[b][i]Celvin Taris, Chapter 1[/i][/b]

The room was lit by lanterns in-between the gathering of people. The mood was good. Several mugs of beer had already been chugged down, though many still remained in the hands of the crowd. They cheered loudly, the excitement building up. In the middle, a big circle had been formed. Two men stood by each end of it. With short pants, and a bare chest they both stood ready. They both had an impressive body build. Though one of them had a fine amount of muscles build up, covering most of his chest. He stood at a steady pace, with both his hands held up. He had wrapped a piece of cloth around each one, mainly covering his knuckles.  The man was fairly tall, but only half a head taller than his opponent. He rolled his shoulders, to warm them up. A bell was hit with a hammer, and thus the two went towards each other. Celvin had his knees bent slightly, moving his hands forwards and backwards, trying to read his opponent. They gracefully danced around for a few seconds, before Celvin quickly burst forward, sending a jab for the man’s head. Though the brown haired man duck down, trying his own luck for Celvin. The strike flew right into Celvin’s lower rib, causing him to briefly grimace, before striking out with a hook. A striking pain went through his hand as his fist connected with the skull of his opponent. The brown haired man stumbled backwards, but still stood firmly on his feet. The two went at each other, exchanging strikes and going at each other. Celvin kept his right leg in front of him, but then switched his legs, directly sending his right leg for the man’s ribs afterwards. 

The man grunted, and rushed towards Celvin, grabbing him at the back of his knees. The brown haired man had planted his knee in the ground, and thrusted his shoulder into Celvin’s stomach, whilst pulling his legs back, forcing him to the ground. He started throwing punches down for the muscular man. Celvin attacked, wrapping his left arm around the man’s throat, pushing the tip of his radius bone into his throat. Celvin wrapped his legs around him, and grabbed his own left arm with his right. Celvin leaned back, twisting the man’s body in the other direction. He tightened his grip around his throat as much as he could, locking away the air. The man panicked, struggling to get even a hint of air. He tapped harshly against Celvin’s knee, submitting defeat. Celvin let go of the man, rolling back unto his feet. The crowd cheered, tossing their booze everywhere. A man stormed towards Celvin, clapping excitedly.

“Tha’ was amazin’ lad! Pay as ya’ was promised – though you could earn a little more!” he shouted out, trying to catch Celvin’s attention. But the taller figure simply scoffed, drying his face in a blanket.

“Explain.” He simply stated, barely looking at the arranger. 

“Uh.” He started, before continuing. “Jus’ this local chap wants a fight. It’ll be a lot, but he’s a tough one!” the lowly street man nodded. 

Celvin turned around, cracking his neck and nodding, stepping back into the circle. The arranger shouted out, resulting in the crowd cheering even louder and back away, giving space. Celvin isolated himself again, only focusing on the bear of a man that entered the ring.  

He took in deep breaths, letting the airflow into his muscles. He raised his hands up again, focusing completely on the man, seemingly by the nickname of Brick. The bell rang again.

Celvin charged this time, sending a round kick for Brick’s inner leg, receiving a punch simultaneous. The bear threw his elbow out for Celvin, barely missing him. An uppercut was thrown in a response, hitting the jaw of Brick. He stumbled backwards, but charged forth afterwards. He grabbed the back of Celvin’s neck with his left hand, forcing it into his elbow and locking it. His right hand held under his shoulder, firmly on the shoulderpad. Brick explosively stepped backwards and in circles, bringing Celvin to the ground. He attempted to lock him down, but Celvin threw a powerful knee right into his rib, hearing cracking sound coming from the bear. He roared out and stepped back up, glaring angrily at the calmer Celvin. 

The bear moved forward again, swinging for Celvin. But he stepped back, trying a few punches. One hook was rammed into the broken rib, staggering Brick completely. Celvin simply stepped back, raising his right leg up, by an angle of 45 degrees, extended his leg whilst he turned kicked directly for Brick’s jaw. The leg harshly connected, throwing Brick’s face around, and sending the man to the ground.
Celvin held his side slightly, grunting. Once again he let in the sound of the crowd, hearing their verbal satisfaction of the downed Brick. 

The arranger went to Celvin again, sprouting out a flow of words Celvin didn’t even pay attention to, he simply accepted his pay and put on his coat, leaving the basement quickly.

The weather seemed fine, and quite uninteresting to him. Though a gathering grabbed his attention The parade was going at it, and Celvin approached, eyeing the crowd and making his way to the plaza. He stopped in front of a tavern, massaging his muscles and snorted. He looked around, spotting several people he recognised. He knew the people of the street well. He looked over his shoulder, just being able to spot the top of the Mansion. Without a word he turned his gaze back, observing quietly.