[i]Dalious vs Tihn[/i]

At the mistaken name Tihn just rolled his eyes, shaking his head some. In his right hand he held the dagger that he had stabbed Dalious with in a regular grip, briefly wiping it against his pants. In his left hand he held the other dagger in the reverse grip still, beginning to step forwards at a slow pace.

Suddenly he began to move forward at a much quicker pace. His left arm snapped forwards, flinging the dagger in that hand straight at Dalious as he continued to approach, drawing the dagger he kept a hold of back.

Dalious swayed away from the daggar, then backed into a fencing stance. One arm was behind the back and the other defending the attacks. He backed, step by step, blocking and swaying until he saw an opportunity in the footwork. He stepped off and lunged aside, rolling and picking up his second dagger from the ground in the process. He moved back up to his feet and held both blades to his sides.

"What's in the bags?" he wondered. 

As Dalious took the time to retrieve his dagger, Tihn did the same for his own weapon that he had thrown just moments before. Rather than keeping it out however, he instead sheathed it once again as his hand went back to one of the bags, briefly reaching inside before pulling out a clenched hand. Once more he went on the assault, keeping the closed hand back as he attacked with the dagger in his right.

Quite suddenly, he flung the left hand out and down, uncurling his fingers. A dark, almost dust-like substance was flung to the ground, and upon impact it sparked before popping with small explosions in a flash. Though the sudden flare of heat was surprising, it didn't actually burn Dalious as it was aimed just before his feet, and was used to distract so that Tihn could suddenly swing in with another blow.

The pirate was expecting some sort of shattered glass or sand when the opponent grabbed from the bag. He focused on deflecting his attacks the best he could, but his main priority was blocking whatever substance the guy was about to throw into his eyes. Finally it came, and he raised one of his daggers across his face and closed his eyes briefly, while turning his head slightly and simultaneously raising his second dagger in a blind attack.

It wasn't what he thought it would be, though, as a spark came from the floor. It didn't phase him, and his blind attack managed to block the oncomers real intended strike in a loud 'clank' that rung through the arena. The attack was so hard as it was blocked that it sent a spiraling jolt through Dal's body, also pushing him back a bit. It was an unnerving feeling that made him sick to his stomach, or maybe that was the night before's rum.

"I had to ask..." Dalious said, spitting to the ground and shaking his head. "Now I'm really not remembering your name."

The brief second he had was enough to gather himself. He lunged forward, faking a strike with the left weapon and swiping the opposite direction with the right. Then he spun around in a half circle in the direction he was already moving, bringing both blades at Tihn. 

With Dalious' attacks Tihn began to backpedal, deftly dodging and avoiding the first attack by Drosil. He did so by ducking back and forth and leaning back with his steps. With the dodges his hand went back to his pouch, resting inside of it as the man waited and waited for an opportunity to be presented by Dalious.

"Tihn."

The moment came with the double blow from the pirate, and as it came Tihn once more flung his hand forwards. The strange dust-like substance was tossed forwards, in the path of Dalious' blows. The man leaped backwards as the pirate's blows passed through, and when Dalious' blades inevitably struck even one bit of the substance the initial ignition was enough to send the entire cloud up in a sudden, quick flash of heat and light.

The burst of light blinded the man in an instant, as he came falling back down to the floor. His instinct formed into a roll upon the ground until he was even again. Immediately he tossed a dagger at where he remembered Tihn was, then stood back up with his eyes closed and a clenched face. A bit of blood trickled down his eyes as he put both hands on the hilt of the single dagger.

"You fight...like a pirate," he spoke. The man considered magic and trickery to be cheating when it came to a one on one fight, which was usually why he was always the one in previous contests that used a lot of foolery. His options were limited in this particular fight, however, and he had no choice but to accept it for what it was. "You remind me of myself, mate. That just won't do."

He stood still, both hands still upon the hilt of his blade. He took a deep breath and concentrated on the movements around him. He could vaguely hear the others as they fought, but his senses zoned in on the man across from him.

"Go on," Dalious told him. "Finish what you started."

The dagger that was tossed at Tihn failed to hit its target as the man spun away from it, eyes coming to rest on Dalious once again. With the man relatively blinded Tihn felt no need to pursue just yet. There was no need to be impatient, despite what the pirate may have said to him. Even though Dalious couldn't see, his opponent just shook his head slightly at what the pirate said.

"That comes off as an insult, you know."

He held his dagger up carefully, before drawing the other. There was no need for the powder at the moment, not with his opponent already blinded. He took slow, light steps around the pirate, holding both weapons in a reverse grip. His movements were slow, carefully, as he continued circling around the pirate... before, quite suddenly, he took several light steps that were much quicker than before, circling around the pirate to his back before he suddenly lunged forwards, bringing up both daggers to stab them down towards Dalious' neck.

Dalious remained quiet in response. Everything zoned out in the silence for the moment. He found his mind quickly bringing up a memory he had once played out. The ocean, in all its glory and splendor, was the last time he remembered it ever being this dark and still. He found peace under the waves, where everything seemed to be more simple. He had a glimpse in his thoughts of the tiger shark that once attacked him. He knew it was there with him, but could not see the animal. The rush he felt when it swam near to him and attacked, when his instincts from practicing movements in the waters kicked in. His natural fluid like motion drifted aside and just out of reach from its jaws. He remembered grabbing the fin and being pulled alongside the creature as he found the split moment of time for his escape back to the ship.

He felt that rush now. Just before the attack, his instincts set in. Dalious ducked down and swayed backward out of the way, toward the opponent and then behind him. In the same motion, he brought his left hand up bringing his dagger to the man's throat while his other hand clenched his hair. His blade pressed against Tihn's adam's apple and he paused.

"Yield," Dalious said, somehow finding himself not wanting to kill the man.

Tihn blinked in surprise, eyebrows slowly furrowing. For a moment, he seemed to consider his options, before he sighed and shrugged slightly. Very slowly he brought his blades down, sheathing them with another sigh and giving a nod. "Very well then, if you insist. Well played."

"Really?" Dalious started.  "I was hoping you'd have something ill to say, so that I may shower the arena's floor with a spectacle of blood and glory.  Fair is fair, though."  He released his blade from the man's throat and sheathed it as well.  "You fight well Tihn, I will not forget your name.  If I do not see again, it is your ugly mug that I will be cursed to have forever embedded within my mind, as you are the last I was to see."

He gave a slight respectful bow, then turned to walk away but realized he was still blind.

"Uh...a little help?"