Rolled 16 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JzDCFfbenA&list=RD41qC3w3UUkU&index=2optional musical element, trust meConfidence blooms in your chest. You were born for this - born for this moment. These other men are lesser creatures - you pity their ignorance, their foolishness, their weakness. Only the men of Argos are capable of true greatness; only the men of Argos are beloved by Hera Αργεια! You will have to educate these poor fools...
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">"MEN OF TRACHIS - I AM HIPPOMEDON OF ARGOS - MEET ME ON THE VICTOR'S BEACH!</span></span>
The cry shreds your throat, but you care not, for the horns are already sounding – a long, drawn out blast like thunder, like bronze on bronze, like the gates of Thebes crashing to the earth. The cattle-gates before you snap up violently, and your quarry emerge from the darkness.
As when a howling gale approaches the rocky coast, and the wine-dark waves swell and rise, first battering against the cliff sides and the outcrops, before finding their way into a rocky inlet, drawing their strength from the hidden deeps, and giving chase to one another, vaulting over the slick boulders embedded in the sand, growing frothy white with salt spray as they leap one another to crest the next stone, each wave shouldering another aside to make its own headlong dash against the coast – in this fashion, so did the white cattle of Eurykratides burst forth from their gates.
Seven prime beasts in the strength of their youth – long-horned, thick with muscle and fat, they crash onto the sand, spraying blood (for their hides have been marked with whips) and breathing hot fumes of frenzy.
You tense; light on your feet, you grip your club. The sounds of the crowd fade to nothing – your mind clears.
The cattle break and shift unpredictably – but their instinct, even maddened, is to run together. The far left two of the mighty beasts immediately break to their right, and begin to run against the far fencing. Hyperbius wastes no time – one of the beasts is approaching and he sets off after it, club in hand. Dadaces, too – he lumbers heavily into a sprint, tacking to meet the second of these.
The bull from the central gate tacks to its right as well, but seeing an opening, you charge it yourself! Your strides lengthen, in only a few seconds, you will catch it! You spare a glance over your right shoulder – the Sardinian twins move to capture a beast in tandem, and beyond them, Faibokraf lopes to meet the last. An extra set of bulls careen wildly towards one another as the exit their gates – they are on a path to collision!
As you draw within ten paces, your prey catches sight of you and jolts in alarm – now is the true test!
>okay, /qst/ - give me a dice+1d20+6 for Hippomedon’s initiative>I’m rolling for the bull – it has a +3 AGI bonus in total (+1 base, +2 temporary whipping bonus)>We’ll handle the rest of the competitors once Hippo’s section is done. 
