The Tourney Final[Fantasy][Marla][Laika][/tlvg/]

>"From the South, Lady Marla!" An announcer shouts over the throngs.
>From the gate, walks Marla in full plate, armed with a mace and a kite shield in her house colors, red and blue
>"And from the North, Lady Laika!" The crowd roars at the introduction for the favorite.
>Laika is wearing half plate and wielding a heavy broadsword, she lofts it above her head with one arm for a short moment before bringing it down to her stance
>"Are the combatants ready?" The announcer shouts with a flourish.
>They both shout in affirmation.
>"BEGIN!"
>Marla raises her shield, knowing that she can't outmuscle the taller maiden
>Laika on the other hand presses in quickly and swings down with all of her strength
>Marla lifts her shield to block, but is too slow. >The sword comes down and catches on her shoulder plate, Marla's shield then catches the blade.
>Seeing a chance, Marla brings her mace up towards Laika's helm
>Laika ducks under the swing
>She lowers her shoulder and tackles Marla to the ground
>"Fuck!" Marla shouts and she lands hard on the ground.
>Laika scrambles over the smaller girl, dragging the heavy sword behind her
>She hefts it up and over her head
>"Yield!" She shouts in a heavy northern accent
>"No.."Marla says, her hand groping for her lost shield
>Laika brings the sword down and Marla swings up with her mace, catching Laika's left hand
>Laika roars in pain as the sword flies in the ground, her other hand clutching its mangled brother
>"D-do you yield?" Marla says with a grin behind her helm.
>Laika lunges the mace with both of her hands and strips it away, tossing it to the ground.
>Marla brings the shield to her face, but Laika pins the arm down and begins to pummel the smaller girl's helm with her broken hand
>The rush of it numbing her pain, as the crushed bones splinter
>The shield comes loose in Marla's hand after a few blows and then it begins again with a fresh hand
>"I-I yield! I yield!" Marla shouts, but Laika does not stop until pulled away.