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Halden shrugged. "I gave the arena master my last 30 denars. Figured I can always get more off enemy's bodies. To combat!"
They entered the arena. Facing them were twenty of the best guards of Zendar. With a maniacal laugh Halden charged into the middle of them, swinging his wooden sword here, there, everywhere. Before anyone else had moved, three guards already lay on the ground, with lovely bruises and bumps forming on their battered heads.
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Aerick charged ahead with his padded sword held off to his side with both hands. He charged at a guard who tried raising his sword to bring it down on Aerick's head. Aerick side stepped the attack and slammed the flat of his sword into the guards head. He reversed the attack with a counter motion, he slammed another guard with the flat of his sword, this time it hit him in the midriff and knocked him off balance. Aerick thrust a fist into the guards face knocked him over, a dull blue starting ever so slowly to form around his eye.
Halden had cut his way through to the two archers, who, though they had put up a good fight, were no match for his superior skill.
Suddenly, from the bleachers, a figure fell down to the arena.
With a thud and a grunt, the person slowly stood up in the midst of battle. "Blah," he groaned, "Not again."
It seems that Jarly, the town drunkard, has tripped into the arena. The poor fellow, though in considerable pain, was inebriated, like always. Jarly decided that now would be a good time as ever to cause some mayhem, so he pulled out a cleaver and began limping towards Halden, who was easily pummeling his opposition. Think you're so tough, eh? thought Jarly. He then proceeded to attack Halden, who was very confused, with his infamous Stab of Temulency. Halden's padded weapons did not even faze Jarly, and so he quickly succumbed. Writhing in pain on the ground, Halden slipped into unconsciousness.
Shortly afterwards, Jarly wandered off, and promptly ran into an arena wall. With a belch, he collapsed.
With a thud and a grunt, the person slowly stood up in the midst of battle. "Blah," he groaned, "Not again."
It seems that Jarly, the town drunkard, has tripped into the arena. The poor fellow, though in considerable pain, was inebriated, like always. Jarly decided that now would be a good time as ever to cause some mayhem, so he pulled out a cleaver and began limping towards Halden, who was easily pummeling his opposition. Think you're so tough, eh? thought Jarly. He then proceeded to attack Halden, who was very confused, with his infamous Stab of Temulency. Halden's padded weapons did not even faze Jarly, and so he quickly succumbed. Writhing in pain on the ground, Halden slipped into unconsciousness.
Shortly afterwards, Jarly wandered off, and promptly ran into an arena wall. With a belch, he collapsed.
Halden got up and shook his head. "I'm not sure, but all he did was momentarily stun me. Ah, there he is!" Running towards the drunkard, Halden began pummeling the man with his fists, giving him a beating he would not soon forget. Bennet and Jalin winced as they heard the man's ribe crack under Halden's furious blows.
Halden winced. "Well, did I say 20? I meant all of them... except the two on the walltop, of course... at least I think they stayed put... anyway all of them equals, say, about... oh, just 260. 
" Halden swung his sword into the stomach of one guard, then on the backslash hit another who had been sneaking up behind him.
" Halden swung his sword into the stomach of one guard, then on the backslash hit another who had been sneaking up behind him.
Halden replied as he slammed his swordhilt into the jaw of a guard who got too close. "Hey, it's fun though, isn't it?"
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