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Chapter 4
With the warmth spreading over him, he walked idly out of the meal room and
into the main lobby once again. The crowd had grown tremendous in size, almost to the
point of which he couldn’t even break through. But after a few minutes of tough
determination, he finally got to the stairs leading up to his room. He changed out of the
shabby clothing he was wearing and into his fighters uniform. He walked over to the
other side of the room, then removed it’s sword from the rack it so proudly was displayed
on. He looked at the sword, his father’s sword, and smiled with admiration. It was a solid
great sword, sturdier then the solidest rock, forged out of obsidian and silver, and cut
through air like a knife. He had made sure to keep the sword in pristine condition, making
sure it was sharpened after every battle. Only few weapons could make a scratch on it, let
alone compete with it. He picked up the sword and put it in the sheath on his back. He
walked over to the door, but just as he was about to exit, he went into the bathroom and
styled his hair. If she spots me there, I at least got to look my best he thought to himself.
And with that he headed on his way to the stadium.
Thunderous is the only expression he could find in his mind to describe the
feeling of the stadium when he first entered onto the field. Everyone was hyped up for the
spectacular match that was about to take place. He walked across the field to the main
fighting platform and took his place along with the other fighters. Most of the fighters
were actually bigger then he was, and way more intimidating then he looked. But size
isn’t everything.
“Ladies and Gentlemen.” A voice boomed over the stadium. “I am proud to
present you with the 35th Annual Interstellar Fighting Championship!” The crowds voices
raised even higher and louder, if that was even conceivable to him at the moment. “In a
moment, these wonderful fighters will duke it out, right here before your very eyes, and
go for the biggest title ever in fighting history!.” The crowd roared with excitement. The
fighters began to move around, sucking in the crowds excitement. Organized chaos, quite
an interesting concept. “We will now display the fighting match ups on the screen in the
north area of the stadium. Fighters, please direct your attention to that area.” Everyone
looked in the direction of the screen to see who was going to be fighting who. The match
up chart popped up with all 150 fighters at the bottom, matched up with what was
considered a worthy opponent for each fighters skill level. Surprisingly, he found himself
in the 4th match line up. Pretty good for a unheard of fighter he thought. Looks like they
did some research on my background.
“Will the first two contestants step up here onto the platform with me?” the fight
coordinator said. Two big bulky men with giant weapons stepped forward onto the platform. Looks like this first fight’s going to be quite interesting. “Would you please face
each other.” They both complied.
“Ready.”
This is it……
‘GO!” Immediately after the words had just escaped his mouth, both were already
at each others throats, swords unsheathed and fighting hard to keep the other way. They
both moved at lightning speed, so fast that it’d be a miracle if half the crowd could see
what was happening. He could barely see it himself with his expert eyesight. Both were
now up in the air, swords clashing at amazing speeds, sparks flying down to the platform
below. Both crashed to the ground, shaking the entire platform. Sweat beading down both
fighters faces, they stared each other down. Then, one of them gave a gasp and fell down
to the ground. The fight was over. Fortunately, the man had escaped with his life. There
was no rules to these matches except stay on the platform and don’t hurt the spectators.
Other then that, it was all fair game. I’d better meditate on my strategy he thought. He
walked over to the ground off the platform and sat down. As he zoned out, the crowd
roared at it’s winner and got ready for the next round to begin.
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