[center][h1][color=7ea7d8]Vincent Carlisle[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Vincent had hoped for a larger crowd, something to really spur the enthusiasm, though he had heard the princess was fighting this year and the buzz was likely there. The opponent that stood before him was a young woman, oddly dressed for a fight, though this was where mages gathered and not all mages fought the same. Vincent took a small bow as the fight began.

	[color=7ea7d8]"I wish you the best of luck, fight with honor."[/color] Vincent leaned forward and set himself into a lighter stance, he prepared to dodge long range attacks, many of the mages that he had met had all used some form of projectile magic, be it throwing a fireball, or hurling lighting, the best plan was to not be hit, and to be fast as he closed the gap.

	His body tensed as he felt the magic pulse through him, a sensation he had long since begun to understand, he called to mind his training, all the months spent alongside his mentor, as his foot pressed into the ground, it was as if he broke through a pane of glass, the magic scattered over his body, revealing the shift from his normal street clothes, to a suit of darkened leather armor and in each of his hands was a short blade, just longer than a dagger. If Vincent could manage to close the distance between them, a quick finish was ideal, but just being within melee was better than the opponent holding him at range.

[@PaulHaynek]