An Irish champion

An Irishmen steps into the marble arena a generally quite lean fellow but rather tall at 6'2, with deep set muscles and quite hairy. Short cropped hair on the back and sides but longer on top. A 5 O'clock shadow of a beard over the chin and the strong jaw line complementing the facial hair. Sharp green eyes with small bags underneath. A long black tattoo on his forearm written in the traditional Celtic style "Níl aon déithe aon máistrí".

He is wearing tight leather trousers dyed black that suit him well. A fine body armour shaped strangely, slightly rounded at the front. Over the top of that he wears an old cloak coloured a deep shade of green with his families banner marked on it. He is carrying the family's weapon, a claymore called Claisoar. Its a beautiful weapon with symbolic symbols on the hilt with a long clean bright blade. The whole outfit topped with a stylish hat.

Feirre is standing in the duelling arena of his estate a big circular room with a shiny marble floor so clear that it's reflective. He is practising with a training dummy, dancing back and forth really working up a sweat with how energetic he's being.

The Irishman walks along, blade sheathed by his side, He notices how hard the duellist is going on the training dummy. The he sees just how beautiful they are it instantly arouses him and he walks closer. "Must feel good finally having an opponent who won't hit you back" he teases leaning against the wall to the side one hand lazily resting on the hilt of his weapon. Sharp eyes meeting Feirres feminine ones. The Irishman was already measuring up how to outplay him.

Feirre halts practice entirely and turns to look at the new arrival his cyan blue eyes taking in there figure calculatingly. "Well quite the opposite actually" he chuckles sheathing the rapier in its ornate scabbard "I was really quite bored waiting for a proper fight to come along"

The newcomer nods "Why should a real fighter waist their time with you?" the words are blunt, testing to see how easy it was to get under Fierre's skin, how to beat him. He noticed the feminine posture, something to exploit. He relaxes safe in the knowledge that he could easily just overpower him with no hassle at all.