Moving at his own pace with observers running past him hoping to get a seat, Kon reached the bridge to the rock being blocked by two guards, one on either side of the bridge. “Halt!, Tournament is full of onlookers.” Staring at the two with a stoney face, Kon uttered with the same bravado as a former nobility. “My name is Konstantin Sokolov, I am not an onlooker, rather a participant, either let me in or your boss will have your ears.” The threat was not unwarranted in the slightest and certainly was enough for them to grant him access. Crossing the creaky bridge, Kon clutched the thick rope with his right hand while holding onto his sword with the other hand. Weighing a staggering amount despite his size, Kon could feel the tired, old crossing strain and groan. It was only after he crossed it, he felt comfortable to breathe freely once again. Exhaling the held breath, kon recognised a newly constructed building on top of the rock. “Huh change rooms I guess?, I suppose I’ll use that from now on…” Avoiding both the guards and the bridge would certainly be in his interest, death by falling would be a disappointing ending for someone so well renowned. With that bookmarked however, Kon went on to find the organiser to slot him in. In the past it had been a stout, pimply man who could be mistaken for a dwarf only lacking the beard. Now though Kon greeted an almost pixie sized spirit that was struggling with their clipboard. “So who can I fight?” Blunt, straight to the point, Kon wanted to get fighting and avoid all of the paperwork that came with these fights. With a sharp squeak obviously shocked by his appearance, the spirit bowed multiple times before shuttering out. “Well…Well, you can fight everyone if you want, as long as you can keep it up and they are still standing, ho ho ho ho.”
672/1500
(20% from Guild Level 3, 20% from Hermit Tarot)