It was midday in a town in Bosco. This town in particular while small had one big tourist attraction. That being the large circular arena  present in the center of town. The area was circular in nature, made of stone and had stood about 30 meters high and about 50 meter in diameter center with a couple of meters of stone stairs leading all the way up, acting as a stand for the many onlookers.

Today's match was one between two foreigners. Both supporting a different heir in the whole succession battle too. However the whole royal side taking fiasco did not matter in this match. It was a simple game. Both participants would duke it out bear fisted to see who would come out on top. No magic allowed however weapons, items and seemingly racial powers were all fair game.

Entering the area first would be Raymus. He had his hair cut short for today's bout, his hair spiked up with a single lock of hair falling down on his face. His clothes consisted of fairly typical training gear, tight fitting tank top and pants with some simple black sneakers. He had nothing special to his kit, simple, sleek and making him look super good! He stood ready to fight at his side of the area, waiting for his opponent and the bell to ring so their fight could begin. They had the full 50 meters to fight in but they couldn't exit it to jump and fight on the stairs among the crowd. However if they were thrown up there they would be allowed the chance to enter the fight again, provided they could get up in time.

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The wait that hung in the air for the other combatant to come out was non existent. Both entered the area at almost exactly the same time with the same look of steely determination. The entrance was so well timed with each other than the announcer did not know who to introduce first. But at that point there was no need. The crowd was already riled up and rearing to see these two fine specimens duke it out!

Before the match began the wood elf threw what Raymus could only assume was smack talk. Calling his face sexy and to go all out. "W-Wh-Huh? What the hell man? You can't just say stuff like that right before a match." He replied, stumbling on his words feeling his face flush slightly. Thankfully with the roars from the crowd it was likely no one other than the umpire heard the compliment. Shaking his head lightly from side to side, Raymus threw the words from his head and stood ready to fight, his blood red eyes staring daggers at the admittedly cute Raza. "Same goes for you too, uh, big boy." Trying to instill the same tactic as Raza, Raymus tried his own flirtatious comment hoping it would catch the wood elf off guard like his comment had done to the werewolf. The time for talking was over though as the umpire signaled the start of the fight, a loud ringing noise blasted through the area accompanied by the roar of the announcer over the speaker.

To start the werwolf would begin his run, moving off with speed to the left. There was about 40 meters between the two leaving a few meters behind both of them for some breathing room. Raymus was hoping to move around to try and get Raza in the center of the circular ring. He couldn't be sure how quick his opponent was so Raymus made sure to run what would be considered a rank lower than his quickest in his base form. While he couldn't reach the run speed instantaneously once he did he would be running at 20 meters per second, as quick as any basic spell. He wasn't one to toot his own horn but he was happy with this speed, provided he wouldn't have to out run a spell anyway. While he began his run, Raymus's eyes would remain fixed on Raza's entire body. There was a good chance he wasn't going to sit idly by and the werewolf wanted to make sure he could see the entirety of his opponent's well built body for when they attempted their own move. After all, Raymus's own tactic was very basic and easy to intercept but as to the how would be up in the air and something he needed to be cautious of. His lessened max speed would help with this. If Raza did reamin where he was then Raymus would do his best to run rings around him, getting closer all the while hoping for a chance to strike.

wc 524+282 (from last post)= 806

It was only natural that Raymus would edge closer to Raza while enacting his plan. Given there was about 5 meters behind his opponent to run behind in the 50 meter diameter arena. Once he had ran to the left he moved slightly so he could move along, being about 7 meters from the curved wall in the circular arena. Now moving forward on Raza's right, the werewolf would enact his plan to circle Raza within the space given.

Nervous eyes still remained on Raza who had elected not to move, only remaining in his fighting stance and awaiting his move. Naturally the crowd wasn't too fond of both combatant's cautious approach. Raymus at least got some cheers to charge into the man full force and send him through the wall while the more dignified looking onlookers cheered for Raza's more calculated approach. To these people in a random town in Bosco, they were simply watching a brawl between two strangers. No personal stakes and no reputation on the line for either the werewolf nor the elf. Both were as good as ghosts, just wandering in and providing some thrills for whoever caught sight of them!

Once Ray go to the 20 meter mark he was going nearly going that distance a second. To run up as far as he did would take about 3 seconds, meaning the next second that would pass he'd be able to reach Raza. For now Raymus was still thinking to try and circle his opponent to at least get behind him and make the Elf be the center of attention in the middle of the arena. However since Raza had still yet to move, the werewolf was being cautious, eyeing him up and refraining from reaching his top speed. Would Raza move or was he going to wait until Raymus inevitably went for a strike and try to counter? Gritting his teach in frustration Raymus persevered. He hated these technicalwc fights and would much rather just bare knuckle box someone until the one fell. Then again the crowd seemed to enjoy the show so far despite the lack of blood shed.

wc 362+806

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Ok no more fucking around. Everyone, i cluding the fighters were here to be entertained, to be apart of the brawl in their own way. It was up to Raza and Ray to entertain the rest and since it was Ray who made the first move it was his responsibility to actual do something rather than just think about doing it and be cautious every step of the way.

The fight started now! Once he was in a good range, Raymus would be using his momentum from his run to jump high into the air and do a small flip, throwing his hell down to throw an axe kick down ontop of Raza. His moevemt before was already begging to speed up and the jump and attack would be just as fast. Even if he was holding his speed back it would be more than enough to accomplish his attack attempt. But other than his speed nothing else would be held in reserve so Raymus threw his heel down as hard as he could to hopefully do some damage to Raza. Even if the attack would be easily dodged or blocked, Raymus preped his landing so he could move shortly after.

The werewolf's crimson eyes were full of fury as he threw his attack. He wanted to get stuck into this already and if it meant he had to just bite the bullet and throw himself into this fight, even literally, he would do it! A large toothy grin was across his face, gritting in anticipation as he moved through the air. His heart began to beat rapidly as his blood rushed around his body for the surge of power he needed. He could feel his pulse throughout his body and drumming in his ears. Even still he could hear the roar of the crowd, their sheer delight to finally see an attack.
Wc 305+806=911

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Finally, his opponent reacted. Raymus was beginning to worry that he was just going to stand there the whole fight and just allow himself to be hit, throwing the game. But of course not, this guy had some pride! Besides, given how slow the first few seconds of the match were he wouldn't blame the elf for falling asleep. As for the werewolf? Well he was wide awake!

After enacting his plan, his opponent moved back but barely. He was planning a counter attack, that much was obvious. He moved back directly 2 feet from where he was initially and would move directly forward in his counter attack. However Raza moved forward a bit too quickly and would find Raymus’s leg connecting with his neck and clavicle a vital hit should it land. Using his full power in this maneuver to knock out his opponent. The Elf’s movements were good but miscalculated as his opponent would be running right back to where he had been previously and even past that point to try and secure his attack, no longer concerning himself with Raymus’s attack.

Should this work the match would be over. But in regardless if it was enough to knock out his opponent or not, Raymus would have his guard up, blocking any potential vital spots Raza may think of hitting. That being said, after his blow, Raza would be knocked off balance and fall to the ground from not only the blow but from Raymus's own weight too, leaving Raymus on top of him, with his opponent in a compromised position leaving him open to many potential attacks.

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With his foot coming down the fight would reach it's end. Or so the two combatants thought. Turns out both their calculations were off and not only did the elf's vital hit miss but Raymus's ax kick did too. Raymus reached the ground with one of his feet touching the ground while his other foot was stopping Raza from advancing further to apply his vital hit, his only planned attack. Unlike his opponent though, Raymus had prepared a counter measure for when he reached the ground making his reaction seem incredibly fast. The instant he touched the ground Raymus swung his left fist towards Raza's body, using the full swing of his body while his other arm was up in a guard to protect his vtials. Just before his attack reached the vital exposed neck that Vali had left wide open, Raymus's body would instantly expand in both size and tone. His body became more muscular and long. He had transformed just after throwing his punch to catch Vali off guard. So now his fist was even closer to the vital spot, reaching it in a flash, closing the almost nonexistent space between the two. Raymus's other foot would be retracted slightly once he landed too so when he swung he could place it to the ground quickly and prevent Vali from using it to evade by pressing against it or something akin to that. With this the werewolf should win. If not his guard was still up and in his transformed state he was stronger and more durable so he was confident he could retaliate if Vali tried to.

The crowd roared as the swift battle was coming to its end. It was a fierce battle with ups and downs! Well one up followed by a quick down. That action alone seemed to rile up the crowd enough to make it a worth while bout. It made the werwolf wonder if he should take up a career in acrobatics considering one flip and flying kick was enough to spark such enjoyment from the crowd. Even the announcer was praising the move as bold and brash. For most the action Raymus took would be seemed as irregular or maybe even that it belonged in the trash. Raymus knew himself his attack wasn't smart or too tactical, however it was mainly for fun and that alone would be enough for him. Everything else he wouldn't really care about. After all, this was meant to be a fun match out in the boonies without any stakes.
wc 430, over 2000 for this

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The attack, swift. The reaction, nonexistent. The match, over. With his vital strike with his closed fist or paw? Being half transformed was always strange, especially when describing his physical appearance. The crowd however knew exactly how to describe the beat in front of them. But unlike most of the Fioran people he knew, the crowed cheered his sudden transformation, some people in the crowd even deciding to let their own howls in approval. Good thing Hildegard's ideals were being spread!

Raymus himself howled with delight as he had just won the fight, beating his chest as he slowly turned back to his human form. Raza remained on the ground for the count of tn before the bell rang, signaling Raymus's victory over the elf. Some roared even louder while others seemed disappointed. Mainly those with pointed ears. However event with that disappointment many looked glad to have watched the fight. It was fast paced but still entertaining. the flip itself was probably the highlight but Raza's quick retaliation was also something to commend, even if he somehow misjudged the attack to begin with and left himself wide open for an attack. Rather simply minded all things considered given how battle ready this guy seemed to be. As he left the arena, Raymus even heard some of the patrons saying how Raza was a favorite to win and it seemed very unlikely for Ray to win at all. Smirking to himself as he left he was glad to have approved himself.

wc 254

Fight won! after 48 hrs no resp

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