Shabaka's Pride - Round 2: Match 2

             Shabaka spent no time in thought, she hadn’t the time, for as soon as she and Vito had made it to the sidelines, Amare stood in front of Bard, ready for xyr match against Tilian. He was cautious to approach, but eventually did stand against Amare. Smalls watched the pocket watch closely, waiting for the exact second the minute hand hit a new reference mark, giving him a clear point to count from. But then, he did not hesitate.

            “Start the fight!” Smalls shouted, and the confrontation between Tilian and Amare instantly went full throttle.

Amare lifted xyr arms, causing two pillars of dirt to come jutting towards Tilian. He quickly dodged and went to bite at Amare’s hair. Just before he could get in range, Amare brought xyr right arm across their chest. The corresponding dirt pillar made a U-turn and came back towards Tilian. Tilian ducked just in time. To avoid being hit by xyr own attack, Amare clenched their fists, dispersing the earthen pillars. Tilian leaped back up, thrusting his sword up at Amare’s chin. Amare stumbled back, nearly falling over and ending the match.

Shabaka was slightly confused by this battle, not because any of the actual events were odd, but because of the thing she always found befuddling about Amare. This was a person who was two hundred and ten years old. Yet xey were barely any more mature or experienced than their short life spanned siblings. But that was just the thing, while even to Bard his own child seemed ancient, for an elf, xey were barely an adult. Xey had never been put into situations where they had to mature, this is what made the life experiences for different races vary based on life span. It was why barkeeps had to keep charts listing the different legal drinking ages. But there was one thing Amare had about the rest of xyr siblings. Sheer knowledge.

Tilian thrust forward again. Amare took their shovel and spun it so that the wooden blade ended up in the shovel’s bell curve chip. This gave Amare complete control over xyr brother’s weapon. The next second, the shovel had pinned the sword to the ground, allowing the elf to stand tall over the dragon. But that dragon smiled and pushed his sword forward in the ground. It was the one movement Amare could not stop or control without giving Tilian the chance to escape. Tilian bit down on the shovel’s handle and lifted it up off the ground. Amare looked panicked. So, seemingly out of fear and instinct, xey let go of xyr shovel and lifted their hands into the air. Tilian’s eyes showed that he was aware of what was happening but chose to keep pressing forward. Meanwhile, a jet of earth started flying to his head.

This fight was coming down to speed and speed alone. On one end, Tilian charged ever forward. He could knock down Amare, while still holding xyr weapon in his jaws. On the other end, Amare desperately used xyr magic. For some reason beyond Shabaka’s understanding, instead of making two pillars of dirt, they had made one with the density of two.

Particles of dirt flew as the spell dispersed… It had hit its target. Tilian laid on the ground, knocked to his side. Just before Amare fell on xyr back. Bard pointed his fan at Amare to confirm the result.


 

Amare

Vitoroy

Tilian

Smallblade

Shabaka

Points

Amare

~

 

W

 

 

1.0

Vitoroy

 

~

 

L

L

0.0

Tilian

L

 

~

 

L

0.0

Smallblade

 

W

 

~

 

1.0

Shabaka

 

W

W

 

~

2.0

Amare vs Tilian: Winner, Amare of Quickwood. Match time, 0:56.

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