My Bar

[Pamela]

*In a fading wisper of a voice*
"To yield, is to fail."

*As that is said, he vanish's from view, only to appear behind Pamela*
*Than, in almost an instant, he extends his index and middle finger, and slams it into the back of her neck, stoping the flow of chi from her brain to her limbs.*

*At than very moment, he brings his Wakashashi down to her neck.*
*Smerking, and confadent, he wonders if she realized that her magics where shruged off, like air flowing around a rock.*

*Laughs aloud as her armor has already protected her.*
*Watches as his finger breaks trying to jam her neck**Spins in a tight arc and her dagger slashes his legs...he will live but needs medical attention.*
*Sir your moves are paltry and ineffectual*
*Pamela then looks with pity at her opponent*
I am well armored with strong magic and fighting skills...telling me it did not effect you makes you a liar and weak in my eyes.
*Pamela looks at him once again shaking her head and bowing to the judges she walks from the arena*