OoC: Well aren't *I* busy.
This one goes out to Insaney, and his character Aer Athene. I'll be useing Alain Marshall, again.
BiC: Alain had been down on his luck the past few weeks, all when going about his daily routine. Fights had been popping up, and he was always involved. He had made a decision to try to avoid people, and hopefully avoid any confrontations. But he still had no luck, even after almost a week of nothing. He was soon to be battling yet again.
This time his foe was more on his own level than the others, but still had more skills. His unknown opponent was on his way through the town, on a similar path to Alain’s. Marshall was on his way back to the empty building where he stayed. He wanted to get back as soon as he could, because it was evening now, and he was tired. He had been training longer than usual, in an attempt to get better fit, and learn new skills. His armour was feeling heavier, and heavier, but he kept jogging along. His eye caught notice of a man very close to him. What it was that got Alain’s attention was a strange cloak, similar to a cape, that was black as the blackest night, maybe even darker than that. It had grabbed Alain’s attention so well that he was oblivious to a stone in his path. Predictably, he tripping on it. It wouldn’t have been so bad, if only his halberd was not strapped to his back. But it was, and as he fell the blade cut across the stranger’s arm.
Alain wasn’t in the best of moods, being out late and tripping, and didn’t even attempt to apologize. He stood and faced the man, while sliding his hand behind him to grab onto his halberd, just to balance it. But the stranger must have taken this as a hostile move, because he grabbed his own weapon, a fancy curved sword. Alain gasped under his breath, and pulled out his gladius. This was, no doubt, going to lead to a duel.