Here goes......With very little to virtually no break in between rounds, the eager Hircine gets to his feet as his hands are consumed in an aura of crackling magicka. The crowd as well as the combatants look to see him motioning his hands while two fighters just as they did once before, slowly raise into the chilly northern air.
This match was going to weigh heavily on Sirin. Every opponent was not going to surrender and lay down their lives in a blatant personal rebellion. Sirin knew what had to be done. Refusing to fight was not an option any more and if the battles didn’t continue, then all would be punished in some way or form.
As the two figures stood in the icy pit, they stared into each other’s eyes knowing that in seconds, they both would be fighting for the right to live…for the moment anyway.
Telina, a beautiful Dunmeri woman that would look to be no older then an adolescent, or teen due to her small frame and youthful face. Any man not forced to kill by a Daedric god would never think of laying a finger on her, but all knew that she was in this twisted competition for a reason and that she should not be underestimated by any means.
Sirin stood with katana in hand, this time not on the defensive side. Sirin would not wait for an opponent’s first strike, but instead would overwhelm with mind boggling speed and proficiency with a blade.
Telina watched as the skilled competitor darted forward in her general direction as she charged her magicka in anticipation. She watched the Katana wielding foe with a fierce intensity and waited for an opportune moment. Suddenly, Telina seemed to burst with an explosion of magicka that sent a screaming chilling blast at Sirin.
Sirin could see it approaching with dangerous speed but an attempt to get out of the spotlight failed as the slippery arena surface caused a delay in Sirin’s evasion and the icy blast hit its mark freezing Sirin’s whole lower body.
Telina breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she wouldn’t have had time to draw a weapon if that spell would have missed. She thinks quickly for her next course of action and focuses her magicka just in case.
Meanwhile, Sirin could feel the effects of the ice magic that was all immobilizing. A quick glance proved that the ice was in fact freezing Sirin in place and had climbed to the waist mark. Breath was short as the crippling effects of the spell were taking its toll. Sirin was beginning to feel faint and vision was diminishing quickly. Something would have to be done quickly or the match would be over already.
Telina decided to probe into Sirin’s mind to see if she could finish this fight for good. Telina focuses her mind so she can tap into other’s and decides to alter her mind-voice and act like Hircine in hopes that it would work on Sirin.
“Surrender now you fool! Your feet bound to the arena and it leaves your opponent free to remove your head from your body. Surrender now and I will siphon your life essence from your body and it will not hurt one bit!” Telina says telepathically in a deep, commanding voice.
Sirin looks up slowly and over a shoulder to Hircine with half closed eyes. With a shake of the head signifying disagreement, Sirin starts to chip away at the ice with the razor sharp katana. Within mere seconds, the ice was chipped away to the point where Sirin could break out unaided.
“Time to end this nonsense.” Sirin says quietly before bursting into a full sprint. Telina would rue the day that she ever set foot in this arena at all…as if she or any other combatant actually had a choice.
Telina backed up step by step as the katana wielding enemy charged headlong at her full speed. She was baffled as to how Sirin managed to fight out of the ice as well as pretty much ignore her telekinesis. She could tell that the ice had taken its toll leaving Sirin exhausted and probably half dead for all she could tell but it seemed to be a kind of mind over matter event.
Sirin grinned before leaping into the air while lunging at Telina. She panicked and tried conjuring a bound longsword in her right hand to defend against the invading katana of Sirin but unfortunately that is what Sirin wanted all along. In mid-air, Sirin tosses his katana over to the other hand and takes one swipe before landing behind Telina.
From the audience’s point of view, it seemed that Sirin had missed gravely as Telina quickly turned around but Sirin, and Telina both knew what had happened. The slight of hand move had worked perfectly for Sirin as a trail of blood trickled down the deadly blade. Telina bites her lip as a single tear falls from her eye.
She looks to her shoulder as she feared for the worst. Her dark brotherhood armor had a large gash in the top of the cuirass and she could feel the warmth of blood. Touching the slice in her armor proved what she was afraid of. Blood dripped from her fingers and began to trickle out of the opened wound. The katana had definitely made contact with flesh and the Exhausted and frost bitten Sirin remains knelt, trying desperately to catch a breath while the shock ended for Telina and the pain of the half-foot long gash that started just by her collar bone and ended on her upper back set in as she fell to her knees in complete agony……..
