| Dan Challanges Argyyle |
| Dan bowed in return, signaling to the med droids to come remove Nem from the field. "You have done well, Argyyle Cartagia Zantor. You have emerged victorious in my tournament, and have earned the final prize: the Aing-Tii Blade and the money." Dan suddenly grinned, half impish, half feral. "Here I break with convention, however, and offer you a challenge. I wish to test your abilities for myself, so I propose a contest� a double-or-nothing match under tournament conditions for the prize money you have just earned. Either way, the Blade is yours. If you agree, the match will be held in three hours, to allow time to get inhibitors for my cybernetics fitted." Dan reflexively gestured with his left arm, proving the point that he did indeed require quite a few inhibitors before he would conform to tournament regulations. "What say you?" |
| Argyyle stood, his face emotionless. At last, the sword was his. It had always been by right, but not in fact. Of course, there were none who had entered this tournament that was worthy of such a magnificent blade besides himself. His anticipation of his hands closing around the hilt were cut short by Dans grin and pronouncement. "Here I break with convention, however, and offer you a challenge. I wish to test your abilities for myself, so I propose a contest� a double-or-nothing match under tournament conditions for the prize money you have just earned. Either way, the Blade is yours. If you agree, the match will be held in three hours, to allow time to get inhibitors for my cybernetics fitted." Argyyle's shock was not permitted to show on his face. Nothing was. As far as he knew, Danthros Avantrix had not challenged anyone publicly in a very long time, if ever. The money was moot. The chance to fight a worthy foe was an undeniable lure. His voice expressionless, Argyyle intoned: I accept your challenge, Danthros Avantrix. We will meet at the stated time in single armed combat. Argyyle bowed slightly at the waist, never taking his eyes from Dan's, stood, crossed his right foot behind his left and spun in place, back ramrod straight as he walked victorious from the arena. Outwardly he appeared calm and composed. Inwardly, His emotions boiled. He relished the chance at an honest defeat against one who could best him in fair combat. This was a dream come true for Argyyle. He would not be dissapointed in Avantrix, he was sure. He would not leave this match feeling soiled or hollow. At last. At Last. |