the other side of the stage. Apollo took a moment to inspect his opponent while he was pulling out his sword. The kid had somewhat of an advantage over him as he was using a shield as well, but Apollo had faith in his sword. Then, from across the stage Apollo heard his opponent say "So.. Apollo, was it? Let's have a fine match worthy of these spectators here. Don't let me down boy~". Apollo could then see that the boy was pointing his sword at him. The boy had a lot of confidence, but did he have the skills to back it up? Just then Apollo drew his wakizahi as he gripped it well. He pointed the blade at the boy. The sword being a wakizashi it wasn't that long, but if one were to inspect it they would be able to see it was made with the finest materials. Apollo then said in his most intimidating voice possible " Yes. Let us put on a good fight here. Me and Peacemaker will not hold back.", As Apollo finished his sentence he got into a defensive stance as he waited for his opponent to make the first move.

Nyles took a moment to calm himself and focus his attention. The roar of the crowd dulls into a low groan. His eyes lock onto his opponent as he studies his appearance and movements. Nyles looks the man over. He towered over him by half a foot easily. His build was somewhat intimidating. His body was wrapped in black from head to toe. It gave him the impression that this man was an assassin rather than a straight warrior. He noted the man's red eyes peeking out from his black body wrappings.

"A sheikah? Interesting interesting. I'm glad to not be fighting one of the many teenagers who are here to play games. I feel like I can go all out."

He smirked, watching Apollo unsheathe his blade. He could see the eastern design of the blade, very different from the design of his shortsword, and appraise the excellent craftsmanship of the sword. He studied Apollo's stance. It was clearly defensive in purpose. He digested the man's words and tone. He couldn't tell if it was an attempt to be intimidating or if the man was simply gruff. It was difficult to tell his body language beneath his wrappings. He just chuckled to himself.

"Very well. Then allow me to fight you with everything I have. With Stigma's sting and Arcadia's protection."

Nyles held his stance for several seconds. The two stood like statues. Nyles smirked wider, deciding that he would be the one to make the first move. He charged forward with his shield held in front of him. His eyes never left Apollo and his sword. When he came within five feet of his opponent Nyles came to a sudden stop. His shield was still raised in front of him while he stabbed outward with his shortsword. The straight sword jab was aimed for the man's shoulder. The stabbing motion didn't take advantage of the sword long edge, but he intended to probe Apollo's ability with a fair exchange of blows. He planned to have fun with a test of skill.

[An attack action was used. If hit, it inflicts of damage.]

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@apollo!

DANKE ϟ

As Apollo has not posted in over a week, Nyles is declared the winner~