Stree Kry'tal V Todd Miscail
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"Tell me, Kam. Do you know anything about this Todd Miscail guy?" Stree turned away from the listing sphere and turned to his sister.
"Not much. He used to be some big shot with the Crusaders, but was drummed out after he lost it and went after one of his superiors."
"Oh great, I got a psychopath first up." Kam smiled and walked over to the sphere. She tapped the first line.
"Let's go watch this match first. Probably be good for you to work out the fighting style of the winner for your next match." Stree nodded.
"Your right. Let's go."
Tyler Lowan walked towards the center of the fighting arena, and drew his weapons, two hatchets, with extremely sharp blades. He turned to face his opponent, a man dressed in a black samurai gi, and a black-and-white-mask covering his face. Through the slits, Stree noticed a red glow pulsing out. Stree turned to Kam.
"Bet Yojimbo wins this." Kam raised her eyebrows doubtfully.
"And how would you know that?" Stree smiled.
"He has the look of a real warrior. Oh, and that big-ass sword he has could also influence events." Yojimbo started going through warm-up exercises, spinning his sword in his hand. As he started moving, it got faster, and faster, until it was only a blur. Suddenly, Yojimbo himself started spinning around, turning himself into a blur. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped dead. "Impressive." The two men in the arena turned to face one another, and engaged in a stare down until the announcer introduced them.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Please welcome the firs two contestants of the Spiran Tournament! Yojimbo and Tyler Lowan!" Lowan waved to the crowd, while Yojimbo continued to face down his opponent. "First, I'll explain the rules. First is, you can use as much force as you want, provided you don't kill your opponent. If you touch the arena walls, then you are out. If you are down until the count of ten, you are out. Now, ladies and Gentlemen! Let the games begin!" a roar filled the crowd and Lowan shot towards Yojimbo like a rocket. He brought up his axes and slashed full force right at Yojimbo's chest. Just before he made contact however, Yojimbo deftly sidestepped and brought the handle of his sword down hard on Lowan's back. The man dropped to the ground, then flipped forward onto his feet, bringing his axes around to cover his back just as Yojimbo struck. He spun around, and lashed out at Yojimbo's leg, just grazing the other man who had jumped back. Suddenly, Yojimbo slashed out at thin air. Lowan didn't even have to move to avoid it. Stree looked closely and saw that Lowan wasn't even moving at all. "Threaten," he mumbled to himself as he watched Yojimbo start spinning the huge sword as he had done at the start of the match. He started spinning himself as well, but this time he started moving around the arena, like a small cyclone. It was only as he neared Lowan that Stree realized what Yojimbo was doing. Suddenly, a loud crack filled the arena as Lowan went sailing thorugh the air, and hit the wall with a thud.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I think the winner of this one is obviously! Yojimbo!" the crowd erupted in yelling and cheering as Yojimbo turned and walked out of the arena. Stree turned to face Kam.
"Smart ass." Kam looked up at one of the huge video spheres surrounding the arena, and noticed that it was calling for Stree. "You'd better get moving." Stree nodded, then turned and walked over to the reception desk, a grin on his face.