Crystal clear waves crashed along the smooth sandy shore. Fresh footprints were scattered along the face of the beach, giving it a more lived in appearance. The footprints were soon washed away, because the angle of the sand on the beach was very gradual, allowing the water to wash up over fifty feet before retreating back towards the water. With the sun in the sky, reflecting beams of light off the water, it heated the beach, but was counterbalanced by the dampening of the beachfront by the sloping waves. One couldn't ask for a better day.
But today was no ordinary day. The smell of fresh blood was in the air, as a cool breeze whisked by. Standing on the beach, were two figures. One was a young man, wearing a brown robe, trailed by a tattered, black cape. At his side, hung his legendary sword, Valor. Enter Cly the dragon rider. Opposite him, stood a woman who was dressed to kill. Enter Lady Nightmare.
From the village, through the forest, and onto the beach, came a short, old man. He was the battle referee, in charge of keeping the rules from falling astray. The referee spoke up, saying, "Attention! Today you two have come to participate in the greatest fighting tournament the world has ever known. This is...the Game of Death!" Cracking his knuckles, the old man gazed out over the beach. He then met his eyes with Cly and Lady Nightmare, about to tell them the rules of the game. The old man said, "Now, before we begin, I must state some rules. First off, in this round of the tournament, no weapons will be allowed. You may place them on that log over there." Cly gave a quick glance to Valor. I'm sorry old friend, but not today. Cly walked over to the the large, fallen log, and placed Valor in its sheath there. He heard a voice that was unlike any other. Never audible, yet so gentle and ferocious at the same time, it was bewildering. Go win it for me Cly! I shall do my best Esmeralda. Promise me one thing, no helping out, okay. Just watch. But I could easily rip...okay. Talk to you later. Cly then proceeded to remove his brown robe, casting it across the thick of the log. Underneath, Cly was wearing an all white, fighting outfit, which was much more maneuverable. Cly and Lady Nightmare both walked back out to the wet sand.
The referee continued, "Second, some of the people who joined this tournament have powers, which are to not be used." Cly raised his hand, and called upon a small amount of energy. Instantly, his hand caught ablaze, burning with emerald flame. Cly said, "Like this?" The referee responded, "Precisely." Cly nodded. I hardly even use my magic anyway, partly due to the fact that my skill is not very great, and partly because I like a good old fashioned brawl. Cly, being somewhat curious, spoke to the referee, saying, "How will this be enforced?" The old man pulled out a small black box. "This is how it shall be enforced, rider. This is a Power Scanner Version 2.0, which will pick up any use of powers in a close radius." Cly was interested in a device such as that. Cly said, "How much do those things retail for?" The old man's facial expression didn't change, as he said, "That is classified." Cly shrugged his shoulders. Okay.
The referee had one last thing to say. "Finally, stay within the boundaries. No leaving the beach, out of my sight, in over your head in the water, etc. Do I make myself clear?" Cly nodded. The referee said, "Now take your postitions, and we will begin."
The referee showed Cly and Lady Nightmare where to start. They were about fifty feet away from the other, and twenty feet to the water. A wave rolled in, flowing over Cly's bare feet. Aw, so refreshing. Cly let his arms hang loose at his sides. Before the ref began the match, Cly called out to Lady Nightmare. "Tis an honor to fight with you my Lady. May the best warrior win."Meekness. Yes, I must have controlled power. He heard teh ref say, "Go!"
Cly planted his feet firmly into the ground, in a sanchin dachi, which is strong footing against attacks from the front, and from behind. Cly's arms were in marote kumai, which was chest block postion with each arm. Feeling secure, Cly raised his chin up, and closed his eyes. May the winds of victory be with me today. Cly listened intently all around him, waiting for his foe to strike.