***
Match Type: Constitutional Rites Match
Victory Conditions: Rendering the opponent insensate long enough to recite an incantation: "Sanguis mea vita, flamma tuum supplicium. Aperite portas noctis, et consumite inimicos meos." ("Blood is my life, flame is your punishment. Open the gates of the night, and consume my enemies.")
The contestants must remain within the confines of the bed within the chamber. And within those confines, anything goes.
***
Oh, has Emilia been waiting for this one, with bated breath! LAW has proven to be the greatest of playing grounds this far. The creative team had practically fallen in love with her ideas for matches. Or at least, those who called the shots had. The satanic atmosphere present in the that and her opponent for tonight, to say nothing of the rules of this match, had disturbed more than a few of the team. Exactly the reaction she wanted when she pitched the idea anyway.Match Type: Constitutional Rites Match
Victory Conditions: Rendering the opponent insensate long enough to recite an incantation: "Sanguis mea vita, flamma tuum supplicium. Aperite portas noctis, et consumite inimicos meos." ("Blood is my life, flame is your punishment. Open the gates of the night, and consume my enemies.")
The contestants must remain within the confines of the bed within the chamber. And within those confines, anything goes.
***
Emilia was surprised that this set was made for a proper match. She'd originally pitched it as a work for Morasanu Productions.
And what's more, it didn't take her long to find an opponent. Clyde Gastin, a rather exciting prospect. A bit of a blowhard, but he had the skills to back it up. So much so, that he's had gold around his waist in the past. Two belts, one of them having been won twice.
And the Cowboy was eager for some action.
Any time.
Any place.
Perfect.
Tremura answered the call, and here she is now, in a dark, eerily quiet chamber that was lit only with the unnatural red light of the torches around them, lighting that gave her silhouette a light coating of the same color. Waiting, seated at the edge of a bed that sat atop a platform within an inverted pentagram. Legs crossed, peering at the statue standing in front of her with a silent reverence.
The words needed to win the coming contest were inscribed on the headrest. Tremura had already memorized them. 'Twas a simple arcane incantation.