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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/23/2017 4:58:01 PM
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"You'd think a message like that would be private."
Brutus exclaimed, as a result of receiving the message by over hearing on a nearby radio. Counting out gold pieces from a small sack, his golden helmet emitted a sigh, before placing the sack back and trading over the gold for a shiny looking trident. Despite its shinty appearance however, it was still rather plain looking, as if made of iron. It did not seem to match with his golden looking armor, and neither did the grey, steel perhaps, buckler on his lower back. However, upon hearing the message, he decided to investigate. He slowly made his way through dojoville past a confused crowd who heard it on the radio.
If there was a chance to get more sparring in, or make a few more friends he would take it. Deciding that the "fight" part meant they were at the Dojo itself, he began his slow walk, picking up the speed, upon realizing that he blocking the usual bustle of the crowd. This was not like his home city- though he had realized that. As the Golden King's 3rd in Command- he must be in perfect form. His pace picking up to a jog, Brutus eventually reached the location of the trio with a wave. It was actually rather cold, where they were. "You sure you meant to send that?" Brutus asked, "It was kinda... Odd." He was rather far away, and it was more of a greeting to tell them he was three than an actual question. However, it would probably need to be answered anyway.
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"Of course, I intended to send something out like that. It interests people, does it not?" [i]The Mando would say, as those lime green eyes would study the golden armoring of the gladiator, his trident and his buckler shield as well. He wasn't an incredibly armed warrior, as she had expected to arrive upon the scene of the three supposed combatants had set up. The eyes of one of them in particular - Elizabeth, with icy blue irises, would look over as if mentally questioning whatever the green-haired bounty huntress had done.[/i] "...Though I would expect a lot more guns from your type. Whatever, though. I suppose that you're here to fight one of us?" [i]Zara would speak again, as she would slide on her helmet in preparation for an actual fight. Covering her head entirely, the helm looked to have been shaped like a medieval greathelm, although the material seemed to have been beskar. The visor was carved out into a sharp, simple "T" shape, providing a view for her eyes yet. An interesting design to utilize.[/i]
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[spoiler]Fück I forgot to say his has like- 2 nets at his waist, folded up. [/spoiler] "Well, you said friend too, though I suppose you put that option out with that weird helmet of yours." Brutus remarked, placing the buckler up towards the woman, and aiming the trident in her direction. "I mean, I'd rather not fight for anything but training, it seems like a waste of human life." Despite the Gladiator's appearance, he didn't seem as brutal or bloodthirsty as the stereo type would depict. He slowly circled the woman, keeping his eyes under the helmet trained upon her, making sure that he would not be caught by surprise. He angles himself close towards the cut incase he needed to run.
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"This weird helmet will be the last thing you see if you keep it up. And fine, fine." [i]The remark was oddly spoken in a seemingly joking manner, as Zara would then draw the blade at her side - a weapon of twenty-one inches, the blade fifteen inches long, with the hilt of the tool making up six inches. The edges were slanted for more effective slashes, while the sharpened tip allowed utilization of thrusts and stabs into foes.[/i] [i]With a dexterous twirl in her right hand, Zara would raise her left, beckoning the gladiator forth. Either that, or she would engage combat.[/i]
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"Hey, no need to be hasty- you know?" Brutus asked, though his stance was rock solid, sweat glistened on his bare chest. This was not VR- he could very well be injured. Quickly, his helmet turned to side and his eyesight aimed at the other two women, hoping they would be the mediator of the fight. Deciding instead to talk his way out, Brutus spoke, "Look, I don't want to get injured, you don't want to get injured, whattaya say we call it off? I hardly know you people!"
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"You insult my helmet, you're dressed as a gladiator - and you beg for mercy? I'll strew your coward guts across the Dojo, you-" "Zara, if he doesn't want to fight you to the death, then don't force it upon him." [i]The icy Elizabeth would say, as if preparing to leap between the engaging combat between Brutus and Zara. Indeed, the Mandalorian had gone completely still for the time, her blade stuck silently within her tightening grasp as she stared upon Brutus. The only face that he saw was that T-shaped helmet, still.[/i]
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What stated back were the black, almost lifeless holes in the helmet he himself wore. He relaxed his position, placing the butt of his trident in the ground, and lowering his shield. His form seemed to slump, and he nodded to the one who intervened as a "thank you." "Fighting to the death? How many people have you slaughtered? Did you know their name? I didn't. A terrible thing, the arena was. To kill over an insult is... It's..." He struggled to think of the words, before deciding to call it quits and simply sigh. He'd seen people do worse for less, but it still put him on edge. "Did you truly call for a fight? Willingly throw yourself into battle?"
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"...Do I ask for a fight? Yes, I do. I am a warrior, and I demand combat-" [i]The Mandalorian warrior would soon be interrupted, as a plain, pale hand from the blonde woman was placed upon her left shoulder. While she gripped the bone underneath, it was not an offensive gesture, as the icy blue eyes met the lime green ones that would belong to Zara, of whom was Brutus' previous combatant.[/i] [i]There was a simple silence, before the Mandalorian would release a simple sigh from her pink lips, nodding towards the peacekeeper of the group as the bounty hunter then returned to the bench, removing her helmet once again. The blonde woman looked upon Brutus, before nodding.[/i] "If you'd feel better with just training.. I can help."
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"Thanks. My name is Brutus, er- just Brutus." The gladiator closed the distance between the blonde woman and himself, offering a handshake. His own hand was rather scarred, and had a rough texture to the outside. Certainly not the hand of a noble- despite his unwillingness to fight. "And your name? I'd hate to call you lady for the rest of our time together."
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"Elizabeth. The kindness on your part is appreciated, though - can't say that many have called me "lady"." [i]Elizabeth would bow her head towards the gladiator, as the rugged hands of the warrior were clasped by a singular, smooth hand, as soft as silk. Yet the hand was freezing, as if the fingers were hardened icicles, her grip the cold wrath of winter coming.[/i] [i]Though Elizabeth's friendly demeanor contrasted with such coldness.[/i] "No one should fight over such things. Though wars start for less, to be terribly honest."
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"In...deed." Brutus released from the grasp, feeling the cold on his hand for a moment... He'd seen enough magic to know something was going on. Placing his hand back on his trident, which was resting against his shoulder, he picked it up off the ground. He quickly aimed at the woman- before speaking. "Shall we make use of the world creation seats?" It seemed that he was referring to VR. Seeing as he had no armor beside the helmet and his belt area, it was probably a good idea. "Unless you have some other sort of practice in mind?"
