Warrior Bracket: Match Three: Balfius VS. Alexander

After his last fight Balfius is excited. He loves this fighting, even if there's no blood. But this is the most fun he's had since leaving the mountains. Still carrying his bastard sword and a new javelin, Balfius raises them up as he enters the Arena. Shouting at and with the crowd, pumping his weapons in the air, filling himself with all the excitement in the air. Balfius is ready.

The crowd roars as the competitors enter the area. This is a semi-final match. Whoever advances from this round will be advancing to the final. A lot is at stake- though, a lot of WHAT hasn't quite been specified. Rumors circulate that the winners will be treated to a treasure of their choice from Isra's treasury. Other rumors say that the champion will be conscripted into Isra' armed forces. Still other rumours, and perhaps the most pleasant of the lot to consider, say that the champion will be treated to a night with Lady Naoki.
Regardless, something pleasant is probably in store, and such a half-certainty ought to make this a good match, hence the roaring and whatnot.


Once again, for the umpteenth time, Marceline takes to the feild. Havint become something of a fan favorite, the cheering swells as she enters the feild. She ignores it.

Proceeding to the center, she takes a moment to eye the competitors. Omce again, she finds it difficult to bet safley. Which is all the better, she supposes.

Crossing from one competitor to the next, she checks the enchantments. The mages behind the scenes haven't failed yet, but it's both procedure and good practice to check their work, so she does. She finds all things to be in order.

Stepping back, she assumes a position roughly equidistant to the two fighters, to the left side of the center of the arena. She manages to project her words to them, "Let's have a nice clean match, you two. Starts on the gong."

Seconds later, the aforementioned gong rings out, signalling the start of the third match, between Balfius and Alexander Gallagos.

Holding the front end of his spear with his left hand, and the rear with his right, Alexander waited for Balfius to get into range before thrusting hard upwards beneath the half-giant's sword hand into his hip.

As Balfius swung his sword around to knock Alexander's spear out of the way, Alexander shifted his entire body out, pivoting on his forward left leg to sweep out of Balfius' charge. Considering that Balfius must have been off-balance due to missing Alexander's spear, he capitalised on the moment to reverse the direction of his weapon, and brought the butt of his spear down on the back of the half-giant's neck with all of the strength he could muster, which was a considerable force.

Alexander spun around the tip of the blade as it scythed back through the air, shifting on his left leg provide enough force to swing the butt of his spear across onto Balfius' neck again, as hard as he could.

Just as Alexander had hoped, Balfius latched onto the spear and tried to pull it away. He used that to his advantage to move with Balfius, nigh on charging towards him, most likely causing the half-giant to lose his balance as he encountered no resistance to his pull. As Alexander moved inside the hulking warrior's guard, he rotated on the ball of his right foot, snapping his left leg out to impact his heel directly into Balfius' throat with considerable force, before coming back down and using the man's momentary distraction to retrieve his spear.