[Center][color=bc8dbf][h2]Grima[/h2]
Level 4
4/40 EXP

Location: Esaka - Mid Tier
Wordcount: 376 (+1)[/color][/Center]

Grima runs through the alleyway, her hand clutching her side as she makes her way through the winding, dark corridors and away from the distant sounds of fighting. Once she was certain she was far enough away, Grima staggered to a stop, practically collapsing next to a wall beside her, 

The entire situation, without a shred of doubt, was a catastrophe. She could not begin to fathom what exactly caused that creature to hunt her down, aside from it sensing the connection between the vessel and the true form. How was, truthfully, irrelevant: Only that she was almost killed by it. A long, slow exhale comes from Grima’s lips as they propped themselves up on the wall. Despite their power, this vessel was not without its flaws, and though they could never get the vessel itself to the level of their true form, cursed with human flesh as it was, it would prove valuable to strengthen it as much as they could. 

With a grunt of effort Grima pushed themselves away from the wall and began to head out of the alleyway she had found herself in. The streets that connected nearby were filled with a mass of people, some having been the same individuals that ran from Hauzer’s attack, others simply being in the area. Murmurs spread through the crowd about the rampaging dragon, but Grima ignored them. The city’s defenses had marked the beast, and it was unlikely to be a continued threat to her. Instead, Grima simply walked through the crowd, head held high despite the pain in her torso, making her way to the nearby bulletin boards. Her fight with Hauzer had caused her to miss the initial announcements for the battles, but she could at least find them here and now.

Thankfully, it did not take long for Grima to find her name, opponent, and location. A worm named “Danny” that would serve as her first foe in the tournament. The name did not strike fear in the Fell Dragon, and mostly resulted in her rolling her eyes before marking down the location of her fight in her memory and beginning to walk to reach it. 

Weak as this vessel may be, a worm like that should be of no challenge.