[ Ocelot can't exactly say that signing up for a tournament was really something he wanted to do, but he was the sort to keep up appearances. truthfully, while he would say that he didn't care all that much whether he won or not, there was a part of him that was still competitive by nature, and a completely poor showing would be nothing short of a humiliation.
and so, before the "fight" (of sorts) begins, he looks around for his opponent, to at least get a better handle on them.
[His opponent isn't really that hard to find honestly. First of all? He's huge. Seriously. He stands around a head taller than most average sized people and his muscles seem to have muscles. Secondly? Well, he's quite loud.
But it also seems that he's friendly with how he is laughing and enjoying himself here. He seems to be well at ease with everything going on around him, even waving at people he sees.
He doesn't seem to be taking this seriously at all. Just having himself a great time.]
[ well... this was something else. he'd briefly met the man who'd called himself Alexander the Great once before, but having to go up against him in jousting was... bound to be something else. he could tell well enough that he was likely to be outmatched (after all, the man was likely taller than even Volgin had been). still... ]
Don't expect it to be easy.
[ he says sounding polite enough, though there is a hint of that rash arrogance that had once defined him in his youth. it might be a friendly competition, but Ocelot would still try his best to win, or at least reasonably compete. ]
[The declaration pulls him from what he's doing and he looks over. At first he blinks. However, he's soon laughing, throwing his head back in the process. Then he waves his hand in a carefree manner.]
If everything were easy then nothing would be worthwhile. The fact that this will be a challenge will make victory taste that much sweeter in the end.
[All the same, he grins at him and even holds his hand out to him.]
[ for just a second, Ocelot might bristle just a little, a hint of his once youthful arrogance rushing to the surface once again. but just as quickly it vanishes, replaced with a shrug. ]
I'm looking forward to a tough fight. It's been a while since I've had much of a challenge.
[ which is the truth (or as close to the truth as Ocelot can get). he takes the hand, replying with a firm handshake, and a smile for the crowd. ]
Of course.
[ a pity this wasn't an aiming competition. while Ocelot is a competent enough rider, he certainly is no Alexander the Great. ]
[Another wave to the crowd and then Iskandar gives the man another grin before going to his position so he can get on his mount. He definitely looks like he belongs there as waits for the signal to begin.]
I should take him out to drinks after this.
[Not that his opponent can hear this but that's not going to stop him from talking aloud.]
[ it was unfortunate Ocelot couldnt hear the whole thing, because there was a task where he might actually be able to more easily hold his own, being a Russian who'd gone through drug resistance training and all that. still, he shoots the other man a glance before getting on his own mount, carefully inspecting her. ]
I've faced worse odds.
[ and it had ended with him dodging bullets and barely getting out of it alive. this, at least couldn't be worse than that.
as the signal goes off, he begins by throwing off his heavier plate gloves. if nothing else, he could at least try to outrun his opponent. ]
[Maybe it's because he's huge or maybe it's because he's a Servant but he clearly has no problems moving. Especially now that he's on a mount. This is where a Rider shines.
And he's quickly coming up on his opponent with a grin on his face as he does, hair flying in the wind.
[ Ocelot, meanwhile isn't exactly "enjoying" himself, per se. sure, it might be entertaining enough, but he's determined to put up a good fight in the spirit of competition.
for just a moment, he looks as though he is going into a dive with his unicorn, with the intent to pull away at the last minute. he certainly can't defeat the other man one on one, but he might be able to make it last a little longer with some carefully timed subterfuge. ]
[Iskandar shifts to the side and the unicorn moves as one with him. Considering he's never ridden a unicorn before it's impressive. Chuckling he suddenly twists last minute for what looks like a sudden strike towards his opponent.]
[ with Cree back, Ocelot was eager to once again foster the relationship between the two of them. after all, the man had always had a number of useful contacts, and Ocelot had always had a certain talent for connecting with the more underhanded individuals in society.
which is why he's waiting, as casual as he can possibly look, leaning up against a wall, and twirling one of his revolvers.
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and so, before the "fight" (of sorts) begins, he looks around for his opponent, to at least get a better handle on them.
he wasn't going down without a fight. ]
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But it also seems that he's friendly with how he is laughing and enjoying himself here. He seems to be well at ease with everything going on around him, even waving at people he sees.
He doesn't seem to be taking this seriously at all. Just having himself a great time.]
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Don't expect it to be easy.
[ he says sounding polite enough, though there is a hint of that rash arrogance that had once defined him in his youth. it might be a friendly competition, but Ocelot would still try his best to win, or at least reasonably compete. ]
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If everything were easy then nothing would be worthwhile. The fact that this will be a challenge will make victory taste that much sweeter in the end.
[All the same, he grins at him and even holds his hand out to him.]
May the best man win.
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I'm looking forward to a tough fight. It's been a while since I've had much of a challenge.
[ which is the truth (or as close to the truth as Ocelot can get). he takes the hand, replying with a firm handshake, and a smile for the crowd. ]
Of course.
[ a pity this wasn't an aiming competition. while Ocelot is a competent enough rider, he certainly is no Alexander the Great. ]
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I should take him out to drinks after this.
[Not that his opponent can hear this but that's not going to stop him from talking aloud.]
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I've faced worse odds.
[ and it had ended with him dodging bullets and barely getting out of it alive. this, at least couldn't be worse than that.
as the signal goes off, he begins by throwing off his heavier plate gloves. if nothing else, he could at least try to outrun his opponent. ]
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And he's quickly coming up on his opponent with a grin on his face as he does, hair flying in the wind.
He's having the time of his life.]
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for just a moment, he looks as though he is going into a dive with his unicorn, with the intent to pull away at the last minute. he certainly can't defeat the other man one on one, but he might be able to make it last a little longer with some carefully timed subterfuge. ]
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Show me what you can do my friend!
"alexander noble"
which is why he's waiting, as casual as he can possibly look, leaning up against a wall, and twirling one of his revolvers.
if nothing else, this was going to be fun. ]