He prowled through the tunnels, suffering the fussiness of whatever the Fae were doing more from curiosity than true tolerance, but he allowed the touches until the door slid open and he could see what it had all been about. A color patch? Ah... and a team. Adam he barely knew, and that made his presence the easiest to bear. Kiada and Amalia... something wounded and sharp twisted in his stomach and he turned from them to face their opponents.
Wessex had made it through the first round, and he pitied whoever her opponent had been. Melita was one he would have preferred to have at his side rather than facing him, but clearly what they each wanted mattered little to the Fae who were running the trial. Ianto... there was something off about the foxy man, a strangeness that ran even deeper than Jigano's own, and the bard frowned as Isuma leapt from his shoulder to take to the air and out of the way of the combat once more. His mind was shuttered against Amalia's mental speech, though he caught echoes of it, but he was already moving away from his color-coded comrades as they all exploded into motion, content to let Wessex and Amalia hammer at each other for the moment.
Ianto had caught his eye, and neither his grim expression nor his silence changed as he sprinted towards his fellow fox, judging his moment carefully before he lashed out with his rapier to cut the colored patch from the other man's clothing, his sword's edges as sharp as its tip, even as he used the staff in his other hand to fend Ianto off from closing the distance between them.
Ever-helpful, Isuma glided overhead nearby. Should Ianto try to shift, she would attempt to dive down and snatch the red patch before he could recover it.
Jigano attempts to close with Ianto and cut the patch from his clothing with his rapier while defending with his staff. Isuma is on standby to try and steal Ianto's patch if he tries to shift.
Wessex had made it through the first round, and he pitied whoever her opponent had been. Melita was one he would have preferred to have at his side rather than facing him, but clearly what they each wanted mattered little to the Fae who were running the trial. Ianto... there was something off about the foxy man, a strangeness that ran even deeper than Jigano's own, and the bard frowned as Isuma leapt from his shoulder to take to the air and out of the way of the combat once more. His mind was shuttered against Amalia's mental speech, though he caught echoes of it, but he was already moving away from his color-coded comrades as they all exploded into motion, content to let Wessex and Amalia hammer at each other for the moment.
Ianto had caught his eye, and neither his grim expression nor his silence changed as he sprinted towards his fellow fox, judging his moment carefully before he lashed out with his rapier to cut the colored patch from the other man's clothing, his sword's edges as sharp as its tip, even as he used the staff in his other hand to fend Ianto off from closing the distance between them.
Ever-helpful, Isuma glided overhead nearby. Should Ianto try to shift, she would attempt to dive down and snatch the red patch before he could recover it.
Jigano attempts to close with Ianto and cut the patch from his clothing with his rapier while defending with his staff. Isuma is on standby to try and steal Ianto's patch if he tries to shift.
