Tyro'din
Worshipper Of Halrormalenth
Tyro'din sat waiting for Mikkel. He was wearing his usual leather trousers while his leather tunic was folded up off to the side, his belt, HUD eye screen and pouches resting on top of it, leaving his torso bare.
Tyro'din had approached his ally to discuss the possibility of a fight so that he could test out his new fighting style, thankfully Mikkel had agreed. He had spent some time thinking about how to use his natural talent in reading someone into a fighting style and had finally found some success, the only problem was that it required time to observe the opponent before fighting, something that wouldn't always be able to happen and he now needed to alter it slightly to make it suitable for a regular fight and what better way than in a live test. All that was needed before he could start was an opponent.
[member="Mikkel Markov"]
Tyro'din had approached his ally to discuss the possibility of a fight so that he could test out his new fighting style, thankfully Mikkel had agreed. He had spent some time thinking about how to use his natural talent in reading someone into a fighting style and had finally found some success, the only problem was that it required time to observe the opponent before fighting, something that wouldn't always be able to happen and he now needed to alter it slightly to make it suitable for a regular fight and what better way than in a live test. All that was needed before he could start was an opponent.
[member="Mikkel Markov"]