Tournament Arc II [Quest: Nathaniel]
Tue Mar 01, 2022 3:25 am
Tue Mar 01, 2022 3:36 am
The tournament was dull for him, he didn't even use much magic or physical might to fight off any of his assailants. Maybe the outdoor arena gave him an edge since it was still cold as heck outside, but the winter weather would soon be fading, maybe they'd have a better chance then. Most of the day was spent working his way up the ladder to his final opponent, but the end was in sight, he was simply waiting on the announcer to make the call and allow him the opportunity to smash this guy into oblivion.
Fri Mar 04, 2022 12:51 pm
"Training definitely paying off, huh?" He teased, the grin on his face noting his excitement to reengage an old opponent. The male was clearly in search of every avenue he could find to measure his strength in relation to his environment, there was no hostility but his new drive to fight and improve was definitely pushing him to take on more and more exciting tasks. The cold wind clawed at his skin beneath his cloak, his glance unphased, well until the announcer called in noting he was no longer allowed to use his sword in the fight.
Fri Mar 04, 2022 12:51 pm
Fri Mar 04, 2022 1:23 pm
Nathaniel approached aiming to help the man back onto his feet, only to be met by a hand full of sand, blinding the young mage as he jumped backwards, creating distance from his and his opponent as he struggled to find his bearings.
Fri Mar 04, 2022 1:37 pm
Fri Mar 04, 2022 1:51 pm
The crowd had been quiet since Nathaniel had become blinded, but the display of right hands from the wolf only pushed the audience into the depth of silence. Nathaniel couldn't tell, but he could feel the man becoming softer, limp under every hand, letting go and while not seeing it, feeling the liquid that ran down his hand. He was mad, not evil or malicious, but he did not or could not condone the way the man approached what was meant to be an honest fight. Nathaniel was sat down by the announcer, his eyes still shut as they tried to splash water into them and help him reclaim his lost sense.
Fri Mar 04, 2022 2:07 pm
Nathaniel still could not see him, the man had added a set of brace knuckles to his hands and the metallic objects cut through the skin just under Nat's eye like butter. The crimson fluid rolled in droplets down his cheek, as if he was crying crimson tears as he felt the man fall lifelessly off his sword. Kicking his foot forward a bit, he felt around for snow, resting his blade in the white mixture and allowing his actions to dye it red, cleaning his sword before leaving it in the snow as physicians ran about, picking up both the man's body and patching up Nathaniel, silence still sitting heavily upon the tournament grounds.
Quest complete!
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