so many parries
give them more deadly weapons!

It seems the contenders are quite evenly matched!

gj Carradice for gathering all the info , now my lazy ass can read all of them :P

"5 contestants in the ring?! This is quite worrisome. I need to get in the combat mood. Bards! Would you mind playing some fighting music?"

Check if when you select the colour of the selected changes and then click in the green button of the bottom, to me works fine!

Ah yes, that works, thanks.

Round 3 continued...

The Bard's faith is restored as he spots (74) Quicktongue the Bard approaching the ring.

A sudden fiery explosion takes everyone by surprise as (1) Celia stands in its place in the centre of the ring.

As Quicktongue climbs into the ring and everyone is focused on the unexpected arrival of Celia, screeching of tires turns eyes back outside as (22) Slick Cat skids to a halt alongside in his car. He takes of his sunglasses, grins and climbs into the ring.

Yapping rings out as (71) Mr. Chip runs in and out of everyones legs.

*ATTACK ORDER DICE ROLL* - Anyone who rolls a 2, 8 or 12 will not attack unless attacked themselves.
Quicktongue the Bard attacks The Bard
Celia attacks Ben Kii Nobi
Blue Lightening attacks The Bard
Gerald of Red Deer does not attack
Slick Cat attacks Ben Kii Nobi
Mr. Chip does not attack
The Bard attacks Quicktongue the Bard
Ben Kii Nobi attacks Gerald of Red Deer

* DICE ROLL *
Quicktongue the Bard rolls 6
The Bard rolls 6

Quicktongue faces the adversary he respects the most. He knows that this is no place for sentimentality if he is to win the contest.
He opens with a quote from Charles Dickens -
“It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.”

The Bard smiles and replies with -
“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;
’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.”

Quicktongue the Bard arches an eyebrow and nods in appreciation.

* DICE ROLL *
Celia rolls 7
Ben Kii Nobi rolls 3

Ben Kii lets his guard down as he watches the exchange between the two bards. Celia smiles and takes her chance. A whip of flame appears in her hand which she strikes Ben Kii in the back with.
He goes down, grimacing but turns and throws his hand forward sending a wave of force power towards where Celia stood. She is no longer there.
Ben looks up to see a fiery phoenix hurtle towards him and explode in a ball of flames, incinerating him in the process. Celia steps out of the flames and smiles.

Ben Kii Nobi is seated in the stands with a couple of old companions but is struggling to get the smell of burnt hair out of his nostrils.

* DICE ROLL *
Blue Lightening rolls 10
The Bard rolls 4

The Bard smiles at his worthy adversary, Quicktongue the Bard. He takes a step back but treads on a blue marble. He tries to regain his balance by throwing his arms out to the sides but the little marble rolls around under his foot. The Bard topples through the ropes and out of the ring and hits the concrete head first, knocking himself out.

The Bard is now in the crowd with an ice-pack on his head.

Finally I'm in the ring!

The long-awaited encounter between the two bards didn't disappoint. ;) Great resolution.

"Blast! I shouldn't have been so distracted by those Bards. I have to admit though, those were some good tunes. If I had to do it over again, I'd still lose just to hear them play again."

Ben Kii Nobi turns toward Calad and Og'rialt.

"Hello there fellow gladiators. I brought beer who has the popcorn?"

The Jedi takes a seat, kicks up his feet, and watches the beet.

Sorry for The Bard and Ben kii Nobi.

Very nice, especially Quicktongue vs The Bard.

Last contestans entered the ring and we will wintess the last fights. I am wondering if the Ringmaster himself will challenge the finalist(s).

We are nearing the end. Feels sad man.