Aryn vs. Aryck

[Director Troutman]

Same as before, folks. Fights take place shortly after your first. Same ring, same rules.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( I apologize to you in advance for my absence later today and tomorrow, Ryan. x-x Icky plane rides and whatnot. I'll try and squeeze in a post before I leave, depending on when you post, but obviously I can't make any promises. )

Aryn huffed, still feeling she'd gotten through her fight with Nathan by the skin of her teeth. If the first round was any indication, the second round wasn't going to be much easier. In fact, she was betting it was going to be downright nasty. The round she was in was called...and she strode towards the ring, once again giving a brief nod of thanks to the guy manning the door.

All that was left was to wait for her opponent to clamber into the ring.

'...Hm, judging by how all the competitors are...I'm up against someone tall again. Thank goodness it's not someone like Will...or the guy he's set up to fight. ...or that other monster of a guy. I wouldn't have the greatest of chances with them...' Hand on her hip, she blew her bangs from her eyes somewhat impatiently, the pent-up adrenaline and energy from her first round and succeeding break winding her up mentally. Her next thought came with a bit of a reckless grin. '...wouldn't stop me from trying, though.'

As her opponent entered the ring - Aryck Venn - Aryn took one long look and then let out a coy little whistle. ''Not bad at all, I must say.''

[Aryck Venn]

The first round was finished, and Aryck, as usual, had escaped with the barest minimum of injuries. Making it through the match and only having to endure being tossed into the cage wall once was fortunate on the thin fighter's part. Whether his luck would pull through to the next round or not, however, would remain to be seen, as it was to begin very, very shortly.

His round number was called, and, as usual, Aryck did not bother to see who he would be facing. It was most likely he didn't even know them, after all. His usual apathy prevailed as he sauntered almost uncaringly towards the ring. It had been not but about ten minutes, and he was to fight again.

He opened the cage door and stepped in, viewing the girl he was to be facing. She gave him the once over and, apparently, liked what she saw, letting out a whistle and a little remark. Aryck simply raised his eyebrows for about half a second in what could only be described as an 'are you serious?' facial expression. It would seem that this warrior enjoyed the use of deception, charming her opponents to make them less of a threat. Against a stone wall like Aryck, however, the tactic was going to come up short.

"This isn't a beauty pageant. If you have something to say, say it, but if not, then let's do what we came here to do."

Unlike some, Aryck had no real qualms with fighting a woman. It tends to come with the whole 'not really caring about the plights of any other member of society' territory. He rolled his arms and cracked his knuckles nonchalantly. Girl or not, trickster or not, she had already won a match to get here, which proved that she was at least somewhat capable. Soon, Aryck would find out just how capable she was.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( ...ick. I'm really, REALLY sorry, Ryan, for not being able to get around to this. Even though the judging is later today, I can't continue this, even though (without a doubt) Aryck won this fight due to my inactivity. I'm resigning from the tournament (as I was afraid something like this would happen anyway, what with me now being at home and whatnot), and will be taking a two/three-tournament hiatus/exile.

Once again, Ryan, I'm sorry. This really wasn't fair on you, but good luck with the tournament! Just so that my withdrawal is official, I'll write this post... )

Aryn had just relaxed and was about to burst forwards before a sharp, high cry of her name stopped her short.

"Catch!"

An item flew over the top of the ring, and Aryn had to backpedal several steps to catch it. Her cellphone she'd left with a friend. And there was someone on the line.

Frowning and mouthing "Sorry?" to Aryck, Aryn took the call. In a moment, her lips dipped into a frown before her face went ashen. SHe hung up after a moment more, and turned to Aryck.

"Well, I'm not one to do this sort of thing, but I'm going to have to withdraw for personal reasons. Looks like you got an easy win, though I'm even disappointed."

And hat was all she said before turning and walking back towards the entrance of the cage, murmuring her withdrawal and the reason to the judge, who quickly announced it with his baritone voice.

"Aryn withdraws from the match!"

Understandably enough, a round of the disgruntled calls followed Aryn as she departed the tournament ring and surrounding area. Her cheeks lit up in a hot, embarrassed blush, but she merely glared defiantly at the crowd and took her leave.

[Aryck Venn]

((No worries Tanya. I'll just officially end this one, then.))

There was a sudden turn of events, and much to Aryck's surprise, the sultry brunette had received a phone call, to which Aryck passively shrugged off the mouthed apology, and quickly thereafter, told him she would be withdrawing from the fight. She cited personal reasons, but Aryck couldn't exactly bring himself to wonder what those reasons were, or worry for the girls well-being. He wasn't here for that.

The announcer let the rest of the crowd know the score, getting in turn a chorus of boos and jeers. Aryck's lips turned upside down in a slight frown at the people around him, raising an eyebrow to take in the crowd. While there were quite a few school-age spectators, those who were booing the loudest seemed to be the older watchers, likely those who came to bet on the matches at hand. He shoke his head, giving a sentiment of unpleasantness toward the bloodthirsty onlookers. It wasn't that he cared, but the passion these people had towards sheer violence did not amuse the lanky fighter at all.

He rose his hand in a mock victory, seemingly more because it was 'the thing to do' rather than with any sort of sense of accomplishment, nodding once before dropping his hand and leaving the cage to wait for his next battle.

Two rounds in, and no real hits taken on him to speak of. Either way, he'd use the time the match would have taken to rest up before the next one.

[Director Troutman]

Aryck wins, due to obvious reasons. Sorry Aryn, but even with your own enforced 'exile', I'm incorporating a ban on you entering tournaments until further notice.

Better luck next round, Aryck.