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[h2][color=magenta] Zevi[/color][/h2]
Location: tournament grounds
Interacting with: no one yet
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Zevi had made his way to the tournament grounds and felt a sigh. While many would be participating zevi decided not to. Instead of fighting he would watch...especially those that had weapons that he himself had made at some point. Though no matter how unique very very few received the twisted blades he kept for himself. If he was going to fight he wasn't about to be kind about it. 

Zevi glanced around himself and made his way to where he was intended to sit the metal in his hair glinting with head movements and the bands on his horns added to it. He was dressed to impress and along with it should he be forced to fight what he was wearing allowed for quick movements. Though if he had to impress he would rather do so with his skills at the forge then his fighting skills. 

Zevi knew that some if not all of the men he arrived with would be participating and the most that meant to him was making sure his weapons did well in battle. He settled in and his eyes focused on the grounds now in front of him. Steel eyes giving him a strong silent look despite his more gem features. Hopefully he was not forced to interact with those gems in sheer clothing. He could fake it and fake it well but that did not mean he would enjoy it.

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Zevi made it to the tournament grounds and settled in. He's there to watch not fight unless forced to. And he's really hoping those girls don't force him to interact with them
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