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[color=orange][h2][b]Outside The Arena, Alvion[/b][/h2][/color]

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But unlike Cicero had hoped, the axe did not glance off the top of his helmet. It was thrown with such force and speed that the blade dug into the metal before he could deflect it, but fortunately it stopped just shy of his head within. The edge would  softly prod at his scalp within, now severely blunted by his armor, the rest of the weapon stuck out like a sore thumb from his helmet.

  However, the knight's quick thinking and subtle movements gave him opportunity to counterattack the barbarian's approach. Forcing Rakkath to reangle himself to avoid narrowly scraping the blade meant for his heart, leading to his axe missing the target and glancing off the reinforced part of cicero's armor and throwing him behind the knight.

  But the barbarian was quick on his feet, sliding a single yard before he touched the ground to achor a turn. Now, his opponent had his back turned towards Rakkath. He raised his axe once more, now seeking to plant it into his enemy's back. There was no honor in a fight, Rakkath sought every opportunity he had ---


[b]"HALT!!"[/b]

  A stern shout from the side came just as Cicero was readying himself for the attack, followed by a rain of three arrows that smashed in between the two contenders. One even driving itself into Rakkath's hand axe, causing the barbarian to flinch.

[b]"Cease now or be executed!"[/b] Several spears were quickly placed across the necks of both offenders, more on Rakkath than Cicero. Held by five city guards, three archers readying another volley behind then to fire at any sudden movement.

[b]"There WILL be NO duels OUTSIDE the arena!"[/b] It was hard to tell which one of them yelled it, they wore helmets that hid their features. Perhaps that was the whole point.

[b]"And certainly NONE at this hour!"[/b] Indeed, it wasn't even opening hours for the arena yet. They haven't even registered at the entrance. [i]What momentary madness took over them?[/i]

Rakkath relented, if he moved another inch then he had no doubt they would run him through. He cursed in his tongue and backed away from Cicero and the guard's weapons, glaring at the knight before heading up towards the actual arena. Too many city men now. No doubt he will not forget this.


It was then that Cicero heard a familiar laughing.

[color=000000]"Good, good. You will be perfect for this."[/color]

But no one else seemed to hear it.

[b]What will Cicero do?[/b]

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