Round one: Rith Matou vs. Guinevere Viperatus

[Vidar]

Match begins with Rith's first turn.

[Rith Matou]

"I do not even know why I agreed to this..." Rith muttered to himself as he made his way into the arena, his arms tucked behind his head as he walked, an almost bored look on his face. He sauntered into the center and looked at his opponent arching a brow slightly. He then looked around at the crowd and sighed again. Fighting for no reason had never really been Rith's cup of tea, even less in doing so for the entertainment of others. It just wasn't natural.

And so, Rith pushed one side of his cloak over his shoulder, his hair disturbing slightly, and proceeded to delve into his "Bag of Tricks". He fished around for a moment and retrieved one of his signature Puffers, a small white object reminiscent of a dandelion spore, holding it in his hands which were cupped in an odd manner. Then with a nod and another yawn, Rith sat himself down on the arena floor, shut his eyes and began meditating, a better use for his time then fighting for no reason.

[Guinevere Viperatus]

Guin watched with a slight smirk. Mages... strange but nice usually. She yawned and gripped her bow tighter. She thought about it for a moment then drew an arrow, awaiting his move. She smoothed out the feather and positioned it within her bow. She yawned again, her thoughts on Riley. She cleared her mind, a smile now on her face. She laughed slightly, aiming her arrow.

[Rith Matou]

Rith smiled and laughed a bit, "It is true, yawning is contaigous, quite amusing." he said, a smile curling around his lips from hearing her yawn. Though, that wasn't all he heard, he could hear the sound that could only belong to a bowstring being drawn, she was an Archer, an admirable skill in battle and in everyday life.

Rith rose back up to his feet and opened his hazel eyes to look at his "opponent" again. With a sigh he said to her "You must excuse me. Call me crazy, but I refuse to fight for no reason other than the amusement of others, and I most certainly will not harm a lady. Call it falsebound chivalry, if you will, it was just how I was raised." idely rubbing the back of his head as he spoke with one hand, his other still holding his Puffer in its palm. He would surely defend himself if the situation demanded, but he would certainly not cast the first stone.

[Vidar]

After three days of inactivity, I do declare Rith Matou the victor of this match.