MARCH 24
“Ambrosine Thany here, coming to you live from the Crownstrial arena, where we present the start of our battle royale. Our first two competitors are CYRENE NOR and ZAIRA SAMOS. Zaira was considered a favorite when Queenstrial was still being held as tradition, but Cyrene was not allowed to compete under the old rules. It truly is a meeting between contrasting worlds -- the old versus the new, tradition versus change. As we head to the battleground, place your bets, call your shots! This will be a fight to remember.”
Below the cut is a TRANSCRIPT of the fight between Zaira and Cyrene. The winner is announced in the ending commentary.
ROUND ONE COMMENCING IN THREE, TWO, ONE...
The competitors stats are as follows:
Zaira Samos — +2 Attack. 3 Defense. 40 Health. Cyrene Nor — +1 Attack. 5 Defense. 40 Health.
Zaira will be the first to go, as determined by a dice roll.
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 40H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9.
Zaira stands across from Cyrene with a steeled jaw. In this moment, there is no time to think of appearances. Her thoughts are cleared with an inhale as the challenge is declared, and unlike the calculation of her interview, she chooses instead to act only on impulse. She quickly extends a hand to take the starting strike before the bastard Tyros can duplicate herself, manipulating one of the metal bracelets lining her arms into a sharp spike that is sent straight for Cyrene’s shoulder. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 7 DAMAGE TO CYRENE.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 5D. 33H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 5.
Cyrene takes the painful blow with a wince, but recovers relatively quickly. She uses the pause caused by Zaira’s satisfaction to split herself into four distinct pieces, the fifth body remaining her own. Two close in front of her while two run toward Zaira. As one of the offensive clones feints to distract, the other lands a sharp blow to Zaira’s side with practiced force. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 3 DAMAGE TO ZAIRA.)
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 37H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9.
She smiles in satisfaction as her attack lands, but it falters quickly when Cyrene splits herself into five separate beings. She is unable to locate the true Cyrene in the heat of the moment, instead finding herself taken aback by two of the clones that come charging at her. She gasps at the blow that is landed to the side of her body, catching her footing after inhaling a sharp breath. One distracts, the other attacks, and she hates them both as equally as she hates their owner. They will not get in her way. She lifts both of her arms and closes her eyes, sending a few of her bracelets flying off all at once in a controlled explosion of dangerous metal shards. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 7 DAMAGE TO CYRENE.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 5D. 26H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6.
Slowed by the blood trickling down her arm, Cyrene loses precious time and is once again hit with a blast from Zaira. She will not make that mistake again. Gracefully she starts to run as two clones around her dart in between her steps, assuring Zaira will not find the true Cyrene as easily next time. As she does, she manages the two near Zaira with her mind: one twists her arm while the other pulls quite hard against Zaira’s hair. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 4 DAMAGE TO ZAIRA.)
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 33H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1.
Zaira is overwhelmed by the sheer force of the two clones. She tries to lift an arm to attack once more, but it is quickly grabbed and twisted behind her back. She then feels a sharp tug against her scalp, gasping at a pace that causes her chest to burn, and she finds herself at a sudden disadvantage. She cannot fight back on a physical field, so she continues to struggle against the clones’ grasps, hoping to find a way to slide out and get back her composure. (FAILED ATTACK.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 5D. 26H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9.
Cyrene laughs as she hears through the ears of her clones the small sound of pain Zaira gasps out. The Samos heir may have had the upper hand moments ago, but in a fight that’s 5 against 1, there’s strength in numbers. Cyrene manages to get to a place behind Zaira, and the clones accompanying her mimic her position exactly, until none stands out from the other. The clones on the attack smile, and with one still pulling Zaira’s throat into a swan-like arch, the other delivers a swift hit to the her throat. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 7 DAMAGE TO ZAIRA.)
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 26H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6.
The edges of her lips tug with an urge to either scream or complain, but she cannot give Cyrene the satisfaction. Even if she were willing, the fist that crashes into her throat cuts off all words. She draws in a hoarse inhale, eyes watering at the flare of pain, and she can’t find the true Cyrene among the duplicates that now surround her. With a scream, she twists her shoulder and applies her weight to the side of her body, dropping herself down onto the ground and sending a series of metal shards at the feet of the clones around her, hoping to at least trip them up. Even if she doesn’t land a hit, she’s just glad to be away from the grip that once held her. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 3 DAMAGE TO ZAIRA.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 5D. 23H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 10.
CYRENE HAS UNLOCKED A SPECIAL EVENT IN HER FAVOR.
An announcer’s voice pipes up for the first time within the arena since the start of the round. ’ LADIES & GENTLEMEN — Let’s mix things up. ’ The announcer’s voice echoes through the arena with a harsh laughter that only hints at the danger that is to come for one or the other, but this time ; the favor is for CYRENE as the ground of the arena shakes with several mirrors lifting from the ground. Each mirror reflects off the next, and it is soon apparent that what you might be looking at could be real or fake. ’ LET’S SEE HERE — Lady Samos, can you find who you are truly fighting? ’
Cyrene smiles, truly and with a bit of ferocity, as mirrors rise from the ground and into the arena. It seems the Crown has smiled on her today, and she will not take it for granted. Stretching her power to its limit, she creates a fifth clone, totaling in six Cyrenes on the battlefield. The ones near Zaira shove her back into a mirror, and the sound of glass shattering is apparent. While it loses her a reflective surface, the glass cuts into Zaira’s back, and Cyrene again uses the distraction to disperse her clones, now sure that Zaira does not know which one is truly her target. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. +1 DEFENSE BONUS UNLOCKED. 5 DAMAGE TO ZAIRA.)
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 21H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 7.
When the mirrors rise around her, she feels her head start to ache. The five duplicates of Cyrene steadily become more and more, and this is something that Zaira has never been able to prepare for. A sixth Cyrene appears, but as far as Zaira is aware, there are hundreds of her. When she rises to her feet, she is quickly pushed against one of the mirrors, feeling the glass of its surface shatter and cut into her back, and she screams before landing in a pile atop the shards. She looks around from her lowered position, unsure of which Cyrene is real and what to do next. Making a quick decision, Zaira opts for a mixed defensive and offensive attack by manipulating a few of her remaining bracelets into another burst of metal shards. She hopes that at least one will land on a target. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 3 DAMAGE TO CYRENE.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 6D. 20H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 10.
The advantage given has caused her unparalleled excitement. The game has become almost easy as Zaira barely manages to hit her, even as she sends out shards upon shards of metal in every direction she can find. Cyrene continues to manipulate the mirrors and her surroundings, as one of her clones drags Zaira across the shattered glass beneath her already torn skin. Eventually they pull her to her feet, and one leans in to whisper in her ear. “Careful, Samos. Did you think this would be easy?” (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 8 DAMAGE TO ZAIRA.)
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 13H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6.
She struggles when she feels her legs grabbed, howling in pain as her body is dragged across the shards of glass beneath her. Zaira winces when the action is over, gasping when she’s forcefully brought to her feet, and she has to fight back the urge to spit when one of the duplicates whispers in her ear -- as if they’ve already won. Not yet. The queen is still on the board. Metal be damned, she sends a hand flying straight at the clone’s face. “I think nothing, bastard. Fight like a dog all you want, but your growling is beneath me.” (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 2 DAMAGE TO CYRENE.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 6D. 18H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1.
The exhaustion of constant movement begins to wear on her, and Cyrene feels her power fluctuate. The clones around her begin to flicker and fade, and it takes all her energy to keep the ones on Zaira from doing the same. When she brings them back, she’s back down to 4 outside herself, and she pauses a moment to breathe. In spite of the exhaustion, it’s strangely exhilarating, to use her power to its fullest extent. (FAILED ATTACK.)
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 13H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6.
She catches her breath for the first time after Cyrene took the upper hand during the fight, pressing a hand against her stomach and feeling an ache run through her that she’s never known. She cannot deny Cyrene’s power, and she cannot pretend not to know fear in the tension of this moment. Neither can she allow herself to give in without fighting back until she’s left unconscious. “Who taught you to fight?” she asks, limping towards one of the panting clones that does not have a sheen across its surface. “Who made you feel like you mattered?” A bracelet shifts into a sharp line, and she digs it weakly into the side of the tired body in front of her. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 2 DAMAGE TO CYRENE.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 6D. 16H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 7.
Cyrene isn’t tired enough to stop her laughing. Who taught her all her life? The idea is ludicrous, but she recognizes that her world with Seraph has always been quite insular. She ignores the question, figuring that if Zaira wants to know, she can ask after she’s lost. Instead, she ducks behind mirrors until she’s halfway across the battlefield, her clones solidifying once more in Zaira’s presence. “Who let you think you would win?” one clone asks as she drags her nails across Zaira’s cheek. Another laughs behind her, wrapping thin fingers around her throat. “How pathetic will you feel when you lose to a bastard?” (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 5 DAMAGE TO ZAIRA.)
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 8H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1.
She’s too tired to react. Her words are countered with a sleekness that matches her own, and she must admit that she can respect the other woman’s strength. To fall to a bastard, however? Zaira feels bile creep up the length of her throat, lips pursing in reaction of the pain that is brought by the nails that glide across her cheek, and she nearly gags when fingers wrap themselves around her throat. She keeps her legs steady and she keeps her shoulders rolled back. She holds her tongue, and she does not move to attack. She only stares ahead. She will not lose on her knees. “House Samos. My family has always been behind me. Be proud of yourself, bastard — you’ve done well all on your own. Go on. Show me your teeth.” (FAILED ATTACK.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 6D. 16H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1.
Cyrene is surprised by Zaira’s honesty. She wouldn’t expect the girl to lay down and take it, but it seems she has. That doesn’t bring her any fun at all. “I won’t bite without a chase,” the clone behind Zaira replies. “Don’t you want to hit me a little more? Show everyone what you’re made of? You were a favorite, after all, weren’t you?” Her fingers give a little squeeze, but she stays put, waiting for Zaira’s move. It may be her last, so Cyrene expects her to make it a good one. (FAILED ATTACK.)
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 8H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6.
She sends an elbow flying out behind her, aimed for the clone that has her restrained. “You’re awfully masochistic,” Zaira remarks with a tired breath, going on to dig her heel into the foot of the clone for good measure. “Weren’t I a favorite? I still am, bastard. Always have been. I can’t say I had my eyes on you before this, but enjoy the glory. How does it taste? Does it make you feel like something more?” (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 2 DAMAGE TO CYRENE.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 6D. 14H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9.
The damage is barely felt through the body of her clone, and she laughs to herself on high as she watches the scene unfold in a mirror. “I don’t need glory to feel good about myself. That’s reserved for the elite, I suppose. At least you’ll be beautiful when you fall from grace, yes? All that silver on your skin attracts such attention.” The clone with her hands on Zaira’s neck drags her until she can hit her once more into a mirror, the back of one this time, the resounding clang echoing through the arena. All the clones seem to laugh in an eerie unison. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 7 DAMAGE TO ZAIRA.)
Zaira Samos (+2A. 3D. 1H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 10.
ZAIRA HAS UNLOCKED A SPECIAL EVENT IN HER FAVOR.
An announcer’s voice pipes up for a second time, clearly excited. ’ WELL, WELL — it seems we’ve put the fight on an even playing field at last! On her last legs, Zaira Samos may pull a win from this yet. ’ As he speaks, spouts around the arena begin to pour tiny shards of metal into barrels that have been wheeled out, providing ample weapons for a magnetron’s use. This gives ZAIRA a near unlimited advantage of a storm of weaponry at her disposal. ’ You may have dodged simple bracelets, Cyrene — but can you weather a HAILSTORM? ’
Zaira smiles to herself as best she can when metal shards begin to pour into barrels that are wheeled out and placed around the arena. She recognizes that she is on her last leg, as the announcer had stated, but all that matters is how she goes out. She shakes off the damage of her impact against the mirror, tensing her shoulders and inhaling through her nose. Her hands lift, sensing every shard of metal in the area surrounding them, and she brings the shards rising from the barrels and crashing around the entirety of the arena with a dry laugh. “Let’s both be beautiful, Cyrene. You bleed silver, too.” (SUCCESSFUL HIT. +3 ATTACK BONUS UNLOCKED. 5 DAMAGE TO CYRENE.)
Cyrene Nor (+1A. 6D. 9H.) rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 7.
Cyrene feels the impact as the metal crashes into her skin, but it doesn’t matter. It isn’t enough to stop her. In a last effort to make sure Zaira gets no use from her own advantage, Cyrene’s clones tighten their hands around her neck, and for a moment Cyrene thinks it won’t be enough. Yet Zaira slowly fades from consciousness, and the sigh of her relief is palpable, her chest rising and falling far too quickly as the realities of the pain and glory sink in. Cyrene offers the camera a feral, silver-sheened smile. (SUCCESSFUL HIT. 5 DAMAGE TO ZAIRA.)
The announcer blares a horn, and the battle is declared WON by CYRENE NOR.









