Spectacle of Spear and Stone
Twenty-Fourth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
Oberyn Martell sighed inwardly as he passed the Velaryon girl in the corridors of the arena. Though both of them were wearing glamours he had seen her enough times without it to know that she certainly had nothing to hide beneath hers, and the spirit she had shown in the Circle made him curious about where
else she might be spirited. Alas, Tyene had done the usual excellent job of warning her away.
The bane of having too many clever and beautiful daughters, Oberyn thought, unable to even inwardly finish the 'complaint' without a smile pulling at the edges of his mouth.
Shaking off the thought, the Red Viper stepped into the blazing sun of the arena, drinking in the cheers like a glass of fine wine. Maybe he could persuade Doran to organize personal duels instead of a general melee the next time there was a tourney in Sunspear. It was a hell of a lot easier to cut a dashing figure when you could stand and play to the crowd rather than desperately prodding at the armored clump made up of the various fools who took into their heads they had a grudge against him.
His opponent in this newest exhibition was not a man at all but a spirit of stone, a true blood, not a half-mortal like Ilea. Much as he might have liked to reminisce about the passionate but all-too-brief affair, now was not the time. The gems upon this 'Nizuta's' fingers glinted with more than common light, and he bore his curved blade with an easy skill.
With a flurry of the weapon, playing to the crowd every bit as much as Oberyn was, the Shaitan challenged: "So, how well can you handle that spear?
"I've gotten no complaints so far about my handling of...
spears." That particular double entendre was so easy he had been using it since he was twelve, but still it proved itself again by sending a laugh rippling up the stands.
The stone-born merely snorted. "Then we shall see if I have any by the time this duel is done."
With that the horns blew and the Red Viper charged quick as his namesake just as Nizuta tried to slip beneath the sands like a fish in the sea. The spearhead grazed his head with a sound like cracking stone. Yet though the blows rained on he still sought and found sanctuary within the stone.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do now, dig you out like a rabbit from a burrow?" Oberyn challenged.
The answer came as a sword almost cutting him off at the knees while his foe was still half submerged in the sand. That he managed to keep his legs from being cut to ribbons was a testament to Sunspear's long-dead master-at-arms in punishing bad footwork.
"Well then, if you can go down then I can go up." So saying, the Red Viper jumped about five feet in the air, light as a feather on the wind and hung there suspended, out of sword's reach but
not a spear's reach. His silver-threaded cloak flowed gently around him as though he were immersed in water not air.
Thought I'd be using this against things that fly, not ones that burrow, Oberyn said to himself, not that he really objected. They were both playing a little loose with the letter of the rules but not the spirit.
"Think you can skip over today?" Nizuta taunted from the north side of the arena, his back about four feet from the wall.
Seeing his chance, Oberyn dove with all the nimbleness he had in the air, and in a rush of windblown sand he was there, spear rising to stab once under the arm... twice into the small of the back, but as he tried to strike a third time his foe turned and rather than strike with his sword he charged like a rampaging bull smashing him into the stone...
through the stone until he was trapped as a fly in amber.
"An acceptable showing, mortal, but now..." Nizuta begun smugly, not that Oberyn was listening.
Crossing his toes the Prince of Dorne called on the power of his boots. Silver flashed and he was again behind his foe, silencing him by the tried-and-tested method of spearing him in the spine twice more.
"You should always watch your back around the Dornish, friend," the Red Viper smiled cheerfully as he tumbled away and called up five more figments to ward him from blows.
The crazy bastard closed his eyes as he slashed unerringly at Oberyn's right hand. "I can hear your steps but not theirs," the Shaitan said through gritted teeth, raising his sword again for another flurry of blows... only for the butt of Oberyn's spear to come crashing into his head sending him reeling, then falling.
"You should watch your front, too. We aren't that particular," the Red Viper said before to the crowd as the healers rushed forward to do their work.
OOC: Oberyn won this by a decent margin, but I figured it was still fun enough to show.