Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151201110728/@comment-25924729-20151202001724

(Hope you like the arena i chose)

Tigris regarded the two newcomers for a long moment, but betrayed no espression to their arrival. Her head cocked slightly out of curiousity as she sized up each of them, especially the one who volunteered to duel her.

She turned her attention back to Zhu-li, who was still trembling under her grip on her jacket. She was afraid, and justly so. They both knew that in direct combat, Tigris would annihilate her quickly, painfully and humiliatingly for both parties.

Which was why the redhead was intrigued by Kinaver's proposal. A new opponent, a wild card, one whose skill was unknown, possibly a much more entertaining challenge then Zhu-li?

An eternity later, Tigris finally released Zhu-li and turned to Kinaver. "It would be my pleasure to accept your challenge." with a graceful bow. Zhu-li seized the moment and ran away to hide behind Asper.

Goodwitch sighed at the change in matchups, but didn't object. She turned back to the class and announced the new matchups, then added "Of course, not every battle is fought in a training room. It's our duty as Beacon staff to train you to function in any situation or terrain, and since we have the benefit of technology from the Vytal Tournament..." she tapped her scroll, and the world shuddered.

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Zhu-li joined Asper on a bench at the edge of the battle stage to wait their turn, while watching Kinaver and Tigris prepare to fight. She sat and resisted the urge to hug him, opting instead for just a small cuddle.

Professor Goodwitch's actions were a suprise, and she watched with alarm as the floor collapsed on itself around the three figures on stage, producing a lush field with sparse trees, sand pits and a even small lake.

Tigris noted the terrain change emotionlessly, pondering her options and tactics before deciding she liked her odds. Though her semblance and rifle would be hindered by the open plain, it was perfect for Burning Bright's spear form, whose longer reach would provide an advantage over her opponent's shorter blades.

She drew the weapon and gave it a twirl, transforming it to a 7 foot pole with a curved blade on the end. "Let us duel with our lives and honor." and dropped the point towards her adversary, waiting expectantly. Chivalry dictated she cannot attack until he accepted the challenge.