Corrida/New Years Celebration

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Entrance Area -- Kaitain Arena (Kaitain)
Players:
 Mikhail                                            Steffan 
 Justine                                            Ornia 
 Zami                                              

With a smile on his face, Elio strolls up the steps of the arena 
entrance.

Ornia stands at the entrance and seems to be looking about a bit in confusion.

Mikhail moves from the entrance way nodding in polite greeting. He leans against a column.

Ornia finnaly smiles a bit and then decides to move to the seating area.

Dominic walks in from Circle of Stars through the Archway.
Dominic has arrived.

Following suit, Elio motions to some other, "Please please... don't be shy. Plenty of seats inside."

Ornia walks to the south and passes through the Archway.
Ornia has left.

You walk through the Archway.

Seating Area -- Kaitain Arena (Kaitain)
Players:
 Elio                                  Ornia (middle)                       

Steffan walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Steffan has arrived.

Dominic walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Dominic has arrived.

Mikhail walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Mikhail has arrived.

You join middle level.
Steffan joins middle level.
Dominic joins middle level.

Dominic bows to Steffan and Ornia before taking a seat next to Steffan. "My Lord, My Lady."

Ornia giggles a good bit at the sight of Dominic "Why hello there." she motions Dominic to sit "Please do take a seat."

Pausing for only a moment, Elio makes his way down to the quickly filling middle area.

Steffan nods and smiles faintly as he sees Dominic, "ah yes, come join us...."

Mikhail bows politely to the Ginaz and nods slightly to the Kaid "Good day to you." he mutters quietly he seems preocupied with some matter or another.

Mikhail joins lower level.

Dominic nods and takes his seat. He surveys the empty arena.

From the Arena Floor, A couple of trainers are running about the arena floor, preparing for the upcoming fights.

Steffan looks curiously down at the Arena, "Staatkanzler, do you know what bullfight is? Ive never seen one before.."

Middle level, Ornia smiles at steffan a bit "Brother you never saw any at all?"

Dominic smiles wanly at Steffan. "It is most interesting, my lord. I had a chance to see several on Gamont when I visited that planet several years ago. One man will face a horned beast."

Middle level, Steffan blinks with brows furrowed, "oh really, and object is what? to kill the bull?"

Middle level, Dominic shrugs. "That is the part I never quite figured out, my lord."

Middle level, Ornia nudges Steffan "Yes it is. I may consider trying it tonight." she giggles a bit.

From the Arena Floor, Trumpets sound and the trainers suddenly clear the floor.

Middle level, Steffan turns his head slowly and almost laughs, "oh?....are you sure?"

Ivanova walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Ivanova has arrived.

Middle level, Ornia smiles just a bit "Well I am pretty sure as that is what I read on it and why I considered particpating in the event."

Middle level, Dominic looks at Ornia with some concern. "Are you sure that it is safe, my lady?"

Middle level, Ornia giggles again "Well if you wish to then you may in my place." she smiles a bit "It is much more safe that fighting a war I am sure."

Upon entering, Ivanova takes a quick look about. The nurse at her side places her hand below Ivanova's elbow and leads her towards the lower area.

Ivanova joins lower level.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf has arrived.
From the Arena Floor, Haroon has arrived.

Mikhail looks briefly up from his seat an amused look appears on his face as he sees Ivanova "Ivanova, Surprised to see you here." he mutters offhandely, voice not hinting at any sarcasm or malice.

Middle level, Steffan smiles and then turns to Dom, and hrms, "well, Im not sure about that..."

From the Arena Floor, Assaf enters the arena floor riding a Bajazet horse, he sits proud as he reviews the crowd.

"Field mouse..." Ivanova begins to say before getting a very rough jab from the nurse at her side.

The cheer goes up from the crowd.

Ornia looks down at the arena floro and smiles agood bit

Middle level, Ornia giggles soem and loosk at Assaf "There is a man who is proud of who he is." she glances at Steffan

From the Arena Floor, Assaf notices Ornia in the crowed and gives a small informal salute, he then turns his horse towards Haroon that just entered the arena himself

Middle level, Steffan just shakes his head and smiles

From the Arena Floor, A second trumpet is sounded and the beating of drums suddenly picks up.

From the Arena Floor, Haroon's steed clops in, the warmaster sitting upright in the saddle. He is wearing a military dress uniform, that is heavy on gold braid. He has a long straight foil slung from the waist and three banderillera in a saddle holder to the left of his body.

Mikhail chuckles at Ivanova's comment "Such is to be expected." he mutters.

From the Arena Floor, Haroon directs his horse at a walk towards Assaf and digs his heels into its flanks causing it to turn backwards and come to a halt in the centre of the arena.

Mikael walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Mikael has arrived.

Mikael glances around the seating area and seeing most people sat in the centre, swings into a seat near the isle resting one leg over the other. He watches the proceedings below intently

Mikael joins middle level.

Mikhail shrugs at Ivanova's comment seemingly paying it no heed "As if conversing with a madwoman will get me anywhere? Surely overindulgence is favoured by you...careful lass, you might just go too far."

From the Arena Floor, Assaf lets his horse run around the arena for a while, he then turns it to the center of the arena infront of Haroon and his horse.

From the Arena Floor, The door at the far end of the arena opens. Inside the black pit, eyes stare out. The beast huffs and snorts and then comes charging out. First one... then two bulls racing towards the waiting horses.

Mikhail turns his attention to the beginning fight directing Inanova to do the same with a quick gesture.

From the Arena Floor, Haroon spurs his horse causing it to canter round in a wide arc away from the first bull, which snorts in the centre of the ring, eyeing the crowd and the riders with a hazy expression of angry distrust.

Ornia smiles now as she sees the two creatures charge out and watches intently the one that approaches Assaf.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf stares at the bull that approaches him and his horse, he awaits for it to get as close as possible before he starts to flank it, the horse runs in a wide arc opposite to Haroon and the bull turns around to find his victim.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf examines the bull that attacked him, now standing in the middle in the arena next to his friend.

From the Arena Floor, Haroon makes an expansive hand gesture from the bull to the crowd in a dedication and then spurs his horse towards one of the bulls, feinting first left and then abruptly darting to the right. He swings out a coloured banderillera and sticks it into the bull's neck as his horse passes a couple of inches off its right side.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf decides to continue going in a wide arc, making the bull make his first assualt, he orders the horse to canter around the bull. The bull is confused but recovers quickly and starts to chase Assaf

Middle level, Elio says, "No... I will not calm down." Elio hiss back, "this is far too elaborate."

Vegeta walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Vegeta has arrived.
Vegeta joins middle level.

Iason walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Iason has arrived.

From the Arena Floor, The bull that Haroon speared snorts in confusion for a second, the banderillera troubling it but not causing it serious inconvenience. It catches sight of the movement of Haroon's horse in its field of vision and charges with gusto towards him.

From the Arena Floor, While Cantering, Assaf picks up a spear that was stuck in the ground for the use of the metadors, he shifts the horse's angle and rides to the middle, having a good sight of the bull he prepares to throw the spear.

Mikhail glares at Ivanov "What RIGHT have I, woman! Truly you are mad! Silence yourself if you do not wish to watch then you may avert your gaze." he mutters angrily taking care to keep his voice in check though making it known that he will tolerate no more.

Iason joins lower level.
With that, Ivanova stands up and then begins to scream into the arena, "BOO! HISSS!!! BOO!"

From the Arena Floor, Assaf throws the spear and hits the torso of the bull. The bull isn't troubled much and starts to run towards Assaf, now faster than before. Assaf, on the other hand changes direction and flanks the bull

One of the spectators throws a rotten tomato at Ivanova and yells, "Sit down and shaddup!"

Middle level, Ornia frowns suddenly at the booing woman and shakes her head as she still watches Assaf with intrest

Wiping the tomato from her shoulder, Ivanova fumes, "Oh... animal haters! Every one of you... animal haters!"

Another man shouts, "Shut your hole woman or you'll face the bull!"

Middle level, Elio shakes his head at the woman below, sighing. "Poor girl... I know what that is like.." He then turns to his other compantion, "Later. Not now... later."

From the Arena Floor, Haroon brings his horse round in a swoop towards the charging bull, unbuckling the pelise of his cavalry uniform and swinging it by the chain of the collar in front of the bull. Steering the horse with his knees he plants another bandilliera in the bulls neck as his horse sweeps in front of it, leaving the bull goring at the flash of the cavalry jacket.

"Ohh..." Ivanova clumps as much of the rotten tomato as she can from her shoulder and throws it back towards the area she assumed the man's voice came from.

Mikhail looks at ivanov he sighs as he removes a hankerchief from his vest pocket, handing it to Ivanova "Iva..." he mutters shaking his head.

Iason watches without comment, scanning the arena.

Sergei walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Sergei has arrived.
Sergei joins lower level.

Mikhail gestures Sergei down to the lower seating area.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf's riding seems to get him out of trouble for now, but the bull starts to close on him, They are now in close persuit and the steed Assaf is riding seems a little afraid from the bull. On one of the circles, Assaf tries to capture a spear but he just can't reach it, thus the persuit continues

From the Arena Floor, Haroon tugs at the reigns of his horse bringing it to a halt and takes his third bandilliera out of its holder and hefts it in his hands. He throws it in a low arc towards Assaf and then kicks his horse forwards to avoid the return charge of the bull aiming at him.

An angry patron with the remanaents of tomato on his face glares at Ivanova.

The nurse at Ivanova's side forces the lady back down to her seat and accepts the handkerchief from Mikhail. She begins to wipe the lady's shoulder and talk softly to her.

Mikhail nods to Sergei "Sit will you?"

Ornia crosses her legs some in her seat and smiles at the sight of Ivanova sitting down and then seems to show an panicked expression as she sees how desprete Assaf's situation is

Middle level, Ornia gasps some "Oh my please don't get hurt." she leans forward in her seat now

Sidra walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Sidra has arrived.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf grasps the spear and does a almost full 180 with the horse, he clings the spear into the bulls neck and rides forward, leaving the angry bull behind to understand what's happening. The blood runing down the bull is now obvious but a small stream of blood is flowing from the horses hind leg.

Mikhail smiles "Relax my good doctor, sit and if you can enjoy the slaughter of a helpless beast, whose carcass will most likely discarded, please do so."

Sidra espies Dominic and waves

From the Arena Floor, Assaf calms down the horse and slows the cantering a little, now he can afford it when the bull is hurt. He calmly draws his scimitar and raised it in the air, for the crowd to see.
From the Arena Floor, Haroon draws his scimitar in a rasping arc of steel and continues a gallop around the bull, his pelise dangling from his other hand and being flicked over the bull's horns as he tightens the circle of his horse's motion around the bull

Sidra becomes engrossed in watching the action in the ring, seeming to forget that Dominic didn't wave back.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf rides straight towards the bull, his scimitar in his hand, ready for the attack. The bull, now fleeing, is caught by the horse and Assaf slashes him, a long red line appears on his back.

Vegeta claps softly.

The crowd cheers.

From the Arena Floor, Haroon's bull has a defensive look in its eyes as it paws the ground and guards its space. Haroon makes a final pass, leaning far out of the saddle. Hunched down, he drapes his pelise in front of the bull, causing it to lower its head and impales it through the shoulder-blades with his sword, which he leaves stuck in the bull. It staggers for a second and then topples over onto one side.

"Ole!"

Middle level, Ornia nearly jumps to her feet at seeing the first bull fall

From the Arena Floor, Assaf grabs another spear, now when both his hands are busy, he navigates the horse with his knees, he turns to the bull and gallops to it. He sinks the spear right into the bulls back and watches the bull sways around. He then dismounts and nears the bull, the scimitar in his hands. With one stroke he plants the scimitar in the bulls neck and it, in turn falls down to the ground.

From the Arena Floor, Haroon halts his horse and touches its flanks with his feet turning it round so he can observe Assaf's progress. He beams as he sees him make the kill, and turns back towards the crowd to bow from the saddle.

Middle level, Elio clucks his teeth together slightly, "Good show... good form."

Sidra stands up, applauding and cheering.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf returnes to his steed and rides towards Haroon. He bows towars Haroon and then to the crowd.

Ornia stands now and claps as both bulls are fallen and giggles a bit as she glances to steffan

A shower of roses begin to be tossed towards the two combatants.

Steffan smiles and claps.

From the Arena Floor, Haroon laughs and walks his horse towards Assaf. "Well fought sir" he grins and shakes Assaf's hand, eyeing the two bulls on the ground.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf picks up one of the roses, smiling it and putting it in his belt. He then turns his horse to face Haroon's, "Indeed, My lord... Well fought."

Elio cheers as he comes to his feet.

From the Arena Floor, The gates at the side of the ring open and a group of liveried Bajazet pageboys run out to tend to the horses. Haroon swings down lightly from the saddle and hands over the reigns of the horse.

Sidra throws crimson tulips, (the Bajazet national flower).

Ornia stands up and moves to leave her seat "I will be back steffan."
From the Arena Floor, Assaf dismounts from the horse, first checking to look if the horse's legs are ok.

Ornia leaves middle level.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf pickes up the Tulip as well as he exites the arena, giving a smile to Sidra

Ornia walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Ornia has left.

From the Arena Floor, Haroon casts an experienced glance over Assaf's horse as his is led away. He pats it on the flank "That'll be fine" he says and claps Assaf on the shoulder. "Come on" he says and stoops to pick up a rose from the ground as he leaves.

From the Arena Floor, Haroon has left.
From the Arena Floor, Assaf nods and leaves

From the Arena Floor, As the two leave, the trainers already are moving about quickly to reset the arena for the next match.

From the Arena Floor, Assaf has left.

From the Arena Floor, Ornia has arrived.

Mikhail shakes his head again "Once is quite enough! How could any human enjoy such simple mindedness?"

Assaf walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Assaf has arrived.

Elio raises an eyebrow at yet another burst from the Rastanyev crowd.

Haroon walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Haroon has arrived.

From the Arena Floor, Ornia steps out into the Arena, haveing changed from the dress she was wearing and now wears a rather simple black shirt and pants, nothing flashy at all. she carrys with her only two spears and a sword best matched to be balanced for a woman.

Sidra waves cheerfully

Assaf walks over to Sidra and taps on her back, he gives her the tulip and smiles, "I think that's yours, My Lady."

Haroon swings into a seat in the upper part of the gallery and crosses his legs to watch the arena being cleared.

Sidra turns, a little startled.

Haroon joins lower level.

A man from the crowd stands up objecting, "What's this?!? A woman! Get her out of there... she'll get hurt!"

Sidra says, "Mine? of course not..." she shakes her head "It is to honor your victory.""

Another man shouts, "Let the foolish woman die if she wants to die!"

Mikhail rises from his seat "This is an outrage! is it not enough you slaugher an animal that can do naught but allow it?"

Assaf grins and half bows, "I am honoured."

Haroon looks incredulously at Ornia and glances round at Steffan for confirmation that his eyes aren't deceiving him.

Sidra 's smile is radiant. "I am happy you accept it as such."

Ivanova smiles proudly, almost admiringly, up towards Mikhail. She whispers, "Valeri... "

Assaf says, "I shall go sit next to the Lord Regent, please, join us."

From the Arena Floor, From the other end of the Arena the doors open again leeting forth a single bull, but one that seems not as large as the last two. The Bull charges out rather quickly and seems to pause to adjust to the difference in light.

Another man shouts, "Since when did a bull like to skirt chase?"

Assaf walks over to the lower level

A small group chants, "Let her fight! Let her fight! Let her di...errr, fight!"

Assaf joins lower level.
Sidra joins lower level.

Assaf sits next to Haroon and nods

Mikhail resumes his seat shaking his head.

Vegeta searches for an open seat and walks towards it.

Elio leans forward, seeming suddenly very nervous.

Sidra seats herself, somewhat ceremoniously, aknowleging the Regent, and turning to the events in the arena

Assaf looks increasingly interested in what's happening in the arena

From the Arena Floor, Ornia quickly let her eyes fall to watch this bull and seems a biut nervous, but guages the bulls movemnts and stack the two spears int he dirt standing upright and sheaths the sword as she bull then charges towards her seeing only this small feemale there. Ornia then grabs up a spear and lets the bull charge for her and skitters aside lettign the bull charge past her and then ready the spear as the bull turns quickly about.

Hektor walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Hektor has arrived.

Hektor walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Hektor has left.

The same group of men yell out, "Get herrrrrr-immmmmm! Go get him, girl!"

Haroon leans forwards with his elbows on his knees. He murmurs something to Assaf as he plays with the rose between his fingers. His face expresses a degree of concern at the young Ginazlet's situation.

Sidra turns to beam at Haroon.

From the Arena Floor, Ornia moves more to the left of the bull as it again starts to move at her and she then stops waitting on the bull as it closes and then again steps to one side of the bull and with both hands rams the spear at the bulls side hard and connects sinking it in deep, but is carried with the now enraged bull for about 10 feet before she lets go and rolls to away from it and starst to coem to her feet, but finds the angry bull moveing at her again.

Middle level, Elio says, ""come on... come on girl..." Elio rocks slightly, eyes intently watching, "... you can do it.""

Sidra claps a hand over her mouth and turns her head hurriedly back to the action in the arena

Mikael rises to his feet, glancing around the arena to see if the handlers will leap in to distract the bull.

Steffan looks down that the Area, his expression looking quite uneasy.

A man yells out, "NOW we've got some action!"

From the Arena Floor, Ornia scrambles as she finds the bull almost atop her and is hit by the bull as it passes by and her shirt is torn at the sleeve as she rolls on the gound and then grasps at her woudned shoulder and gets again to her feet and moves for the next spear and graps it as the bull seems to pause and savor the sight of her bleedign arm before it charges in again.

Steffan stands now, hands on his hips, looking carefully down at the arena.

Middle level, Vegeta says, "up here if something goes wrong..."

Assaf leans over to look at the arena, he seems a little concerened about what's happening in the arena.

Haroon rises to his feet to see better, and looks on the verge of shouting at the handlers to avoid a catastrophe, but bites his tongueas he watches.

A small group of men cheer when Ornia is hurt and shouts, "That'll teach the wench!"

Steffan begins to become frantic. His head begins bobbing back and forth.

Iason raises a brow, watching.

Middle level, Vegeta mutters to Steffan, "... MUST stop this NOW...she's ... ... ... ... out ..."

From the Arena Floor, Ornia narrows her eyes and concentrats now as she realises that he rown blood is makeing the bull even more freinzyed. The Bull Charges in now and Ornia does not move but hold the spear sure handed and lets the bull come in at her. Once the Bull is close enough She pushes with all her strength in her legs to leep above the bull and lunges the spear at the bulls head ladign the blow to the bull, but the spear bounces from her hand and off the bulsl head only scratching the skin and ornia lands atop this bull and is tosses hard to the ground and gornas as the wind is knocked from her and she does not move despite the bull now circling to charge her again

From the Arena Floor, Sensing the situation grow desperate, a band of men suddenly jump out from the sideline. Several run towards the bull, trying to catch his attention. Two run to the downed Lady, lifting her as gently and quickly as they can.

Vegeta breathes a sigh of relief, heart still pounding.

The same group of men start laughing when Ornia is thrown to the ground again. When seeing the fight being stopped, they begin booing and tossing rotten fruit down on the field, "BOOOOOOOO BOOOOOOOOOO!!"

From the Arena Floor, The men at the side direct the bull away and finally back into its cage, of which they slam shut quickly. Yet, the Lady still hasn't moved. The two men quickly usher her towards an awaiting suk.

From the Arena Floor, Ornia is lifted and groans again, but breaths now in steady breaths, but loosk to the bull as the handlers stop the fight. As the suk approaches she trys to get to her own feet now.

Steffan sits down, his head still bobbing now and then still trying to get a better look.

Elio shakes his head and looks towards Steffan.

Sidra watches the progression of events, her expression dour.

From the Arena Floor, "M'lady." The suk addresses the Lady, reaching forward, "Are you alright? Please... let us take you from here to be properly examined."

From the Arena Floor, Ornia moves to leave the Area, with a look of disappointment on her face, but seesm to consent to the suk looking at her after the leave the arena "Just tend to my arm, I will live, I wishto see the rest of the fights."

From the Arena Floor, The suk bows, "Of course M'Lady." and then extends a hand forward out the arena.

Mikael watches Ornia's dejection and throws his rose back down into the ring to her with a smile "Practice m'Lady" he calls with an amiable smile.

From the Arena Floor, Ornia walks out of the Arena now the suk doe sfollow her

From the Arena Floor, Ornia has left.

From the Arena Floor, A small cheer goes up from the crowd as the Lady walks off.

Steffan smiles and claps breifly as he sees Ornia leave the arena.
Haroon applauds politely

Vegeta looks around trying to discern the various facial expressions.

Iason's rather impassive, watching everything without revealing much expression.

Ornia walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Ornia has arrived.

Haroon gives Ornia a kind smile as she enters and eyes the damage done to her.

Assaf looks at the Enterance, trying to figure out if Ornia is all right

From the Arena Floor, Praxton has arrived.

Elio grins widely, standing as the Lady enters and claps his hands together.

Ornia drifts into the seattign area agin, still in the garb from the arena, she obviously has her other cloths in the bag she carrys and moves towards the seat she was in by her brother.
Ornia joins middle level.

When Praxton arrives, a man calls out, "Bring back the girl!!"

From the Arena Floor, Boris has arrived.

Sen walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Sen has arrived.

Sin'Vaari walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Sin'Vaari has arrived.

Hektor walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Hektor has arrived.

From the Arena Floor, Trumpets sound as the men enter the Arena.
Sin'Vaari joins lower level.

Mikael rises to his feet and grips the railing with his hands as he leans over to watch his father enter.

Assaf nods at Sin'Vaari but his sight remain on Ornia

Haroon applauds the Duke's entrance and watches the Baron with reserved interest.

From the Arena Floor, Praxton enters the Arena, walking proud and straight, his cape draped over his left arm. He makes his way to the center of the arena and bows to the crowd.

Middle level, Ornia settles into her seat again and frowns a bit as she just comments to herself "It was not as I expected."

Steffan stands as his sister arrives, "Are you ok?"

Sen descends to the lowest level, to be nearest to her Baron, and finds a suitable vantage point from which to watch the proceedings.

Vegeta questions the wisdom of questioning the woman's condition.

Hektor walks in, glancing around...looking to move to a seat.

Sen joins lower level.

Ornia nods a bit "Just a minor wound to my arm steffan and I am sure Iw ill be sore soon enough." she does giggle though.

Hektor joins lower level.

Mikael gives Sen a wave and gestures for her to stand by him.
From the Arena Floor, Boris marches in at Praxton's side, grinning broadly, a short stabbing-sword held loosely in his left hand. He bows to the crowd as Praxton does.

Middle level, Elio leans across as he taps Ornia lightly on the shoulder, "M'Lady... that was a very courageous... albeit silly... but courageous thing you did. Your form was quite well for someone of your training."

Sen discreetly repositions herself next to Mikael, with a small, polite bow. "Lord Mikael."

Hektor sits down on the lower section, leaving a fair amount of space between himself and anyone else that is around him, looking out into the arena floor.

Middle level, Steffan smiles, "Well the first of many my Sister..."

From the Arena Floor, Praxton doffs his hat in response to the crowd's appreciation, then turns to a second, handing off his sword and muleta. He receives the particolored cape and turns towards the bull gate.

Sidra watches the bowing and pomp, with expectation

Middle level, Mikael nods to Sen in greeting and continues watching the events below. He pulls out a silver hip-flask from the depths of his black jacket and takes a swig from it, offering it over to her.

Middle level, Ornia blinsk at the man addressing her and just smiles "Sir I am sure if I had doen this before I would have been much better at it, my trainnign is not at fault." she then loosk at steffan "I would not be supprised."

Mikael joins lower level.

Middle level, Elio shakes his head, "Not my intention to say that at all... merely that you were not trained in this particular sport and thus should be commended for a valiant effort." He turns and bows towards Steffan, "Marquis...

Sin'Vaari tapt :takes a seat inbetween Assaf and Haroon.

A group of Harks stand up and shout out, "Beastiality lives!!"

Iason glances over at the other Hark's direction, but says nothing. No sir.

Ornia nods to Elio and then stands up slowly "Brother I am going to take my leave and see that I am all well." she then giggles "I will see you back at the Embassy."

Ornia leaves middle level.

Steffan nods, "sure...go ahead, I'll be there soon..."

Vegeta stands up and stretches a bit. "Well, this has proven to be a bit too much excitement, even for me. Enjoy the experiences, people."

Vegeta leaves middle level.
Vegeta walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Vegeta has left.

Ornia moves now away from Steffan, but approaches the lower level and then pauses near Assaf and extends the Rose that was tossed to her and she was handed once out side the arena "For your valiant victory sir." she smiles lightly

Middle level, Elio settles back into his seat to watch the next fight.

Assaf takes the rose and smells it, he then returns it to Ornia, "For your valiant Try, My Lady"

From the Arena Floor, The rear gate springs open, and out runs a fine specimen: a three-year old coal-black bull with a thick, powerful neck and upturned hornpoints, well spaced. The handlers swarm around it, running it from one end of the arena to the other, for the crowd's inspection.

Ornia blinks a good bit at the returned rose and smiles "Why thank you." she then curtsies "Well I should make sure I have nothing internally wrong with me." she giggles "though it was good to see you again."

Iason watches silently.

Assaf half-bows and smiles, "Until later..."

Ornia smiles and then turns toleave the seating area quietly, she ignors any snide comments made to her as she leaves

A small group of Bajazet's hollar out, "Harkonnen! Harkonnen! He's our man! If he can't do it, the Lady Ginaz can!"

From the Arena Floor, Praxton joins the handlers in waving their capes at the bull, circling it in the center circle of the arena. The animal looks left, begins an attack, then goes right, looking for a new target. One by one the handlers retreat, leaving the Duke of Atreides alone with the animated bull.

Sin'Vaari grins from ear to ear at the last shout from the crowd, and puts a hand over his face to stiffle a laugh.

From the Arena Floor, Boris steps back to let the Duke confront the creature, watchful, wary.

Assaf turns to look at Sin'Vaari, "How are you today, Lord Rivest?"

From the Arena Floor, Shuffling along in small steps, Praxton begins his capework. Making broad passes to both sides, with scarce a pose or flourish, the man takes the beast's measure with a dozen and a half skillful if unadorned taunts. The dance continues into the second ring, the proper ground for this initial confrontation. The bull paws at the ground as it charges, tilting its massive head from side to side, as if taking aim with its horns.

Vittorio walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Vittorio has arrived.

From the Arena Floor, Boris sidesteps around to the bull's flank, waving back the handlers impatiently.

You hear a chant from the crowd, "Spice the bull! Spice the bull! Spice the bull!"

From the Arena Floor, Apparently satisfied with the preliminaries, Praxton maneuvers the animal into the center ring, walking away carefully.... at the outer ring, he doffs his hat to the corrida officials, requesting the picadores.

Vittorio joins upper level.

From the Arena Floor, Trumpets sound a clarion, announcing the middle third: picadores and banderillas. From the horses' gate emerges a massive draft horse, heavily barded, blindfolded. Riding it is a rotund picador, his legs encased in metallic body armor, feet protected by the large iron stirrups. In his left hand he carries the two-meter-long spear. After a bow to the crowd and officials, the picador deftly invites the bull to gore the horse, near the wall where neither horse nor rider can escape. With the bull striving mightily to upturn the horse and strike at its vitals, the picador jabs into the bull's neck and shoulders repeatedly.

From the Arena Floor, Once more, and a third time, the picador challenges the bull near the wall. In one occasion, the angry bull seems about to flip the horse off its hooves and unseat the rider, but the wall steadies him. At last, his work finished, the picador leaves the arena, leaving way for the barbs, the banderillas.

The audience cheers and calls out, "Bring them on!"

From the Arena Floor, Boris draws two of the stabbing swords from a sheath on his back and raises it high, charging forward, roaring his defiance at the monstrous bull. "Come come, old fellow! Let's have a slice of you!" 

The bull, maddened by pain, shakes his head to clear it. Boris hurls an obscenity at the bull to get its attention. "Your mother screwed a mule to make you!" The bull finally notices the Baron just as Boris' first two barbs sink home into the bull's back.

A group of Bajazet's shout out, "That's what we heard about you, Harkonnen!"

Sin'Vaari looks at the group shouting, then shakes his head and mouths, "Kids...."

Jans walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Jans has arrived.

Vittorio shakes his head, a bit in disgust, and leaves.
Vittorio walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Vittorio has left.

A lusty cheer rises from the Harkonnens! Along with a certain degree of hissing at the Bajazet group.

From the Arena Floor, The bull flicks his head about as Boris skips back. The tip of one horn narrowly misses the Baron as the man stumbles briefly. He draws his second set of barbs and raises both high, taunting the creature, then plunging the second set into the bull's haunch.

Jans frowns, at those in the front rows. He turns and leaves, shaking his head sadly.
Jans walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Jans has left.

Steffan laughs shaking his head. He then mutters, "how could a bull miss such a large target...."

A man hears Steffan and answers, "Perhaps it likes young girls better."

From the Arena Floor, The bull whirls to face the Baron, and his third set of barbs sinks into the massive creature's neck. Laughing wildly, mocking the bull., Boris angles back for the wall, out of the melee.

From the Arena Floor, As Boris nears the guard wall, Praxton calls to him, "Well done! Favor its left horntip, does it?"

Steffan smiles and looks about but cannot tell who answered.

From the Arena Floor, Boris nods, a bit breathless. "He's a fire-eater, old hawk!"

Milla walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Milla has arrived.
Milla joins lower level.

From the Arena Floor, Praxton blows his cheeks out, "So I thought," he mutters, eyebrows lifted warily as he takes the red flannel cloth, or muleta, from the handler nearest him. With a nod of his head for the departing Baron, he sets himself near the middle of the arena, preparing the final act.

Sidra nods a respectful though seated greeting, to Milla

Ivanova cheers wildly as the Baron steps back.

Cristobal walks in from Entrance Area through the Archway.
Cristobal has arrived.

A chant is heard in the crowd, "Two bits! Four bits! Six bits a dollar! All for the bull, stand up and hollar!!" Some of the people stand and cheer loudly.

Cristobal strides proudly into the seating area.

Sidra smiles

Milla smiles and nods back to Sidra, then she takes a seat next to Sin'Vaari.

From the Arena Floor, The horns blare out again, signaling the third. Standing at the line between the second and center rings, Praxton stands stock still, raising his hat and saluting with it. He salutes the entire crowd, pivoting on his ankle as does so. After making a full turn, he lobs the hat over his shoulder, towards the center of the arena, where it lands top-up... a good omen.

Sidra watches Duke Praxton, raptly

From the Arena Floor, As if on cue, the bull, bloodied and heavy-headed but still strong, trots over to Praxton and begins pawing the ground. The Duke turns, extends his right hand with the muleta, and sets his feet wide apart, free hand and back. The bull charges the muleta, and Praxton smoothly leads him.

Upon the beckoning of her nurse, Ivanova is told to stand up and leave. "But but.." she complains for a moment and then nods her head and follows.
Ivanova walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Ivanova has left.

Iason applauds politely.

From the Arena Floor, A few passes later, the battle is fully joined. The animal shows outstanding vigor, never flagging nor refusing to attack, only dropping its head lower each time, as if searching for an opening. The matador is more confident now, setting his feet wide and bringing his shoulder down at each pass, sprinkling flourishes: here a pat at the bull's passing flank, there a full pirouette, and then an overhanded pass.

Milla leaves lower level.
Milla walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Milla has left.

From the Arena Floor, Sensing his time is nearly up, Praxton attempts two more passes, both elegant and brave if not particularly skillful: first, a back-step with the muleta swishing from side to side, with the sword in the other hand, with which the bull is lead into the center circle... finally, an underhanded pass to the left, from one knee, in which the Duke has ample time to stare the beast in right in the eyes.

From the Arena Floor, Praxton steps away from the bull, panting with exertion now (as the man is also). He approaches the officials box, presumably to request permission to kill. After a quick glance over his shoulder at the standing beast, Praxton then wraps his sword carefully with his red cape, signalling to the crowd and officials that he wishes to spare the bull.

Sin'Vaari leaves lower level.
Sin'Vaari walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Sin'Vaari has left.

Elio jumps up and applauds, "Good show... spare the bull."

From the Arena Floor, Boris cheers on the Duke, pumping his fist.

A Bajazet shouts from the crowd, " Yeah!! Spare the bull from that necrophilliac beaster!"

Sidra stands up quickly and applauds the sentiment.

Hektor claps...and smiles, watching the show..."that was a very good...move..."

From the Arena Floor, From the Upper Level, the three corrida officials stand and show their white kerchiefs, signaling the matador that his request is granted.

Sen simply nods, and smiles slightly.

Cristobal looks on to the arena floor, with an applause of appreciation. Though he isn't fond of the bull living on.

Cristobal smiles, looking to Sidra, "Sidra, my dear. I will be going now to fight that bull." He smiles rather steadfastly. He hands his colors to the Bajazet diplomat, "If you would carry my colors, it would do my heart well."

From the Arena Floor, Praxton bows his head to the presidents, then turns to turn his sword over to Boris. Taking the other man's particolored cape, he makes his way back to the center ring, where the animal is eyeing him steadily. With a grin, Praxton pantomimes the killing blow: cape low to the ground, hand stabbing between the bull's shoulder blades as he attacks. Once done, handlers emerge to guide the bull out of the arena.

Sidra looks surprised, as her hands grasp the flags you press into her hands.

Most of the crowd stands and cheers, throwing roses towards the arena.
Some throw rotten fruit while booing the survival of the bull.

Cristobal smiles, not really concerned about public appearances, he extends his hand to the woman. Might you grace an old man of this ring with a kiss before combat?" His eyes are fully on the woman, "Were I to meet my end, I can think of nothing I would rather have as my lst memory."

From the Arena Floor, At the central ring, Praxton raises an arm to salute the crowd. And since opinion is divided, the corrida officials signal Praxton to leave the arena, instead of rewarding him with a victorious lap around the outer ring.

Steffan nods at the spectacle in approval and claps breifly.

Sidra leans forward, to kiss Cristobal on the cheek.

From the Arena Floor, Praxton has left.

From the Arena Floor, Boris glowers at the crowd and stalks out after Praxton.
From the Arena Floor, Boris has left.

From the Arena Floor, The trainer move about the ring, cleaning it for the next match.

Cristobal smiles, if not sadly. "And so, now, off I am to the Corrida."
Cristobal turns about to leave for the floor.

Sidra holds the colored fabric and watches Cristobal turn to leave, with an expression, difficult to ascertain

Sidra salutes, her eyes shiny

Hektor says, "This lowely slave, thinks the Lord Baron won..."

Cristobal stops, not satisfied, in midstep, he turns back to Sidra, "To hell with gentry!" He snorts under his breathe, and pulls her up to him, wrapping arms about her, "If I am to die, It's damned well going to be worth it!" He then kisses her with great passion and impulse.

Sidra grasps Cristobal's shoulders as if to push him away.

You hear a chorus of wolf whistles as the man kisses the lady and then hear another shout, "GO FOR IT!"

The couple remains embraced for a few drawn out moments

Cristobal pulls away, and gives a quick, if not curt nod to those about him. He storms off to the arena floor, then, prepared for anything that might come his way.

Cristobal walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Cristobal has left.

From the Arena Floor, Cristobal has arrived.

A man heckles from the crowd, "Go get 'em, Lover Boy!!"

Sidra waves the Corrino colors as the crowd cheers Lord Illiguire's entrance to the arena

From the Arena Floor, Cristobal steps into the arena, each step heavy with pridefull dignity. At his side, he wears the blade of this newfound occupation. He unfurls a cape bearing the Corrino lion upon it. 

The man takes several steps, light on his feet, into the center of the ring, faces the assembled crowds, and gives a grand bow.

From the Arena Floor, Cristobal breathes heavily, his face betraying a hint of anxiety. Yet his voice is heard calling out strong, "Send forth the animal!" His mind is set.

The crowd goes wild and does the 'wave'.

Sen glances around skeptically, looking sharply at the 'wavers.'

From the Arena Floor, Trumpets call, and the eyes of the audience, and the matador, turn to face the animal. White, with a heavy brown speckling, the bull is not massive in size, yet it carries a rage about it. Every move is like a spring, lurching forth. It's hooves against the dusty floor beat in an angry staccato. 

The matador looks on, his body not moving, his eyes locked on the bull. No motion makes no target, and the bull takes little heed of him at first.

A Corrino guard comes in and looks around the seating, trying to find someone. When he spots Steffan, he makes his way over and hands him a scroll saying, "I'm supposed to await an answer, my Lord."

A man being shouting, "We want blood! We want Blood! We want Blood!"

From the Arena Floor, Cristobal ;'s first motions, to the eye of a long time fan of the sport, betray his lack of formal training. This is not a man who has been brought up in or around the bulls. He is agile, yes, and he moves with a certain dexterity, but not with the classic movements of a skilled matador. He faces the bull more as a man might face another man, the blade hidden behind the cape, he dances about in a slow series of motions. The bull, however, is mindless of the man's education. For, of course, the animal cares not of it's opponent's skill, only it's strike. The bull looks toward the matador, but does not advance, it mearly moves back and forth a bit, head hung low, tail flapping about.

Steffan opens the scroll carefully and his eyes widen a bit. He stands and gathers his things and the looks up at the Corrino guard , "I can come immediately...please show me the way..."

Steffan leaves middle level.
The guard bows to Steffan and then turns and heads out.

The faint smile on Steffan's face disappears completely as he makes his way out.

Steffan walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Steffan has left.

From the Arena Floor, With a quick stamp forward, Cristobal manages to get the attention of the animal, a cloud of dust forming about his foot. The bull stops, staring at the man. Cristobal advances forward a few steps, the cape waving with the motion. The bull stares at the man. Cristobal takes yet another step forward. Not anticipated by the man, the animal lurches forward with no real predictability to it's action. It charges now, and the man is not prepared. It is all he can do to back pedal away from the animal before being hit squarely. He nearly falls, but regains his footing as the bull tears past him, turning about in a wide arc.

Sidra watches the arena floor intently

Hektor leaves lower level.
Hektor walks to the north and passes through the Archway.
Hektor has left.

From the Arena Floor, Eyes wide, the Corrino Earl curses to himself, knowing he should have taken advantage of the situation, knowing that it was his own lack of training that has brought him to this point. He watches the bull as it moves, judging it's tendencies. The bull charges at him again, but now he is ready for it. He pulls aside, studying the animal, watching to learn how it moves, how it attacks. His eyes are glued to the horn's motions. He moves the cape, watching the animal's reaction.

The crowd starts yelling "Kill the Bull! Kill the Bull!"

From the Arena Floor, Cristobal faces the animal again. He waves the cape about, following it's horns, judging it's reactions. As he is slowly accustomizing himself to the bull, the bull takes no such time for itself. It is angry, and it carries no patience. The animal charges, and the man stands ready. Hooves crash agianst the ground, and the man stands ready. He steps forward, turning his body to the side. He lifts his arm and sword up, cape at his waist. As the bull charges, his entire flank is exposed to it.

From the Arena Floor, Wild with fury, the bull sees it's target, and take the oppurtunity presented. It charges fiercely into the man's flank, intent to gore. However, Cristobal does not move, he remains poised. He is not moving, or dancing about, but only stands ready to accept the charge. The bull comes in, when within less then a meter of the man, the right hand comes down. His face is twisted in exertion with the force of the blow. the sword's tip slips behind the head of the animal, with it's own force of foward motion driving the blade deeper into it. As steel hits heart, the bull drops to the ground suddenly. The man, blade deep inside the animal is barely aware of his own existence at this moment. He looks to the bull, dead before him, and looks to the crowd, not quite sure he survived the charge.

The crowd is uncertain and hushed, waiting to see if the bull is indeed dead, and if Cristbal is injured.

There are a few whistles of disbelief as tha bull stumbles in its pass.

From the Arena Floor, An eeie silence falls upon the arena floor. The matador looks down still to the bull. He pulls the blade from it's neck with a heavy tug, but says nothing. He looks to himself, and again to the bull. In a state of disbelife at the surreal manner of death, he is slightly shocked. The bull, most certainly dead, and the man, most certainyl untouched, remain objects of quiet conversation in the stands for a good long moment.

The crowd applauds and people laugh because they got what they were demanding, SO suddenly and without the customary show.

Elio lets out a sigh of relief.

Sidra grabs roses from a passing vendor, standing, to cast them into the ring.

From the Arena Floor, Cristobal looks up to the crowd as the growl of applause slowly begins to grow. His face has little expression on it, only a hint of disbelief. He looks up to the crowd once more, not certain of their reaction, and slowly begins to raise the killing blade above his head. As the weapon rises, so to do his spirits with the victory, and his poise become triumphant. The blade above him, he pumps the arm several times, flailing the sword about him. He smiles broadly, now. And overs a salute to the crowd.

The crowd cheers uproarously, casting flowers and behaving jovially.
Iason has disconnected.

From the Arena Floor, Cristobal marches out of the ring.

From the Arena Floor, The announcer comes on, "That you folks for coming... this concludes our program for the evening. There will be some socializing and refreshmens available with our matadors in the Entranceway."

From the Arena Floor, Cristobal has left.