|Dragon-Rider's Wrestling Sword||275||325||356||Dragon-Rider DDT: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Dragon-Rider's Wrestling equipment set worn; Chance to proc twice||Mestr Rekkr Rematch (Raid)|
|Dragon-Rider's Wrestling Blade||275||325||356||Dragon-Rider DDT: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Dragon-Rider's Wrestling equipment set worn; Chance to proc twice||Mestr Rekkr Rematch (Raid)|
|Dragon-Rider's Wrestling Mask||275||325||356||Dragon-Rider DDT: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Dragon-Rider's Wrestling equipment set worn; Chance to proc twice||Mestr Rekkr Rematch (Raid)|
|Dragon-Rider's Wrestling Chest||275||325||356||Mestr Rekkr Rematch (Raid)|
|Dragon-Rider's Wrestling Gloves||275||325||356||Mestr Rekkr Rematch (Raid)|
|Dragon-Rider's Wrestling Pants||275||325||356||Mestr Rekkr Rematch (Raid)|
|Dragon-Rider's Wrestling Boots||275||325||356||Mestr Rekkr Rematch (Raid)|
|Dragon-Rider's Wrestling Ring||275||325||356||Mestr Rekkr Rematch (Raid)|
|Dragon-Rider's Wrestling Bearers||250||350||338||Dragon-Rider DDT: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each unique piece of Dragon-Rider's Wrestling item owned; Chance to proc twice||Mestr Rekkr Rematch (Raid)|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 3187.5|
|Duel Power: 2400|
|I. "I don't need a sword," you say. "This is a wrestling match, not a massacre. Trust me -- I've done both."
"It's not for the match," Tiberius says. "Wave it at the crowd when you come out, and they'll go wild. Showmanship, %name%! Showmanship!"
"I see..." You sigh. "Why are you putting on wrestling matches, anyway? Don't you run a gladiator school or something?"
"I offered to host a series of gladiatorial battles, but the festival people told me they wanted to avoid gruesome bloodshed. Apparently it wouldn't be appropriate..."
|II. "Another sword?" you say.
"More showmanship," Tiberius says.
"Do we really need that much showmanship?"
"Trust me. My gladiators have entertained crowds for years! I know how to put on a good show."
"With blood and carnage?"
"Yes. But we'll make do."
|III. "A mask?" you say.
"Let me guess... Showmanship?"
"That too. But the tailors created this costume to imitate your battle attire. The people came to see the great hero -- and now they shall!"
"My face is covered. It could be anyone under here."
"Exactly. When you wear the helm, you're both %name% of Burden's Rest and a symbol representing any and all of them."
"Did you just make that up?"
|IV. "I'm only doing this to make the children happy," you say.
"Really? Then make sure you break your opponent's head open."
"Isn't that a little brutal?"
"Yes! Exactly! You don't have children, do you?"
|V. "So who am I wrestling?" you ask. "One of the locals?"
"No. Who wants to see a hero throw a peasant around? I was going to pit you against Marcus..."
"We've done that already..."
"He declined. But as luck would have it, an even better opponent presented himself."
"An old foe."
"If you're about to say I'm wrestling a dragon..."
At that moment, a voice bellows from outside the tent.
"Where's %name%? Tell %him% to come and face me!"
You've heard a lot of angry voices since the day kobolds attacked Burden's Rest, and it takes you a moment to place it. But recognition comes.
"That's..." you begin. You sigh.
|VII. You finish dressing, and glance at the big golden shield resting on the golems' shoulders.
"Is that really necessary?" you say.
You clamber on top of it, duck so you'll fit under the tent flap, and let them carry you out into the open. The moment the crowd sees you, they let out a roar. You wave your swords. Their cries become even louder, and people start cheering your name. Maybe Tiberius does know what he's talking about after all...
|VIII. The golems bear you up the aisle that opens amidst the clamoring spectators. At the far end is the wrestling circle, and the tall, hulking opponent you're about to face. He points at you and cries out.
"You beat me once, dragon-rider. But I've trained for this match by crushing kobolds and mangling beastmen with my bare hands. I even lifted an ogre and slammed him to the ground!"
The crowd falls silent, waiting to hear a suitably heroic response from their champion. You cough.
"Well I... I've... I mean, I..." You shrug. "I've killed dragons!"
The audience erupts in a barrage of applause, cheers, and raucous song.
|IX. You grin behind your mask, and laugh while he glowers at you. There's no contest -- you're the one the people want to see triumph. He's just another dragon to slay. Another stepping stone on your road to glory! You wave your swords around with great relish, then for good measure toss them into the air and catch them. Or at least you try to. One lands on a golem's head, bounces off, and disappears into the hands of eager urchins.
"Sorry," you say.
"No problem," the golem says.
You jump down at the edge of the circle. And that's when you realize you've perhaps bitten off more than you can chew. Mestr Rekkr looks even bigger and stronger than he did last time, and the glare in his eyes screams bloody, gruesome, bone-shattering murder. You wonder if you should keep your remaining sword after all...
But someone plucks it from your hand, and the match begins.