these wounds slow me down.. I was able to dodge blow with luck,
and luck isn't something to rely on.. he thought
It's over.. atleast I bothered trying so I'm not weak.. far stronger then most men.
giving up will show my fear of pain,
something people don't enjoy seeing.
rrr.. why do I even think about these things,
I'm in the middle of a fight and I will do my best!

Azador rushes to his opponent and tries to hit her legs,
in hope she would fall down.

Azador's charge follows the same path as his previous one has done, and has the exact same result: a complete missing of the target (3+3[Roll+AGI]). "And once again, the Mage's overextension of his magical capabilities are showing the great weakness of the Scholars. Few are they who can use magic as well as our friend Azador does, and yet still manage to contend in the trading of physical blows." Tarlen's comments cause many in the crowd to nod, and even more to eagerly await Rose's next move...perhaps her final move of this match.

Rose: 43 HP, 20 SPL
Azador: 9 HP, 4 SPL

OOC: I just thought of something: willpower! It's about time I start using it.

IC:
The ranger dodged yet another attack. And with it, she took a deep breath. This has gone on for far too long, Rose thought. Alpha and Saber were able to finish their fight quickly; but then again, Alpha is apparently more experienced than Azador. Mustering up her strength, Rose once again dashed towards her opponent, guiding her blades to the Hylian in an effort to finally end the fight [Will=9].

With blades seeming to glow from Rose's very will for them to strike down her opponenet, metal slices through cloth once more as their target is finally found. Azador is hit head on by the Dual Wielded swords (14+5+9[Roll+AGI+WILL]), not having even been given a chance to avoid the strike. The Hylian Mage falls to the ground, not moving for several long seconds as the crowd erupts in cheers and applause, Tarlen begins calling out various "She's done it!" comments, and the host of clerics assigned to monitor the matches rushes forward to revive and reawaken the fallen warrior.

Tarlen glides down and takes up a position next to the Human. "And at last, we have ourselves a victor in this long and skill-filled fight! Moving on to Round 2 will be none other than the woman beside me, Rose Hillmound!" The crowd goes wild again as Tarlen drops his voice and motions towards the first row, where several other participants in the tournament are already sitting, including Alpha, victor of the first fight and Rose's next opponent, and Saber, the unfortunate loser of the first fight. "If you wish to watch the rest of this round," Tarlen says quietly, yet still loud enough to be heard, "that first row is reserved for the fighters of the Grand Tournament. Just find a seat..." his voice rises again as he turns back to the crowd, "And we can all prepare for the third fight of this exciting tournament!"

The crowd's enthusiasm is so great, it is rather surprising that a few eardrums haven't shattered yet.

Rose smiled as she sheathed her sword and knife. She merely nodded her head to the now revived mage. To Tarlen, she muttered (probably unheard by the Rito over the shouting), "No, thank you. Rest sounds good." And with that, she left the ring, running into Amelia shortly afterwards.

"Congratulations," Amelia shouted over the din. "Let me take care of those burns." She muttered a few words the human couldn't hear, and when she was done, the burns covering the ranger were gone.

"Thank you," Rose yelled. "Mind if I rest at your place for a while?"

"Of course not. Come on, dearie." Once the two friends escaped the stands, Amelia questioned Rose about her next opponent.

"Alpha will be tough," the ranger replied. "He's a formidable mage and an excellent fighter. Quite unlike Azador. I may get lucky, but I'll have no problem losing to him."

"Well, you just take it easy for the rest of the day. When we get home, I expect you to lie down on the couch and take a nap."

Rose laughed. "Okay, Mother," she teased good-naturally.

Sovelis saw Rose cut Azador down. "So...she got him. Its not suprising, she has much more skill than Azador did anyway." Sovelis looked around. "I hope I won't have to fight her..." Sovelis said as he filed away this fight into his mental cabnets. Rose was formadible, but she wasn't indestructable or invincible. Azador's mistakes had caused him to loose the match. He didn't strike while he had a chance, but Rose took every chance to attack, mabye thats why she had won, mabye...

"Yes, Azador is the one we want," muttered the Dagger and Wasp to each other. He might have put up a better fight if he had trained more. He had yet to bloom, but they, however, would show him his true power. Just as soon as they had to opportunity to talk to him.