Post by Ark Ghiest on Jan 30, 2013 22:13:21 GMT -5
“Tournament of the Gifted Youth”
That was what the sign read over the entrance to the arena. Humans with higher power levels weren’t as uncommon as they used to be, and so different tournaments were held throughout the world, the World Tournament not the only one anymore. This particular tournament was not one open to anyone in the world, but the region, the region of Ark’s birth a rather large one. It wasn’t the biggest of places, but it could probably hold close to two thousand people if every seat was actually filled. The tournament was a bracket style tournament for those between the ages of sixteen and twenty with the winner of each match advancing to the next round until there was a champion. Ark had been told there was a cash prize for the winner, but in all honesty that wasn’t what he was looking to get out of it. Although he would avoid a real fight if he could, the human loved competitive matches against others; it was a way to prove ones skill in a friendly environment.
Walking in through the doors Ark couldn’t help but look up at them, their sheer size impressive to the young man. Next to him strode his father Owin, the one who had actually signed him up for it, since he was in fact still a minor. Grinning over at his father it was obvious that he was excited, glad indeed his father had found out about this.
“Thanks for signing me up for this pops, but I make no promises about how far I might get.”
Owin would roll his eyes some. “You know winning isn’t everything Ark, just do your best and make sure to enjoy yourself, you are bound to meet some talented fighters here.”
“You are right Father, I hope I see some techniques I have not seen before, would make it very interesting.”
"Always expect the unexpected Ark, and make sure to never under estimate your opponent, you know that as well.”
Nodding some Ark would glance around before catching a glimpse of the registration table, heading over towards it to sigh in. The chubby man behind the table would ask him his name and age before searching through the thirty-two names on the list to find his and check it off. “Welcome Sir, please take a look at the chart, the names have already been drawn for the first round, find out your time and opponent”
Stepping away from the registration table Ark and his father would take a look at the match chart. There were plenty of names on the board, thirty –two to be exact. Looking over the names Ark would find his name on the right side of the bracket, in the third pair down. Next to his name was the name of his opponent, Bisk Stoutmire. That name like the rest on the board meant nothing to the human, but that was fine with him. In fact he didn’t plan to watch any of the other matches. Many thought it a wise idea to get as much information on your opponents before hand, but Ark wanted a fair fight from the get go, he wanted a true test of his abilities.
“Well it looks like my match isn’t for another couple of hours, should we go check into the room?” The tournament was stretched over five days, each of the five rounds taking up a day. Because of this all of the fighters and those accompanying them had been offered a room within the arena to use as temporary living spaces.
With his father in tow Ark would saunter over towards the designated living area, leaving the main floor of the arena to find the room number they had been assigned. Room 10..11…12…13…wait 13? That couldn’t be a good sign could it? Shrugging Ark shoves the door open to the small room, tossing his pack on one of the two beds within. It was a simply room for sure, but he would only be sleeping in it anyway. Looking back to his father he would offer a small smirk* “It seems they spared no expense.”
"It will be a place to sleep, nothing more. Do you need to get ready at all or do you want some time to meditate?” The older of the two would sit down on his bed, rubbing his hands along the thin black goatee he now wore, almost as if he was thinking, but it was more of an old habit from when he had a longer beard. Ark was slimmer than his father, but their facial features were close, except for Ark’s purple eyes.
“It is probably best that I meditate for a while, really get myself focused before my first match.” The lean human would hop up onto his bed, tucking his legs up under him so that he could get into position. Resting his palms on his knees he would straighten up and take in a deep breath, trying to find that place inside of him, that calm, relaxing place. For the next two full hours the young Ghiest would be in his trance, focusing and remembering the training he had over his short life so that he could compete at his best. Having lost track of time he would be startled by a tap on his shoulder, his eye slowly opening to see his father looking down at him*
“Your match starts in fifteen minutes you know?” Owin would be standing with his burly arms crossed over his chest, the man having spent most of his life working for a living, part of the reason Ark had grown up with so much discipline. In the Ghiest house nothing was taken for granted, and one was not afraid to work hard to achieve what they wanted.
“Yeah, yeah I am aware.” An obvious lie, but he wasn’t about to admit that he had lost track of time. Sliding off the bed he would get into his fighting attire, putting on his customary black jacket before rolling his neck once. Even if he lost during the first round this was going to be an interesting tournament, Ark could hardly wait.
Dressed in the attire he would wear for the match Ark and his father would exit the temporary living quarters to head back towards the main floor of the arena. There would be a number of individuals in the halls, a good number of them staff, but a couple others that Ark guessed were fighters in the tournament, able to tell their power levels were above the average human. All they passed were making their way into the complex though, so none of them could be the fighter he was about to find himself against.
Making it to the main floor Owin would give his son a pat on the shoulder before walking off to the side to find a seat, leaving Ark to his match. “Do your best son, I have faith in you.”
With a slight nod the young man would head out towards the floor, staying off to the side still as the attendants finish clearing up the platform from the last fight. The arenas for such tournaments had come a long way since their original construction. Originally they were simple squares, about 50 yards across, with a crowd around them, but with the introduction of Ki based attacks, and blasts in particular steps had been made to contain any stray shots from striking the spectators. At the four corners of the platform, several yards away from the actually platform itself, stood four towers. Although you couldn’t see it there was a field generated between the pillars that could absorb and redirect Ki right into the stadium. It was based off the technology sometimes fond on androids that allowed them to absorb a targets Ki.
Stretching out some Ark would wait patiently for the match to be start, looking around at the assembled crowd as he did. The arena was full, all two thousand seats having a body in them. Again it wasn’t the biggest tournament in the world, but it did draw a lot of the locals and families of the fighters. Scanning the edge closest to him he would spot a young woman looking at him. When their eyes meet she would smile some then look away. Interesting… but he would have to look into that a little later, the announcer was starting.
“Match Twenty is next. Would Ark Ghiest and Bisk Stoutmire please make their way to the arena floor and prepare yourselves, Ark Ghiest will start on the white side while Bisk Stoutmire will start on the red.” *Ark was glad for the simple introduction; he couldn’t stand the announcers that played it up, drawing out these long introductions to make everything seem more exaggerated. This was a tournament of skill and that is what the people had come to see, not some theatrical show. Making his way up onto his respective side Ark would look across the ring to see his opponent his eyes going wide when he does. Bisk had to be at least 6’5, and about as thick as a tree. At only 5’10 and rather lean the human considered himself decently fit, but this man was a mountain of an individual. Bisk was shirtless, his broad muscled chest looking about as solid as an oak tree.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Ark would mumble under his breath. Size wasn’t everything and the smallest man could be as strong as any, but still the sheer size of this man was a bit intimidating. Not letting his unease show Ark would take his position in his starting square as the announcer came back over the loud speakers.
“Once the fight begins it will continue until a fighter yields or is thrown from the platform. There are no limits on what techniques you might use except that Bukujutsu is not allowed. If you both agree and understand pay your respects to each other and the match will commence”
Looking to the large man Ark would drop into a bow, Bisk doing the same. Once both were straight once more the buzzer would go off, signaling the start of the match. Ark himself would start out of his square cautiously starting to circle some at the larger man would stalk out towards the center of the platform. Once in the center of the ring the larger of the fighters would follow Ark with his eyes, seeming to be waiting for him to come towards him. Hopefully this meant that his specialty was close combat, his size only backing that theory up. The downside was that it would be all that much harder to move the large man from the center of the square to the outside, not thinking he would get Bisk to yield.
With a sigh of resignation Ark would start towards his hulking opponent, not really sure how to go at the man. Again Ark would make an assumption about his opponent, but one that he needed to test. Judging by the man’s size he was possibly a bit on the slower side, something that could play to the smaller fighter’s advantage. Closing the distance to about five yards Ark would then burst into motion, sprinting as fast as he could towards the man. Lunging in the last couple of feet he drives his fist in towards the man’s abdomen, slamming his fist hard…right into what felt like rock. He must have had a barrier up, that couldn’t just be muscle. Knowing he couldn’t stay this close to the man he would duck, feeling a swish of air over his head as he does, no doubt the man’s large fist. Dropping back he would tucking into a backwards roll and hop backwards. Bisk would press the advantage now that his opponent was backing up, his long powerful strides easily pacing Ark’s roll.
In would come a giant right fist aimed for Ark’s head. Not able to duck out of the way this time the sixteen year old brings both his arms up to absorb the blow, a barrier around his body as well to help prevent it. Still the impact would have him stumbling backwards and on came Bisk. The man’s lefts and rights would be slow, but Ark had to make sure that none of them were even glancing unless it was off his arms, the powerful strikes something he could not take more than a couple of hits from.
This was not what Ark had planned. He had originally planned to keep himself moving around the larger fighter in order to keep him off balance and wear his stamina down, Ark himself had great stamina. As it was now Ark was already being back up towards the edge of the arena, his opponents long strides not allowing him the opportunity to side step and get out of the man’s path. Suddenly Bisk would change up his attack pattern, his right leg snapping up to catch Ark in the side. That was the chance the leaner one needed. Twisting Ark would jump away from the kick, quick enough so that it only clips his legs as he dives. That alone though would have him tumbling awkwardly in the roll.
Instead of hopping back to his feet after the roll he would find himself stumbling along after he comes back up, barely able to maintain his balance as he does. Balance, that gave Ark an idea. Glancing over his shoulder he could see Bisk was already after him again, still shocked at the big man’s speed, but then again it was probably just his long gate that was allowing him to stay with his quicker opponent. Stumbling along, making it look like he was a little more off balance then he really was. Ark would have to get close to the edge of the platform for his plan to work, but he felt that was his only real chance against him. Running full out towards the edge he knew Bisk was behind him and he would have to be quick once he got towards the end of the platform.
Towards the edge Ark would spin to face his pursuer, the big man running right for him. Seeing him cock back his fist Ark would hold off as he gets closer before ducking down and diving in low, aiming to slip past the man’s legs as he got close. To many it might look as if Ark was hoping Bisk would stumble off the edge, but he knew the big man would be able to stop his momentum short of that. So once he dove past his opponent he would catch himself with his hands and tuck his legs in then shove off the ground to drive both his feet into the solid chest of the other fighter. The force of the blow would get Bisk to stagger back one step, but not enough to knocking him the couple of more feet off the platform.
Knowing he would need to do more than that Ark would tuck his legs again after the kick and land in a crouch in front of Bisk. Seeing the big man already starting to recover the he would spin and grab for his legs, reaching around to place his palms near the back of Bisk’s knees. Slapping his hands against them he would use his Force Palm technique to blast Ki from his hands, half buckling the man’s large legs. Still it would not be enough as the muscles in Bisk’s legs start to tighten to stop him from toppling. Knowing this was his best chance Ark would jump up on front of the man so that he was high enough to drive both of his palms into his chest. Again using his Force Palm technique he would blast Ki into his broad chest, not doing much damage, but hitting with enough force to knock his opponent backwards.
A satisfied grin would form on his face as Bisk was too far back now to right himself and he would soon be out of the fighting area on his back. Ark should have been more focus on his opponent though, knowing anyone in this tournament wouldn’t give up until they were completely eliminated. The big man’s hands come forward since he can no longer stop himself from falling as they grab onto Ark’s sides. Since bukujutsu was not allowed neither one of them could use it to save themselves.
As they both topple out of the ring Ark could only curse himself for not having gotten caught in the strong grip of his opponent. Luckily for him gravity was not on Bisk’s side and their positioning would have the big man hit the ground outside the fighting area first and have Ark slamming down on top of him, the announcer coming over the loud speaker.
“The winner of match twenty, by elimination, Ark Ghiest.”
Rolling off of Bisk the smaller fighter would hop up to his feet, before reaching a hand down to his opponent. The others hand would envelop Arks as he takes a hold and gets to his feet, Ark offer a small shrug to the bigger man.
“Sorry… but really wasn’t sure of any other way I could beat you.”
“No apology needed small fry, you can hit harder than I thought. Good luck in your next match.” Bisk would slap Ark on the shoulder and with his barrier no longer up the friendly gesture would have him stumbling a couple of steps as Bisk turns to walk away.
Rolling his shoulder some Ark would head over towards where he had seen his father taking his seat. Owin was already up from his seat though and had moved down to lean on the railing. The older Ghiest had a small smirk on his face as Ark approached.
“Clever strategy… let me guess your original strike didn’t even phase the fellow?" He would let out a small chuckle at that, having seen for himself that the big man hadn’t even seemed to flinch from Arks first strike to his abdomen.
“You got that right, it was like hitting a very muscular rock. I think he may have bruised my shoulder when he wished me well on my next match. Care to go get some food since my next fight won’t be until the next round?”
With a nod Owin would hop over the rail and down to the floor as the two head off to get some food. Each day was one round of the tournament and once you finished your match for the day you were free to go. Little did Ark know that the female that had been watching him before had also watched his match and was now watching him go, a small little smile on her face. With the first round out of the way Ark wouldn’t return to the arena floor until the following day.
(Pl please, whenever you can get around to it
)
That was what the sign read over the entrance to the arena. Humans with higher power levels weren’t as uncommon as they used to be, and so different tournaments were held throughout the world, the World Tournament not the only one anymore. This particular tournament was not one open to anyone in the world, but the region, the region of Ark’s birth a rather large one. It wasn’t the biggest of places, but it could probably hold close to two thousand people if every seat was actually filled. The tournament was a bracket style tournament for those between the ages of sixteen and twenty with the winner of each match advancing to the next round until there was a champion. Ark had been told there was a cash prize for the winner, but in all honesty that wasn’t what he was looking to get out of it. Although he would avoid a real fight if he could, the human loved competitive matches against others; it was a way to prove ones skill in a friendly environment.
Walking in through the doors Ark couldn’t help but look up at them, their sheer size impressive to the young man. Next to him strode his father Owin, the one who had actually signed him up for it, since he was in fact still a minor. Grinning over at his father it was obvious that he was excited, glad indeed his father had found out about this.
“Thanks for signing me up for this pops, but I make no promises about how far I might get.”
Owin would roll his eyes some. “You know winning isn’t everything Ark, just do your best and make sure to enjoy yourself, you are bound to meet some talented fighters here.”
“You are right Father, I hope I see some techniques I have not seen before, would make it very interesting.”
"Always expect the unexpected Ark, and make sure to never under estimate your opponent, you know that as well.”
Nodding some Ark would glance around before catching a glimpse of the registration table, heading over towards it to sigh in. The chubby man behind the table would ask him his name and age before searching through the thirty-two names on the list to find his and check it off. “Welcome Sir, please take a look at the chart, the names have already been drawn for the first round, find out your time and opponent”
Stepping away from the registration table Ark and his father would take a look at the match chart. There were plenty of names on the board, thirty –two to be exact. Looking over the names Ark would find his name on the right side of the bracket, in the third pair down. Next to his name was the name of his opponent, Bisk Stoutmire. That name like the rest on the board meant nothing to the human, but that was fine with him. In fact he didn’t plan to watch any of the other matches. Many thought it a wise idea to get as much information on your opponents before hand, but Ark wanted a fair fight from the get go, he wanted a true test of his abilities.
“Well it looks like my match isn’t for another couple of hours, should we go check into the room?” The tournament was stretched over five days, each of the five rounds taking up a day. Because of this all of the fighters and those accompanying them had been offered a room within the arena to use as temporary living spaces.
With his father in tow Ark would saunter over towards the designated living area, leaving the main floor of the arena to find the room number they had been assigned. Room 10..11…12…13…wait 13? That couldn’t be a good sign could it? Shrugging Ark shoves the door open to the small room, tossing his pack on one of the two beds within. It was a simply room for sure, but he would only be sleeping in it anyway. Looking back to his father he would offer a small smirk* “It seems they spared no expense.”
"It will be a place to sleep, nothing more. Do you need to get ready at all or do you want some time to meditate?” The older of the two would sit down on his bed, rubbing his hands along the thin black goatee he now wore, almost as if he was thinking, but it was more of an old habit from when he had a longer beard. Ark was slimmer than his father, but their facial features were close, except for Ark’s purple eyes.
“It is probably best that I meditate for a while, really get myself focused before my first match.” The lean human would hop up onto his bed, tucking his legs up under him so that he could get into position. Resting his palms on his knees he would straighten up and take in a deep breath, trying to find that place inside of him, that calm, relaxing place. For the next two full hours the young Ghiest would be in his trance, focusing and remembering the training he had over his short life so that he could compete at his best. Having lost track of time he would be startled by a tap on his shoulder, his eye slowly opening to see his father looking down at him*
“Your match starts in fifteen minutes you know?” Owin would be standing with his burly arms crossed over his chest, the man having spent most of his life working for a living, part of the reason Ark had grown up with so much discipline. In the Ghiest house nothing was taken for granted, and one was not afraid to work hard to achieve what they wanted.
“Yeah, yeah I am aware.” An obvious lie, but he wasn’t about to admit that he had lost track of time. Sliding off the bed he would get into his fighting attire, putting on his customary black jacket before rolling his neck once. Even if he lost during the first round this was going to be an interesting tournament, Ark could hardly wait.
Dressed in the attire he would wear for the match Ark and his father would exit the temporary living quarters to head back towards the main floor of the arena. There would be a number of individuals in the halls, a good number of them staff, but a couple others that Ark guessed were fighters in the tournament, able to tell their power levels were above the average human. All they passed were making their way into the complex though, so none of them could be the fighter he was about to find himself against.
Making it to the main floor Owin would give his son a pat on the shoulder before walking off to the side to find a seat, leaving Ark to his match. “Do your best son, I have faith in you.”
With a slight nod the young man would head out towards the floor, staying off to the side still as the attendants finish clearing up the platform from the last fight. The arenas for such tournaments had come a long way since their original construction. Originally they were simple squares, about 50 yards across, with a crowd around them, but with the introduction of Ki based attacks, and blasts in particular steps had been made to contain any stray shots from striking the spectators. At the four corners of the platform, several yards away from the actually platform itself, stood four towers. Although you couldn’t see it there was a field generated between the pillars that could absorb and redirect Ki right into the stadium. It was based off the technology sometimes fond on androids that allowed them to absorb a targets Ki.
Stretching out some Ark would wait patiently for the match to be start, looking around at the assembled crowd as he did. The arena was full, all two thousand seats having a body in them. Again it wasn’t the biggest tournament in the world, but it did draw a lot of the locals and families of the fighters. Scanning the edge closest to him he would spot a young woman looking at him. When their eyes meet she would smile some then look away. Interesting… but he would have to look into that a little later, the announcer was starting.
“Match Twenty is next. Would Ark Ghiest and Bisk Stoutmire please make their way to the arena floor and prepare yourselves, Ark Ghiest will start on the white side while Bisk Stoutmire will start on the red.” *Ark was glad for the simple introduction; he couldn’t stand the announcers that played it up, drawing out these long introductions to make everything seem more exaggerated. This was a tournament of skill and that is what the people had come to see, not some theatrical show. Making his way up onto his respective side Ark would look across the ring to see his opponent his eyes going wide when he does. Bisk had to be at least 6’5, and about as thick as a tree. At only 5’10 and rather lean the human considered himself decently fit, but this man was a mountain of an individual. Bisk was shirtless, his broad muscled chest looking about as solid as an oak tree.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Ark would mumble under his breath. Size wasn’t everything and the smallest man could be as strong as any, but still the sheer size of this man was a bit intimidating. Not letting his unease show Ark would take his position in his starting square as the announcer came back over the loud speakers.
“Once the fight begins it will continue until a fighter yields or is thrown from the platform. There are no limits on what techniques you might use except that Bukujutsu is not allowed. If you both agree and understand pay your respects to each other and the match will commence”
Looking to the large man Ark would drop into a bow, Bisk doing the same. Once both were straight once more the buzzer would go off, signaling the start of the match. Ark himself would start out of his square cautiously starting to circle some at the larger man would stalk out towards the center of the platform. Once in the center of the ring the larger of the fighters would follow Ark with his eyes, seeming to be waiting for him to come towards him. Hopefully this meant that his specialty was close combat, his size only backing that theory up. The downside was that it would be all that much harder to move the large man from the center of the square to the outside, not thinking he would get Bisk to yield.
With a sigh of resignation Ark would start towards his hulking opponent, not really sure how to go at the man. Again Ark would make an assumption about his opponent, but one that he needed to test. Judging by the man’s size he was possibly a bit on the slower side, something that could play to the smaller fighter’s advantage. Closing the distance to about five yards Ark would then burst into motion, sprinting as fast as he could towards the man. Lunging in the last couple of feet he drives his fist in towards the man’s abdomen, slamming his fist hard…right into what felt like rock. He must have had a barrier up, that couldn’t just be muscle. Knowing he couldn’t stay this close to the man he would duck, feeling a swish of air over his head as he does, no doubt the man’s large fist. Dropping back he would tucking into a backwards roll and hop backwards. Bisk would press the advantage now that his opponent was backing up, his long powerful strides easily pacing Ark’s roll.
In would come a giant right fist aimed for Ark’s head. Not able to duck out of the way this time the sixteen year old brings both his arms up to absorb the blow, a barrier around his body as well to help prevent it. Still the impact would have him stumbling backwards and on came Bisk. The man’s lefts and rights would be slow, but Ark had to make sure that none of them were even glancing unless it was off his arms, the powerful strikes something he could not take more than a couple of hits from.
This was not what Ark had planned. He had originally planned to keep himself moving around the larger fighter in order to keep him off balance and wear his stamina down, Ark himself had great stamina. As it was now Ark was already being back up towards the edge of the arena, his opponents long strides not allowing him the opportunity to side step and get out of the man’s path. Suddenly Bisk would change up his attack pattern, his right leg snapping up to catch Ark in the side. That was the chance the leaner one needed. Twisting Ark would jump away from the kick, quick enough so that it only clips his legs as he dives. That alone though would have him tumbling awkwardly in the roll.
Instead of hopping back to his feet after the roll he would find himself stumbling along after he comes back up, barely able to maintain his balance as he does. Balance, that gave Ark an idea. Glancing over his shoulder he could see Bisk was already after him again, still shocked at the big man’s speed, but then again it was probably just his long gate that was allowing him to stay with his quicker opponent. Stumbling along, making it look like he was a little more off balance then he really was. Ark would have to get close to the edge of the platform for his plan to work, but he felt that was his only real chance against him. Running full out towards the edge he knew Bisk was behind him and he would have to be quick once he got towards the end of the platform.
Towards the edge Ark would spin to face his pursuer, the big man running right for him. Seeing him cock back his fist Ark would hold off as he gets closer before ducking down and diving in low, aiming to slip past the man’s legs as he got close. To many it might look as if Ark was hoping Bisk would stumble off the edge, but he knew the big man would be able to stop his momentum short of that. So once he dove past his opponent he would catch himself with his hands and tuck his legs in then shove off the ground to drive both his feet into the solid chest of the other fighter. The force of the blow would get Bisk to stagger back one step, but not enough to knocking him the couple of more feet off the platform.
Knowing he would need to do more than that Ark would tuck his legs again after the kick and land in a crouch in front of Bisk. Seeing the big man already starting to recover the he would spin and grab for his legs, reaching around to place his palms near the back of Bisk’s knees. Slapping his hands against them he would use his Force Palm technique to blast Ki from his hands, half buckling the man’s large legs. Still it would not be enough as the muscles in Bisk’s legs start to tighten to stop him from toppling. Knowing this was his best chance Ark would jump up on front of the man so that he was high enough to drive both of his palms into his chest. Again using his Force Palm technique he would blast Ki into his broad chest, not doing much damage, but hitting with enough force to knock his opponent backwards.
A satisfied grin would form on his face as Bisk was too far back now to right himself and he would soon be out of the fighting area on his back. Ark should have been more focus on his opponent though, knowing anyone in this tournament wouldn’t give up until they were completely eliminated. The big man’s hands come forward since he can no longer stop himself from falling as they grab onto Ark’s sides. Since bukujutsu was not allowed neither one of them could use it to save themselves.
As they both topple out of the ring Ark could only curse himself for not having gotten caught in the strong grip of his opponent. Luckily for him gravity was not on Bisk’s side and their positioning would have the big man hit the ground outside the fighting area first and have Ark slamming down on top of him, the announcer coming over the loud speaker.
“The winner of match twenty, by elimination, Ark Ghiest.”
Rolling off of Bisk the smaller fighter would hop up to his feet, before reaching a hand down to his opponent. The others hand would envelop Arks as he takes a hold and gets to his feet, Ark offer a small shrug to the bigger man.
“Sorry… but really wasn’t sure of any other way I could beat you.”
“No apology needed small fry, you can hit harder than I thought. Good luck in your next match.” Bisk would slap Ark on the shoulder and with his barrier no longer up the friendly gesture would have him stumbling a couple of steps as Bisk turns to walk away.
Rolling his shoulder some Ark would head over towards where he had seen his father taking his seat. Owin was already up from his seat though and had moved down to lean on the railing. The older Ghiest had a small smirk on his face as Ark approached.
“Clever strategy… let me guess your original strike didn’t even phase the fellow?" He would let out a small chuckle at that, having seen for himself that the big man hadn’t even seemed to flinch from Arks first strike to his abdomen.
“You got that right, it was like hitting a very muscular rock. I think he may have bruised my shoulder when he wished me well on my next match. Care to go get some food since my next fight won’t be until the next round?”
With a nod Owin would hop over the rail and down to the floor as the two head off to get some food. Each day was one round of the tournament and once you finished your match for the day you were free to go. Little did Ark know that the female that had been watching him before had also watched his match and was now watching him go, a small little smile on her face. With the first round out of the way Ark wouldn’t return to the arena floor until the following day.
(Pl please, whenever you can get around to it
)