Round 1 - Kirabo vs Flash

[Kender Bard]

Kirabo shifted. He didn't want to go against Flash so soon, but, well, chance was a fickle bastard like that. "May the best man win, Lord Calder," he called out and tightened his grip on his sword.

"Ready?" inquired their judge.

[Northen Light36]

"Indeed Kirabo," Flash replies, shifting into his prefered stance. This would not be an easy fight, Flash knew. Kirabo was a fine fighter, but still, Flash thought he might be able to guess a weakness of the man. How much was the man's arms lessons traditional and how much did he know of the ways of street fighting, Flash wondered.

"I'm ready," he told the judge.

[Kender Bard]

"Begin," the judge decared sharply.

Kirabo did not rush in at Flash but he did start to close the distance betwen them, moving cautiously, light on the balls of his feet, and intent on keeping Flash in front of him at all times.

[Northen Light36]

Flash waited, his eyes never leaving Kirabo and his body tense and ready. As soon as Kirabo is closer, Flash darts forward and makes an attempt to score an instantly 'fatal' gut wound.

[Kender Bard]

Kirabo quickly brings his sword to parry as his other hand snaps out to try and shove Flash to the ground or further off balance.

[Northen Light36]

Flash side steps the shove and steps back, shutting his eyes. In the crowd, watching, Saph quickly does the same. An instant later it's clear why, as Flash acivates his Storm sign to create a blinding flash of light. Opening his eyes after the flash, Flash darts forward, hoping his namesake trick has left Kirabo open. He slashes at the other man's side.

[Kender Bard]

Kirabo is quickly defeated. "Flash wins!" the judge announces.