Tag: V'an, Tag: Inggharudube
"Oh, aren't you the funniest man alive, my friend." K'rios found himself laughing from the jest, knowing that a match between himself and his friend would be fun and entertaining. He would want to go easy on V'an, not at all worried about himself, which was pretty poor thinking on his part now that he thought about it. But he knew his own strength, and how it could be placed, and he wouldn't want to take the chance of hurting the brownrider in the process. He didn't say that, but instead moved to stand next to him for a moment. "You've got a lot of bravado for someone who doesn't want to be knocked on their ass in public." He winked, making sure he gave as good as he received.
There was no time to see what kind of reaction he might get in return though, because a moment later the matches were called. He was matched with a man he didn't recognize, due to the fact that he was a wherhandler. There had been one or two glances in the past, but he couldn't ever recall the two of them having an up close encounter. There'd never been reason to due to their separate occupations, until this moment in time when something like a sword fighting competition gave them reason to be in the same ring at the same time.
That he does.
It was the last he would, could, say to his dragon before the match began. There were no dirty tricks involved, though there was temptation at times, just because he found it difficult to keep up with someone of Inggharudube's skills. The man knew how to handle a blade, and while K'rios held his focus where it needed to be, he admired it for a flicker of a second before everything reeled back to where it needed to be. In the end, it was K'rios' strength that pulled him out ahead.
When the bronzehandler approached him, the pewterrider offered his hand to seal the promise of a future meeting, and a future spar. "I'll hold you to that. No holding back on the grounds we can meet upon back home. I'm up for that if you are."