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City of Thorne - Tournament Grounds
The end of spring; a transition into the hot summer days, filled with dew buds of sweat climbing down the faces of aristocrats and pedestrians alike...
... bleeeeeh, this was gonna straight up be horrible! He already had to deal with a Bomb a few days ago and he would rather have the heat comin' straight from that!
... actually, scratch that, no heat, period.
A young man draped in red was hanging around within the tournament grounds where he observed the two combatants in one of the few well-adorned arena's. The magi took a few steps forward, narrowly avoiding tripping over three children as he stood on one foot as if some sorta ninja. Once the trio of kids sprinted out of his way, he forced a smile as he uttered a "'scuse me," to one of the spectators as he leaned in to get a better view of the fight.
Leaning on the post, he watched as the two armored people came clashing in as he smirked, pausing to watch over how they flailed and launched themselves onto each other. He studied the duo as they continuously positioned themselves in different way, no different than of pieces on a strategy board. While the one wielding the spear had the vantage point in weapons, the young man noticed the skill in how he utilized the blade, constantly being the one to put pressure and close the distance... heh.
It didn't matter, as there was one thing separating em' from yours truly.
They are knights, he is a hero.
"Heh, nothin' but amateurs, the lot of em'. Easy pickin's for a Warrior of Light!" Heh, yeah, no matter who won this duel, there was no way they were gonna bust past this guy! After all, heroes always win, especially heroes who are the chosen heroes of the crystal of course!
The young magi closed his eyes as he played with his imagination, with some difficulty isolating himself through the talk of the commoners and festival-goers alike... but eventually, he did make it! After all, nothing was impossible, especially if it was performed by yours truly.
As if by magic, the whole world faded away around him, his signature sword drawn, pointed directly at the nondescript opponent before him. With that said, he revolved his head to a lovely maiden who looked suspiciously similar to the Princess of Thorne. The man gave her a wink and then suddenly she started...
... graugh, blast this heat for taking away his realistic daydream! His eyes instantly fluttered open in tandem with the sound of clanging metal. The red mage groaned as a few sweat droplets formed around his temples. Man, he would kill to either drive this humid weather away or cast Aero right now!
Brushing the liquid away with one fell swoop of his gloved hand, wiping the side of his pants as he went back to observing the fight, watching the spear-users weapon get kicked away as the man with the sword rushed him down...
After this battle... well, there was no time like the present and honestly speaking, he wasn't sure how long this fight would last. Uttering an excuse me or pardon me every few seconds, Blaike decided the best course of action was to head to the area where contenders were set to enter the arena... of course, that means there would be a large tent filled with injured fighters... and possibly some hot white magi in there... possibly an amazonian hottie as well, eheh...
Going against the tides of people that were constantly ebbing and flowing, he finally found much calmer shores upon identifying some guards stationed near a familiar tent. Of course, being the hero and the crystal's chosen, they were certain to recognize hi-
"Stop right thar, participants and white magi are only to be permitted beyond thees point; state yoor business."
Wha-, but, how could they not know that such a magnificent man such as himself was participating in this tournament (which he would obviously win in the end)? Well, guess it was up to him to inform the ignorant! Shooting his arm out, the hero immediately brought it straight back onto his chest, palm laying flat across the red garment. The younger of the two seemed to jump a little bit while the other, well... just didn't do anything except stare.
"My business? A magnificent specimen such as I is participating in this clash of power and grace, one who will rise to the top against the untempered competition, a-"
"I realleh wish y'all wouldn't wander 'round, makes it difficult to keep track'a who and what... name?"
Why, what a rude piece of work! Interrupting him mid-sentence, pah! How uncouth! Once the guard finished, he turned his head just a little to the right, lips curling downwards as he puffed up his chest, remarking with a slight hmph. "I am known far and wide, from the rolling foothills of Thorne to the moist forests of Dahlgren; grandson to a former hero of light, charmer across these two kingdoms," his other arm extended outwards at an angle as if plucking an apple from a lowly branch.
"I am the newest chosen by the crystal, Blaike Fremont," he boomed, rolling his protruded arms wrist in a circular fashion before snapping. The gruffer of the two was surprisingly unimpressed, scratching his behind as he let out a grunt. The much smaller one seemed to be eyeing the magi whilst gripping his blade.
My my, was he that imposing to this smaller folk? Probably it had to do with his affluent and yet so powerful aura! Returning to a much more comfy position, Blaike lowered both of his arms, pressing one against his hip as he tilted his head a little to the side.
"Oy, Seif', as' tha scribe t'see if he's on th' list of combatants," the gruffer one spoke up in his baritone voice, alerting his partner. While the young man was preparing to say something, his lip trembled as he looked between both men before shrugging and letting his hand off the blade.
"... awright sir, b'safe, I'll return in a jiffy!" With that said, the budding knight ran off, leaving the armored knight and flamboyant magi alone...
Well, guess he wanted to be the only one to bask in the light of the crystals chosen! Ha, he could understand the older mans plight and why he sent the youngling away! Trying to keep this moment all to himself... guess he was more refined than he s-
"So, yoor tha' one who is claimin' t'be one of the current warrior's 'f light."
... and more aware too. Mayhaps he had judged the knight too soon! "Of course my good man! It is more or less been a part of my blood for quite some time, though I will say the life of a hero is a difficult one," he nodded his head, letting out a sigh as he placed a hand onto his chest.
"Safeguarding the lives of others is a perilous task, as is monster hunting to ensure the roads remain safe for travelers and merchants alike, and the constant wave of false bearers dismissing my truthful discoveries, pah." Blaike spat the last portion out in disgust. The gruff guard just rolled his eyes, turning around briefly before returning his glazed gaze.
"Definitely coul'nt 'magine a laif like that..." The guard spoke in a lackadaisical manner, stifling a yawn as he continued interacting with the red draped guy. "So, w'th bein' a hero, guess ya got those fancy names, like lord or lady, I would say?"
"Aha, you mean accolades and titles my good man," his tone emanating a jovial nature as he raised a finger, smiling brightly at the plated guardian. Twirling his index around, he stared up into the clouds, appearing to be lost in thought.
"I've acquired a couple over the years... The Descendant of Light, The Wandering Magi-"
"The Delusional Red Farce."
Blaike heard what he murmured under his breath, pretending not to hear that. Inside, he was a mix of annoyance and disappointment after this whole conversation they had... eh, a miss this time...
"Yes, uhm, whatever you just said..."
In the next few moments, the other guard walked hurriedly towards his companion, returning to his post but not before addressing Blaike.
"You're on th' list Mr. Fremont, head into the tent. Some white mage's will call ya out where yer ready t'fight... so, uhm, g'luck."
A pleasant and expected result; of course someone as amazing as him was on the list of fighters, why wouldn't he be? Grasping the edge of his hat, he gave both fellows a light tip. "I 'ppreciate the thought, buuut I would say my opponent needs it more," he smirked, letting out a cocky smile as he gave thanks to the other for the small talk.
One step at a time, Blaike made his way past the guards, giving them little thought as he glanced at the tent, taking a swift right and brushed away the coverings and entered inside.
All that was left to do now was wait until they called him out. Of course, while the skirmished hadn't transpired, there was no way he was going to lose...
Heroes are the ones who always win after all.
