A loud bell echoes off the stone walls and before the sound is done Riegion is shooting forward towards the center of the arena.
He reaches the long stone block of a table first, naturally, he's got the best legs in the barracks by far, but Rowine's gaining quickly so Riegion doesn't have long to find his weapon of choice. Of course he'd been surveying the area the entire time he'd been waiting for the fight to start, so he knew the twin swords were on the left end of the table buried under a broadsword and a quiver of arrows. The only problem is that his secondary weapon, a belt with six throwing knives dangling off of it, is on the opposite end of the slab, thus taking up valuable time to grab them and throwing off his entire plan to dodge left.
He takes a second to make a decision and opts out of the knives, settling rather for two slender daggers that slide into sheaths already dangling from his hips. The Commander knows his fighting style. He's obviously just teasing Riegion by making his weapons of choice unreachable.
But the Commander knows Rowine just as well and, while the older male is shuffling through the pile of sharp metal on the other end of the table, Riegion picks up a long lance and throws it as hard as he can towards the side of the arena he just came from.
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