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Utterly bewildered, Mooo stepped into the room, doing double-takes at almost everything there was to look at, scratching the top of his head with a puzzled, clueless look on his face, amazed that they were fighting, well... here. Hopefully, if anything got broken here, it wouldn't come out of the reward money... it would probably take a nice, fat chunk of it just to repair one of the columns if it broke... and that mirror. Mooo was growing more intimidated by the minute in this room, and it wasn't from Kell, which was a completely different cause for worry.

Still doing his sightseeing of the room, Mooo almost didn't see Kell, and stopped less than three feet away from him, backing away suddenly and almost getting into stance. "Hey, man," he laughed nervously.

"You, uh... y'know why we're here instead of in the sandbox we were in last time?"

Kellindel quirked an eyebrow, "maybe someone broke it... or maybe they just think it will make things more dramatic if we're fighting around things that will actually break. Speaking of which, I'd hate to be you right now. The worst I can do is scratch or rip something, but you... I don't remember hearing anything about waiving costs for damages and I'd hate to find out the wrong way how much a solid block of marble costs."

He did an excellent job of suppressing his grin. Maybe this wasn't so bad a battlefield after all. Best not let him think on that too much though.

His swords slid easily from their scabbards. "Best not make everyone wait much longer." He spoke easily, unobtrusively putting a bit more distance between himself and Mooo as he let the tip of his right blade descend to point at him. The other he held loosely out at his side in an almost lazy stance.

"Unless you're worried about causing property damage."

Of course he would make the first move. Feints and trickery aside, it was just common sense for him to attack first. Despite the tremendous difference in size between the two Kellindel actually had the range advantage. It would only be prudent for him to make the most of that edge while he still had it.

Inch forward nothing.

The moment Mooo stepped just outside the range of his swords, Kellindel made his move. He half-stepped forward, letting his forward right foot slide a few inches toward Mooo on the slick marble surface, bringing Mooo's arms just within range of his weapon. His right arm extended outward in a classic fencing thrust aimed right for the narrow crack between Mooo's arms and at his face behind it. Then his arm flexed like awkwardly, rippling like a wave cresting from his shoulder toward the tip of his blade and snapping his sword downward and out of the way.

They were still in the midst of the preliminary exchange and Kellindel had little interest with attacking any vital points that might bring his own person in danger. But he didn't want it to look like it. His left blade shot forward as his right swept downward and to the side, his left foot lifting off the ground as if to follow through with the attack and add Kellindel's weight to the blow aimed at Mooo's stomach just under his elbows.

At the initiating movements to this second feint his real attack would strike. While his sword swept downward he released the handle for a fraction of a second, loosing the sword so that it would fly straight from his hand before snatching it again with his pinky just beyond on the pommel. This adding the few extra inches necessary for his sweeping blade to slash across Mooo's upper leg just a few inches higher than the knee. Kellindel enjoyed his range advantage and he wanted to keep it. The lightning fast flick of the blade would culminate just beneath Mooo's flesh on the outside of his leg and, hopefully, damage the muscle to hinder his movements and cause him pain whenever he stepped.

At this point he would push off his now planted right foot to bring himself back out of range once again, his left hand cocked to complete the trust that had only previously acted as a feint instead as a warning against Mooo's usual rushing attack.

Score one for the elf. That oughta remind Mooo just what he was dealing with here. It wasn't much but if it gave him even the smallest psychological advantage it was worth it. Mooo could certainly end this fight with a single punch but he wasn't going to have to hit and they both knew one of them wasn't having any of that. A painful reprisal for an attempt to pressure him would certainly get the gears working in Mooo's head and Kell had a fairly good idea where they would end up, where they almost always ended up.

A rush.

It looked like his guard was tightening Mooo up. He wanted Kell to come at him again. Unless he got Mooo to panic and start rushing him with abandon that was likely how things were going to play out. Best not to disappoint.

His legs nearly crossed as dashed back in, leading his quickstep with a lightning fast thrust at Mooo's left arm. Sure it was a more aggressive move than someone in his position would use, but slashing didn't exactly afford him much protection both because of Mooo's fighting style and strength. Luckily this weakness was true in both of them, using a boxing stance was only presenting his arms for attacking.

Again, he remained scant centimeters within the limit of his range, content to only keep Mooo's limbs within reach of his blades. Time to see what Mooo had up his sleeve.

It wasn't a bad plan Mooo had. Against anyone else of moderate intelligence who knew what those fists were capable of doing, Mooo most certainly would have set their hair on edge with a wild, dangerous attack. Kellindel however, was far more than passingly familiar with Mooo's capabilities. He had thought long and hard before this fight on how he might exploit these chinks in Mooo's armor. The conclusion he had come to was that it was indeed possible for him to win, if extraordinarily difficult, otherwise he likely wouldn't have decided to enter the ring in the first place.

However, even this wasn't the reason that Kellindel was able calmly watch such a lethal attack rocket toward his head. He had come to terms with the fact that just one punch could and would end this fight, he knew the risks he taking just to have a fight with Mooo and he had accepted them. If Mooo wanted to intimidate him with his power he was going to have to do a lot more than throw such a massive haymaker. On the contrary, that was just what Kellindel was hoping to eventually drive Mooo to start sending his way. He'd be lucky if Mooo threw another for quite a while but for the time being he was more than willing to take advantage of it.

Still the wind Mooo's punch set blowing Kell's hair backward even several inches shy of his face set his blood pumping and his adrenaline surging. He knew Mooo fully expected the punch to miss since if it had struck him it probably would've ripped his head clear off his shoulders. The tremendous range advantage gave him a sizable amount of time to react to attacks, however. Especially ones which were so obviously displayed before thrown. Lets see if Mooo expected a prompt response.

Kell's deflected sword shot snapped back in. Only guided away from Mooo's head and now at maximum extension it had no counteracting force preventing Kellindel from flicking the blade around like a fencer more concerned with scoring a touch than running his opponent through. Which was true of his current intentions. His hand dropped suddenly, bending backward to gently raise the tip of the sword upward in a short arc before whipping the whole weapon down like one might move to snap the moisture from a towel. It slashed downward toward Mooo's front leg.

His other weapon followed, cutting upward from Kellindel's side in a flicking diagonal slash aimed roughly at Mooo's armpit. Low enough so that it would score a torso blow if Mooo wasn't quick enough but high enough that it had a good chance of cutting the underside of Mooo's extended arm if he pulled back.

Kellindel's footwork shifted as he stepped away to return his equilibrium after leaning back, his left foot sliding behind his right in the almost classical fencing position. A light-footed stance that would allow for quick linear movement toward and away from his opponent. Just what he needed to keep out of reach.

Yes, in the end of the day Kell was pretty sure he had a good chance of getting hit. But in the end he had decided it was well worth bleeding Mooo out for as long as he could manage before one of the lugs ape fists slipped through.