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| (2013-07-23 - Now) |
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| Reize Seatlan | Welcome to the coliseum. The entire atmosphere is filled with roaring fans awaiting a battle. The large round arena is surrounded by columns, with no ceiling and moving platforms that can change to different obstacles to suit the battle. The top of the area is where the fans are sitting, cheering and waiting. Everyone wants to see the next fight of the Novice Tournament. One of the competitors who is approaching the center is none other than Reize Seatlan, who had been knocked into the loser's bracket thanks to his fight against Avira. However, Reize made his way in to compete against the other competitors, taking them out. It had been something he has done on the side to get his skills sharpened. "Wahooo!" Reize brings both hands up, beaming happily. "This has been great so far!" The young boy starts rubbing his chin, a question mark popping over his head. "...Who is my next opponent?" |
| Violet | Violet had never fought for entertainment before, at least on this kind of scale. She had been /encouraged/ to do this by some members of the Shardseekers, however, as she steps out into the arena, she blinks her pale eyes against the bright light before she finally sees Reize. Her steps pause for a moment, hesitation flickering through her features while she moves forwards slowly. "Reize..." Reluctantly, Violet lifts a hand to touch the hilt of her sword. |
| Reize Seatlan | Now, Reize is pumped. He is squatting, bringing an arm down with a fist clenched. "I am pumped and ready to go!" He brings his hand into the air. He is cheerfully pleased with the turn of events. Reize is turning to face the direction of where his opponent approaches. He is ready! He'll take on all challengers! Oh hey, Anna is here. "Ooii, Violet!" The boy beams, then he scratches the back of his head, "What are you doing out here? I am supposed to be waiting for my opponent to arrive!" He rubs the back of his head, "I may have been beaten by Avira---" However, his determination roars to life through the eyes, "-- but I'll get out of the loser's bracket!" And she reaches for the hilt. It finally hits Reize. "...Wait, you're my opponent?" Sweatdrop. "... This is awkward." |
| Violet | Hesitation flickers through her features for a brief moment before Violet dips her chin with a small nod. "Seems like it." she says softly her pale eyes looking up at his. "I really don't want to hurt you though, Reize." And they've never fought before like this, not with weapons. Not even verbally that she can remember. Her hand tightens on the hilt for a short moment before she smoothly withdraws the sword from its hilt, the air frosting in the air in its wake from the motion. |
| Reize Seatlan | There is hesitation in Annalise and Reize can see that. He frowns at her, furrowing his eyebrows. While they have not fought either verbally or through combat, Reize just lifts his shoulders with a shrug. "Oii! Violet, just do your best! This is a tournament!" A grin forms as he looks her over, twirling the boomerangs in his hands. After preparing himself, he slides his right leg out and both boomerangs are positioned for guarding. "Let's think of this as a spar. We get to see our skills against each other first hand," He reassures her. "Okay?" |
| Violet | Reize is certainly optimistic about all of this. Naturally so. Though Violet wonders quietly if he's doing so to try to reassure her. "Yes, our best." she says softly. Closing her eyes, she concentrates as she whips the sword out in front of her with a flick of the wrist, creating more chilled frost through the air as it visibly grows along its length. She wanted to try her best. For him. |