Bruma stepped onto the stone slabs forming the fighting zone of the tournament, with the sound of her boots against the ground silenced by the overwhelming hollering and cheering of the audience around them in the stands. Her ears twitched to the tune of their bellowing which nearly made the woman in white want to walk off and do something else, but she was here for Marcello and the prize money. It would go a long way in supporting her little baker’s ambitions after all and besides, she knew fully well how her husband enjoyed hitting things for the fun of it.
“Over here… we have the damsel from Iceberg! Bruuuuuumaaaa!” the announcer shouted from the sideline with the aid of a magical bullhorn that caused his voice to boom. The audience, acting as one large hype man, cheered even louder at the announcement of her name despite the fact they had never even heard of her up until this point. “And here comes the big man himself, all the way from the other side of Fiore! The Raaaaabid Wrestler!” With that announcement, a large man who must have stood at 6’5” wandered onto the same floor of stone as Bruma. He was packed with muscles, though, certainly not in the attractive sense and he even wore a mask. Bruma could not help but think he looked ridiculous, but this was meant to be something of an amateur circuit after all.
The announcer commenced the battle with, “Begin,” and the Rabid Wrestler hulked his way slowly at the woman with a cocksure smile. Bruma, meanwhile, made the first actual attempt as she whisked her hand out to her side with outstretched fingers. A magical, cyan seal appeared at her side and as she slid her fingers toward the man, a snowball emerged and went flying at her opponent. It burst upon hitting the man but didn’t seem to phase him, though, the snow itself clung to his body. The Rabid Wrestler merely snickered and slowly continued to waddle his way toward her as if offering her another chance, which she graciously took. She performed the same hand motion and created another magical seal in the same spot, this time producing an arrow made of ice that flung out at the man and went straight into his arm.
The man yelped, apparently surprised by the effectiveness of her move and immediately picked up the pace to a degree somewhat faster than Bruma anticipated. The large brute took a swing as soon as he reached her and in a strange turn of events, the woman lunged to her left but the man’s punch had already sent his body weight tumbling forward. He fell right off the metal slab that formed the fighting ring and with that, the announcer shouted, “And that’s a disqualification! Bruma is our winner for this round!”
WC: 478
WC Total: 478/500
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