On their way to the arena, Obasi received numerous stares. Most were in disbelief that someone so young would take part in a tournament where brutality reigned. No doubt they thought Zexion was the older of the two. Even though Obasi was an adult of twenty years, his height and youthful looks said otherwise. Despite his plight, he’d learned to deal with it. He still couldn’t help correcting people who misidentified his age, but otherwise, he’d gotten over it. The challenge ahead was more harrowing to him anyway. In his mind, he constructed foes of incredible might armed with magics he’d never heard of. Warriors of herculean might would undoubtedly have entered this tournament in search of glory. But as he looked at the people also walking onto the grounds, they looked very disappointing indeed. They were warriors, sure, but weak ones that he could have knocked out himself. Were these really the competitors he was expected to fight? He asked himself. Zexion was his usually excitable self, but he was otherwise unphased. He just seemed happy to be there could crack some skulls. Not that Obasi blamed him. The lad might have been lazy, but Obasi loved combat.
When they entered the arena, his hunger for knowledge was satiated. Before them lay A concreate ring upon which the other participants stood. Six in all, they looked to be a mix of adventurer and mage. Two of them, a young man and woman, were dressed in drab finery. They both wore shabby old black mage robes with a dark gray cowl. Fiery illumination escaping the man’s fingers, told Obasi he was a fire mage. While the sparks making a frequent exodus from his female counterpart’s palms spoke of her talents. The other three were an assortment of adventures, all dressed in worn but still formidable gear. Undoubtedly, Zexion’s testicular fortitude would direct him to the final figure. A man about Obasi’s age, he was encased in gold and radiated confidence. “That’s the guy,” Obasi said to no one in particular. Zex must have felt the seriousness of the situation, because shortly after they arrived in the ring, he turned to the octo-lad. He conveyed his concerns about their safety and how they might to die to Obasi. “Shouldn’t I be telling you this?’ Obasi quipped, but let it go knowing that Zex was trying to look out for him.
The ringing of the bell heralded the beginning of the match. With great haste, Zexion ran off, leaving Obasi to face his fellow spellcasters. The fire mage did battle with one of the adventurers whilst he faced off against the thunder mage. “You are going to die, little boy.” Her voice was full of disdain at the idea of having to fight a child. “I am going to make you choke on those words, lady,” Obasi muttered to himself. Instantly he deployed a shield, a narrow wall of darkness that, while stationary, would defend him. And he was right as the ball of electricity that collided with it was destroyed along with the aegis itself. After narrowly defending against her attack, he thought fast. With her spell momentarily nulled, he readied an assault of his own. The familiar undulating tentacles flew at her mouth, silencing her before she could react. Not one, but three slime-slicked tendrils poured down her throat, choking her.
Looking over at the other mage, a thought blossomed in his brain as to how he’d win this. The spell that currently occupied her throat dissolved, allowing the woman to breathe. Stunned for a time, the mage could only clasp her chest as she attempted to recover. Thinking quickly, Obasi readied another spell before attempting a risky gambit, but first, he summoned his shadow tendrils in preparation. “Hey, asshole!” Obasi yelled at the fire mage who had just repelled the adventurer. “How dare you speak to me that way, you ill-mannered child!” When Obasi saw the beginning signs of a magic circle form before the wizard’s fingers, he grappled the woman with his shadow appendages before tossing her into the other mage. Both were subsequently rendered unconscious, but Obasi was narrowly hit by an attack if not for Zexion. “Thanks, Zex,” He said before imbuing him with a strength buff. “Remember, don’t kill the brat.” He winked at Zexion.
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