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Bolindad sighed, slipping the hood of his head, he leaned over and scooped some of the ground into his hands. Looking up to the horizon, he rubs the dirt into his hands, his back creaking and popping as he straightened. His fingers tracing down to the hilt of his Rapier.

His fingers sliding around the beautifuly crafted old hilt, the beauty of the twisted silver reflecting the light from the sun. He pulled up slightly on the metal, unlocking the rustic old blade from his soft leather sheathe, the material flopping lightly to his side as the blade was unleashes from it.

Turning his neck from side to side in a vain attempt to pop it, he drops his long coat off his shoulders, rolling his left arm trying to loosin up a tad. As he stand there waiting he closes his eyes, listening closely to the sounds around him, all he hear's is a slight breeze whistling across his ears.

Crest "looked" around with his covered eyes with a smile upon his face. He tightened his blindfold over his eyes so they would not fall off during battle. He patted the pummel or the borrowed Hell's Bane nervously at his waist, being the first sword he ever wielded in his life. He listened to his surroundings carefully. Heard the kind of clothes his opponent wore and the type of weapon he had preferred. The wind blew slightly, making the clothes around both of them flutter around. This will be a nuisance Crest thought as he untied his cloak and threw it to the side. I hope this will be interesting, Crest thought as he prepared himself for his first battle with a sword. "Let's have fun, sir." Crest called out.

((Thats alright, I was a little worried about that cause locking up like that is a little confusing))

Bolindad hoped back, just out of the range of the Dirk initially, then smiles, chuckling slightly as he takes another step or 2 back, leaving his rapier pointing to the ground.
"I dont know if I should....I would actually like to win a little in this tournement."

((Actually, one arm was across my body, so they were both in a position to where you couldnt do that, but since this got confusing....who cares!!!!))

Bolindad smiled, taking his 1st look at his opponent. He nervously pushed a bit of his fluddering brown hair from his face, and nodded.
"Yes, that is what this is all about isnt it?" he smiled, bowing slightly. "Ready when you are."

Crest bowed in return. Then quickly after, he drew his sword and charged his opponent. Once he was in range, Crest slashed downwards aiming for his opponents head, then Crest slashed horizantally, aiming for the throat.
"My name is Crestierem, what's yours?" Crest spoke during his sudden attack, hardly keeping his laughing in control.

He hopped back to avoid the downward slash, then with a flick of his wrist he bring his rapier up to meet Crest's blade. The clank of the metal sounding out through out the area in which they stood.
"Bolindad, pleased to meet you, Crestierem." He said, nodding slightly, not taking his eyes from his opponents blade.

"Nice to meet you, Bolindad," Crest said with a welcoming smile. Crest hopped back after his attack on Bolindad, just in case the ranger chose to counter, which he did not. Tch, I'm at a great disadvantage...he is obviously skilled with the sword where I am not. Also, he seems to be much more physically fit than I for the obvious reasons... Crest examined with a slight chuckle. Hmm...he wears armor...another disadvantage...oh well, might as well try, Crest thought as a ball of flame appeared in his free palm. "Here's a little present!" Crest yelled as he threw the fireball towards Bolindad.

"A pleasure, I am sure." He nodded again, straightening up as the smaller man hopped back. He paused, raising his rapier into a rather untradtional pose. His right foot behind him, his right elbowe behind so his raipier lines up with the side of his face.
His eyes widened for a moment as he watched a ball of flame come hearilling towards him...he smiled, his eyes fluddering shut in calm rush, infusing the blade of his Rapier with the element of Water. He hopped into the air, slashing down into the fire ball as he flipped low over the ball, causing it to sizzle as the water infuzed blade puts it out.
His lips turned into an amused smile, this opponent would be full of more surprises then he had thought, and that was a good thing.

Crest watched his spell dissapate into nothing from the water attack. "Aww, that's not fair!" Crest said, sounding dissappointed, but with the smile still on his face. He charged at the rangers fully exposed back. Crest thrusted his sword, aiming for the spine of his opponent, but made sure that his attack kept him on his feet and well balanced. I wonder what Bolindad's specialty is... Crest wondered in mid-attack.

Out of no where Bolindads Rapier flashed in the light as he spun to the left out of the way of Crest's blade. Using the momentum from his spin, he pushes hard against the HellsBane to push it to the left. He then steps foreward, towards Crest and his weapons hilt. He then places his free left hand on crests sword arm, pinning the sword to Crests right.
"Your not used to a sword are you?" He asked, looking up from the locked blades to Crest's hidden eyes. His eyes....they're covered. Why?

Crest laughed humorously to Bolindad's question, still holding onto the hilt of his bane. "Is it that obvious?" Crest asked sarcastically. Crest then released the sword that Bolindad had pinned and quickly drew out his dirk with his right hand, slashing at Bolindad's throat with blinding speed. Then threw the dirk at Bolindad's chest, while reaquiring the dropped Hell's Bane with his left arm crossed under his right. "Any tips for the sword then?" Crest asked with his friendly smile.

"More so by the minute" Bolindad said mentally shaking his head as he yanked it backwards, causing the durk to miss. He then pulled on Crests arm with a great amount of force. (since thats what he grabbed onto) Which in turn would cause him to move towards Bolindad. He brought his rapiers hilt up to Crest's chest.
Bolindad couldnt help but smile, since he was so close to Crest, there was no way he could bring the Dirk up for another attack.

"The only reason I want to win, is to get enough money to go on my way again, the rest of the draw is the fun....and the conversation." Bolindad said, smirking and bringing his Rapier up, the hilt slightly behind his head, the tip of it balanced next to his right cheek, turning his head to face Crest. He slid his left foot foreward pressing his weight on hisa right leg, nodding slightly. "As for who goes 1st....I could care less."

(OOC: Whoops, misread it. :lol:)

Crest laughed quietly to himself. "Boy, am I bad at this." Crest said chuckling. "Would you mind telling me those little tips?" Crest asked as he threw the dirk into the air and into his other hand where he hit the hilt away from his own chest and thrusted his dirk, aiming for Bolindad's throat.

(OOC: I hope I can do that. I'm somewhat confused at what's our current position. :unsure:)

Crest laughed a bit. "I guess that's another differance between us, I'm mainly here for the fun, but winning has its advantages," Crest said with a smile. He knelt down and picked up the Hell's Bane that he had dropped earlier. "Oh well, tips or not, let's just enjoy this little fight," Crest said, turning his body sideways, pointing the Bane to the side. Then with his left hand behind him, Crest created a fireball, that floated just over his palm, ready to be sent flying. "So...who's first?" Crest asked.

Crest's smile turned into a smirk, once again able to contain his insanity, temporarily. Hmm...stand-offs...this will certainly be interesting... Crest thought. Crest started to examine the limitless possibilities that may or may not happen. His palm started to sweat from the heat of the fireball. I could attack from above...but then he could just simply stab his sword through my chest...If I go to the left or right, he would have a harder time attacking me, if I do a passby attack...and if I come from the front, I will definitely be wide open for attack... Crest's mind raced for anything that may turn the tables, and only one way came to light, but it was risky. Crest threw the fireball towards Bolindad's head, at the same time, charged the ranger. Then Crest made a small hop to the side, crouched enough to attack from underneath, and thrusted his sword upwards, aiming for Bolindad's underchin.

The smile wipes off Bolindads face as he goes into a low backwards flip, the fire ball flying over his body as it is temporarelly bent backwards, his legs flying upwards after the fireball has passed over his chest. Continueing the risky flip he lands on one knee, the fireball behind him, he cringes slightly from the inpact as he looks to Crest, off to his left, obviously wishing his second attempted attack had worked.

Crest laughed outloud after his failed attempt. This is amusing, very amusing, Crest thought happily. Crest sighed to stop the laughing, and when he was in control again, Crest quickly threw a small fireball not strong enough to do anything except a simple distraction, then Crest ran in the opposite direction. As he ran, Crest picked up his cloak and wrapped it around him and tied it. Time to make a strategic retreat until I think of a better strategy, Crest thought with a smirk across his face.

Bolindad watched as the fire ball flew from Crest's hand, it headed in no perticular path towards Bolindad, but this did not worry him, not as much as the site of Crest making a run in the opposite direction.
Odd. he dared to think as he rolld to the left of the fireBall, watching Crest as he tied his cloak back around him.
"Leaving?" Bolindad asked, rising to his feet, but not ready to let his guard down. "Already?"

After gaining some distance and hearing no following footsteps after him, Crest stopped and turned around. He lifted his blindfold slightly to see what was going on. Bolindad didn't even try to chase him down or hunt him down, he just stood there, ready for action. Crest snickered a bit. No chase? No killing blow? What a dissappointment... Crest thought as he rested for awhile, regaining his strength. Seeing that the ranger was not going to chase him without caution, Crest shrugged his shoulders and started to chant the language of magic. He didn't worry that Bolindad would hear him, because he was too far to be heard with his quiet chantings. "It is the End of Time," Crest said after his chant. Four walls of fire bursted up, surrounding Bolindad in a square of fire, then they closed in on him, slowly growing taller as they drew closer to eachother. Crest stood limply, trying to stand up straight with the stamina the magic had spared him. Crest kneeled down to one knee, and watched the spell do its work.

Bolindad blinked, looking at Crest threw the rising flames, his eyes focusing on the mage with a great intensity. I dont believe this... He stopped and thought for what seemed like several minutes, but in reality less then a second had passed.
It is truelly amazing, the power of the human mind.... His childhood mentour's words flooded back to him, as he ran straight towards the still far off flame. He had noticed, even in the second that had past, that as the flame's grew closer they grew higher.
He leaped over the flames, still several feet away from where he stood, but still short enough for him to jump over. He cringed as he hit the ground into a roll, slowing enough to put his flaming foot out.
"That was low!" He yelled out at Crest as he stands up, favoring his left foot a little, gripping his rapier so hard his knuckles turned white. He stood, keeping his blade low and to the right, his eyes glaring at the weakened Mage.

After hearing Bolindad's comment, Crest laughed loud enough to be heard by the ranger. "What was low about that?" Crest said in the midst of his laughing. "Oh, the flames? Yeah, I need to work on that spell some more so that the firewalls start at a higher height," Crest said finally able to contain himself, but a few more laughs still escaped his lips. He then felt the glare of the ranger towards him. "What? I ran, you didn't chase, I saw an oppurtunity and took it," Crest explained easily. Thanks for starting a conversation, ranger, this will certainly be enough time to recover, Crest thought with a smirk. "So what do you plan on doing now?" Crest asked musingly, "Charge me at this distance? Let me warn you that I have the advantage with this great distance between us," Crest said as he stood up straight. Finally, enough strength to support myself, Crest thought, and if he decides to charge, I'll be ready... Crest thought with a cautious nature finally coming out of him. This will be interesting, I wonder what he will choose to do... Crest thought with his usual smirk.

He smirks, as he charges foreward, his blade still low to the ground. He continues to cover the now shortened (by his dive threw the flames) distance, closing in faster then Crest expected, infusing his Rapier's blade with his element as he draws closer to crest, dropping down into a roll foreward as his right leg flys out at the Mages left knee, his Water infused Rapier pointing upwards at a slight angle aimed for his chest.

Crest was surprised alright, but not because of the ranger's speed, but because of the amount of energy still left in him. Crest mentally applauded the ranger's endurance. It was true that the ranger was quick, but not quick enough. Because of the distance between them, Crest could easily read what Bolindad had in mind. As soon as the ranger dropped down to roll, Crest jumped back, out of the range of the sweep and threw a fireball into the path of the rolling ranger. There is no possible way he could dodge this, Crest thought as he landed a few feet away, his momentum should drive him straight into that fireball. Crest thought after his examination of the circumstances.

Bolindad chuckled, no longer charging his Rapier, using his foreward momentum and his outward stretched leg to carry him into a flip, wincing at the pain of the fireball scorching across his left shoulder. Landing the flip neatly on his right leg, and standing at the ready, his rapier charged, but not growing in strength as he brings it level with his eyes.
"That tingled..." He said, looking over his shoulder at the singed shirt. "...damnit, now I have to spen all my money on new clothes." He shooks his head, turning his attanetion back to Crest.

Crest snickered at Bolindad's misfortune. "That's a shame, and I was going to use your money to buy myself some more knives," Crest said jokingly. "Besides, what would a ranger want with money anyways?" Crest asked as he hopped to the right, faking an attack on Bolindad's left, then crouched and ran past Bolindad on the left, (Bolindad's right) and slashed horizantally at the ranger's stomach as he passed by, making the attack hard to dodge, if possible. "I thought you ranger's hunted for all your food and wore the furs of the animals," Crest said jokingly.

Bolindad hopped to his left, throwing his leg out to his right, in a quick kicking motion at the crouched Crests stomach/chest. As his right foot flys at his stomach, Bolindad slides low along the ground, bringing his left leg at Crest's closest leg, keeping his rapier parellel to the ground, and his right leg but not within harming distance of the mage.
"I'm not your everyday ranger." Bolindad said during his slide, "I'm not your everyday anything."

Crest felt the sudden impact of the kick on his side and was knocked away from the ranger. Since pain was not an everyday thing to the mage, the pain from the kick was almost umbearable, but the kick knocked Crest sideways, causing him to fall on his side. When Crest landed on the ground, he rolled away and onto his feet. Crest held his right side with his left hand, his sword still positioned to attack or defend. Damn, that hurt... Crest thought with a serious face. At least the kick allowed me to be at a safe distance again...but now what? Crest thought. His mind struggled with plans, strategies, and advantages, but all was in vain. Great, the only advantage I have over him is my magic, but I need range for those, and I need time for the more advanced spells... Crest sighed at his unfavorable situation. Perhaps I could make another strategic retreat...but he will surely follow this time...oh wait, that's a good idea, Crest thought as an idea popped into his head. Crest then spun around, and ran away from Bolindad...again.

((I didnt kick at your side....and you made no motion to change my area of impact, I'll let it slide this time, but not next))

Bolindad continued his foreward slide, rolling his body over allowing him to place his hands on the ground and flip himself high into the air, for a man of 32. As he lands, he instantly begins to give chase after Crest, still slightly favoring his left leg, allowing it to slow him down only a little as he let's his Water infused rapier guide him towards the Mage, he begins to close the small distance between them.

(OOC: I can easily argue with that, but I'm not in the mood.)

As Crest ran, he heard the footsteps behind slowly catching up to him, he heard the magic that slowly enveloped the rapier of his opponent. Crest sheathed his sword, getting ready to take action. Tch, I forgot about that skill...it will make things more difficult, but no matter, I will still carry on with the plan, Crest thought as he started to untie his cloak. Let's hope this works, or else I'm wide open for the fatal blow... As soon as Bolindad was in range, Crest took off his cloak, stopped very suddenly and swung it around in a quick, fluid motion to hopefully hit Bolindad with it. If it did, the cloak would wrap around the ranger, then Crest would throw a fireball at the ranger, setting his own cloak on fire, while it was still wrapped around Bolindad, and any other flameble clothing on the ranger. It's risky casting FlameBlast in pointblank range, but it's unexpected and the explosion would toss us farther apart, giving me time to recover. Crest smirked unconciously, It would also be pretty hard to dodge at this close range and so suddenly because of the momentum that Bolindad made with his own legs, but there are always possibilities, Crest thought cautiously.

Bolindad gritted his teeth, leaning hard against whatever emotions were building up in his head. His eyes fluddering in motion as he focus's in on the task at hand, his mind now clear of everything in the area except Crest, the Cloak, and Himself. He breathed in deep, a new air of confidence now sweeping over him as the area surronding them grew dark, the brightest things in his minds eye glowing with an unseen radience.

His eyes flickered shut as his thoughta ticked by, one bye one, his eyes only catching glimpses of the way his body moved in context with his surroundings, the images ticking slowly by like an old moving picture. Finally closing his eyes as his body bent over ever so slightly, seeing the cloak fly threw the air in the back of his mind he lurches to his right (Crest's Left), but only for a moment as he brings his rapier up parellel with his opponents waist.
Ducking low under the floating garment, he takes a sudden step foreward and to his left (under the cloak), his rapier pushing with a great force foreward in an attempt at a a horizontal slash at Crests waist. Moving the blade to his left as he continues his diagonal movement, so it will drag hard against the skin of his opponent.
His eyes snaping open, looking to Crest long enough to home in on his target as the cloak flutters downward behind him.

Crest watched Bolindad's movements as if time had slowed down. He watched Bolindad duck under the cloak come back up with his own attack. Crest smirked as he heard the rapier cutting the wind towards him. There was no way to dodge it, his arms were spread out wide, his weapons were at his waists and sheathed, and the ranger had already begun his attack at a close range that would even cut down the small and agile imp or fairy. So...I've lost... Crest admitted with a smile on his face, At least I had my share of fun in this, Crest thought happily. Time returned to its normal pace as Crest felt the cold blade at his waist. Excruciating pain spread from the wound to the rest of his body and to his fingers, causing them to let go of the cloak. Crest fell behind Bolindad with his cloak beside him. Crest laughed quietly at his own defeat, though it caused tremendous pain on his body. "Heh heh, looks like you've won this battle, ranger Bolindad," Crest said on the ground, on his back. "Tell me, was it fun?" Crest asked. He heard some sounds of talking, but they sounded muffled. "Oh well, come here, I want to tell you a secret." Crest said with a smirk on his face, "And don't worry, I won't try to stab you or anything like that."

Bolindad's arms shook as his Rapier dug into the waist of his opponent, the blade slicing into him as deep as a rapier blade could go. His eyes slowly focused on the surronding are, it was a sunny day, a blue sky with the occasional whisp of white cloud over head. He hadn't had time to notice the beauty of the day around him, until now. He felt the blade of his rapier begin to lighten as Crest fell off of it, the blade now feeling no diffrent then it did the day before.
He flicked the small amount of blood off of the weak blade of the sword prior to placing it back in its worn sheath. He turned to look Crest over, seeing him laying on the ground with a nice sized slash across his midsection.

"Heh heh, looks like you've won this battle, ranger Bolindad," his ears picked up the sounds of Crest's voice, "Tell me, was it fun?"

"Yes....it was quite a challenge." He said, smiling a little, but still not ready to let his guard down.

"Oh well, come here, I want to tell you a secret." his wounded advesary said, a smirk curling across his lips. "And don't worry, I won't try to stab you or anything like that."

Bolindad nodded, drawing his Rapier once again, and placing the blade, sharp side down just above Crest's throat, one hand on the hilt, the other on the end of the blade, but applying no pressure.

"Just to make sure..." he said, leaning over slightly to hear what Crest had to say "...your wound isnt deadly, but if you do stab me all I must do is push and you will die." He stopped and listend to what Crest had to say, his blade moving a little bit closer to his opponents throat as he waits.

Crest felt the cold blade upon his throat. Crest laughed mentally. He doesn't even trust a wounded man, how cruel, how cruel indeed, Crest thought sarcastically. "Here is my secret..." Crest whispered quietly. Crest then started to whisper a chant of magic in an inaudible voice. To him, this will sound like a quiet wind, and if he listens closely, it will sound like the voices of the night, and then, the flames of the sun will burn him with me, Crest thought uncounciously as he chanted. A ring of flame bursted around the two. Then started they path towards the center, growing higher as they approached. "It's too late to slit my throat now, Ranger Bolindad. The spell is completed," Crest said weakly, using most of his remaining stamina to cast the 'grand fanale,' "You can slit my throat, but then the walls will be too high for you to jump." Crest warned. Crest then took out his dirk and pinned a piece of Bolindad's clothing to the ground so deep that the blade had dissappeared into the earth. "This is truly, the 'End of Time,'" Crest whispered mockingly.

Bolindad's eyes widened as he noticed the flames circling in around them, he knew that Crest had to be up to somthing and he had been right. He smirked, looking down at the mage as he heard his final words of the match.

"This is truly, the 'End of Time,'" his words said, as Boindad grabbed hold of Crest's shirt, pulling him off the ground and rolling him towards the flames, leaving his Rapier to be scorched. As he does so his body hits the dirk loosening it from the soil, his clothes then pulling it out of the loosend ground.

"Time will never end," he grunted as he thrusts Crests body into the flames, breaking the wall and then rolling over him. Crest's body shielding him from the firy wall, "because it doesnt exist."

Right before Crest's body hit the wall of flame, it vanished, followed by the rest of the ring of fire. Crest stopped rolling on his back. He was laughing as if insanity had taken him. "That was unexpected, truly unexpected indeed," Crest said between laughs. "I would applaud you, but you see, that spell took the rest of my energy," Crest complimented weakly. "You were in no real danger of that spell, I didn't have the energy to cast the full spell," Crest explained laughing again. "But, for crying out loud, such disrespect for other people, I've seen the cruellest of man just leave me and jump over the flames while they were still low," Crest snickered, recalling one of the fights from the past he could remember. "Oh well...I've been defeated...you may...go do as you wish now..." Crest said after calming himself down, even more tired than he thought. "I'm...just going to...take a little nap...here..." Crest whispered weakly, closing his eyes underneath his blindfold. Farewell, ranger, Crest thought as he fell asleep.

Bolindad lay on the ground for a moment, panting lightly as he trys to catch his breath. His eyes closed for a moment, knowing that his advisary was to weak to do any damage he took the moment to rest. I hate fire. his voice boomed, but in no manner that crest could hear it It's so hot...and a pain to deal with.

His thought slowly drifted to his home over looking the sea, the boats that would drift by on those lazy days of his youth. His mind drifinted onward to his father, always sitting in his chair, his mother next to him. As he thoughts continued to drown out reason, on the back of his mind he wondered why he drifted so. Why had he chosen this life of exile over a life of comfort Why HAD he chosen to duel today instead of continue on in his journey's?

"That was unexpected, truly unexpected indeed," Crest's voice broke his thoughts, sgattering the lingering image of his mother and father, "I would applaud you, but you see, that spell took the rest of my energy. You were in no real danger of that spell, I didn't have the energy to cast the full spell," Bolindad listened to him, opening his eyes and rolling foreward into a sitting position. "But, for crying out loud, such disrespect for other people, I've seen the cruellest of man just leave me and jump over the flames while they were still low."

"Cruelty?" Bolindad whispered as he slowly rose to his feet. "Was I cruel?" he asked himself, only half listening to what Crest was saying.


"Oh well...I've been defeated...you may...go do as you wish now..." Crest said as Bolindad walked to him, stepping over him he made his way to his Rapier and picked it up off the ground, putting it back in the sheath at his side.

"I'm...just going to...take a little nap...here..." he heard crest say from behind him, he turned around to say somthing to the Mage, but he alredy slept soundly on the ground. He shook his head, stepping closer to the sleeping man, slowly taking the cloak that had been thrown at him earlier. He tosses it lightly over the sleeping form of his defeated opponent.

I am cruell.... he thought to himself as he walked back to where he left his coat. Well....if I am cruell, that is somthing I will have to change He smirked as he picked up his worn jacket, pulling it back around hs body.

"I did it for the money...for the joy of seeing my family again." He said, the only person close enough to hear him, was himself.

(( *puts a little tag on the Postage that says "Signed, Sealed, Delivered"* ))

Scores:

Bolindad

Tactics: 7.2 (Dude, confusing bit there in page 1... were you thinking too terribly hard? Oh, and just a note. Rubbing dirt into your hands to better your grip only works in The Gladiator. In real life, tested, it only makes your grip worse because the grains of dirt fill in the grooves in your skin which make traction possible in the first place.)

Regulation: 10 (Good use of skills. Nice Charge Slash w/ the Water element.)

Quailty: 7.8 (You had quite a few grammarical errors, changes in tense, spelling errors, etc.)

Fairness: 8 (Relatively fair. You did force the arm grab on page 1. But things improved in further pages to raise your overall score in this section.)

Technicaility: 6.8 (You dodged like... everything. Feel free to take a hit, it won't kill you.)

Overall: 8.0 (It was 7.96, but I forgot that I'm not dealing in triple digits AT ALL. So your scores are usually going to be rounded up or down, .06 + rounds up, .05 and below rounds down.) (Nice try, but it could have been a little better. I look forward to improvements and another diligent attempt in the next tournament.)



Crest

Tactics: 8.3 (Pretty good job. Keep up the work.)

Regulation: 10 (Nice job. A few FlameBlasts and 2 End of Times is well within a Mage's parameters.)

Quailty: 7.5 (There were some spelling errors, and improper tenses which could use some work. But overall not bad.)

Fairness: 8 (There weren't too many problems that I could see, but nobodies perfect... ---Except for Me of course :D---)

Technicaility: 9 (Good job, you took hits, and dodge hits. Hell, you even got pwned there at the end. But no big deal, it only helped you. :) )

Overall: 8.5 (Wow! Close one. You just hit the level gain floor. Good job!)


Congratulations Crest! It was a pretty close game. Better luck next time Bolindad, you did a pretty good job in there - just try to refrain from forcing hits, and doing things with too many "rights" and "lefts", it gets perplexing.

Crestierem + 1 Lvl.