Cyrus crosses his arms taking the full impact of the blow, coughing up blood as he grabs The Executioner's leg causing him to fall over as well. Cyrus quickly throws himself over The Executioner and mounts him as the two begin to wrestle each other. Cyrus pins him down before pounding into him with a barrage of punches. Cyrus then reaches for The Executioner's neck and pushes his arm into it as hard as he could while The Executioner Claws at Cyrus violently. The two warriors refuse to give up as they continue to punch and claw each other. They are locked into this position for a few minutes until The Executioners' struggles begin to lessen. Seeing this decrease in strength, Cyrus pushes down even harder until finally. The executioner is completely still. Cyrus struggles to stand and looks around the arena. The crowd is completely silent as they watch Cyrus's movement. After letting out a heavy breath He throws his head back and raises his fist in the air with the last of his ener
His cloak vanishes and he is carried to the nearest medical room by a group of guards as the cheering dies down.Elaine hurriedly follows along behind the guards carrying her wounded companion.After a brief examination, Elaine is told that she can stay with him until he wakes up.She immediately enters his room and sits beside him.Cyrus opens his eyes and stares blankly at the ceiling."It's good that you're alright." She says with a smile.Cyrus lets out a sigh and his expression changes as he looks over at her."How long was I out?" He asks."Two days." She answers.Cyrus looks away from Elaine and continues to look at the ceiling. "Where are we?""In the healers' ward of the arena. They said that you were lucky to even be able to fight through all of the injuries you sustained in your fight." Elaine replies.Cyrus lets out an uncomfortable laugh. "I guess I just don't know my limits. I don't know how much more punishment my body can take before I'm down for good next time."Elain
Both Cyrus and the Pawn rush forward grabbing the first weapons they can find. Cyrus grabs hold of a long-handled axe that has been propped against one of the pillars, while the Pawn rushes for a thin staff laying on the ground ahead of him. The two take their given weapons and dash towards one another sending shivers up the spines of the spectators. The two weapons clash violently as they try to force each other back. They lock together, neither able to gain any advantage over the other. Cyrus's blade slides down the side of the Pawns staff as he twirls it around his back, slamming it into the side of Cyrus's head. Cyrus takes a step back from the blow but quickly regains his footing as he parries the following stabs sent towards him. He lowers his body weaving swiftly between the blows as he charges at the pawn with his axe. Swinging his axe upwards as the Pawn sidesteps him, Cyrus brings it down toward him with all his might. The Pawn manages to jump out of the way just in time a
The sky was dark, but not completely black. It had an orange hue to it, which gave off a strange feeling. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, giving it a dim light. Two figures could be seen conversing under the night sky. One was a young woman wearing a pink dress with a pair of white gloves, while the other was a man wearing a dark robe. "I don't like it," the woman said as she stared at the clouds above them. "It's too bright. Not even the dark of night is enough anymore" "You're probably just tired," the man replied calmly. "Come on, let's go back home. We can talk about this another time, right?" "No, I want to stay here for a bit longer. This is where I belong. Besides, there are no clouds up there anymore." "What do you mean?" The man looked up and saw the clouds beginning to move away from the moon. He also noticed that the moon itself was becoming larger and brighter. It was almost as if the moon was growing bigger every second. As he continued watching, the moon grew
Cyrus opened his eyes to see that he was no longer in the bright room and was now stranded in the middle of nowhere. Panicking, he runs around frantically, looking for a way back before falling to his knees. "Why me?" He cries hopelessly. Feeling defeated, he lays down on the grassy plains. A few moments later he decides to get up. "Well, I might as well try and make the best of it." He reasons. Walking over to one of the nearby tree's, he climbs to the top before sitting on one of the branches. Looking out, he sees several figures walking through the forest heading towards the same place. They look different than normal humans, each having unique features that set them apart from everyone else. Some wore animal skins, others dressed in robes whilst some appeared to wear armor. There was no doubt that most of these creatures weren't human. Even further out, was a noticeably large city. Buildings rose high into the sky reaching hundreds if not thousands of meters. A massive wall
Gratefully accepting the chance, they both make their way to the nearest Inn. Inside, Cyrus looks down at the menu of unfamiliar foods before looking back up to the girl. "uh, excuse me lady""My name is Hannah,"she answers him gently.Smiling sheepishly, he introduces himself as wellHannah smiles warmly at him."So Hannah, what exactly does this menu say anyway?"Hannah giggles softly at his question. "You must not have been given the ability to read this world's writing, huh?"He blushes embarrassingly. "yeah... Sorry."Hannah chuckles fondly. "Don't worry about it. I'll make sure to pick something good for you. What kind of food did you want?" She inquires curiously."Umm, I really don't mind. Whatever you think tastes best.""Alright then, let's go with this one. It has meat in it." She suggests.After ordering, the pair sit together awkwardly while waiting for their meals. Whilst enjoying the meal, they talk more about the tournament.Cyrus learns that the rules are simple: the
A few hours later, they arrived at a sort of training ground near the main city gates. Walking inside, Cyrus notices that most people are wearing either leather armor or simple cloth clothing However, there is one group standing apart from everyone else. They're all dressed differently, mostly in full plate armor with various types of swords strapped to their backs. Most of them are young men with facial hair and wild expressions on their faces. Cyrus stares in wonderment. "Who are those guys?" Hannah looks towards the group respectfully. "Those men are members of the Royal Guard, they train daily to protect the kingdom from harm. You should get used to them as they will probably see you often during your year here." Cyrus blinks surprised by the news. "Royal guard huh.." He thinks aloud. "Now let us begin." A voice calls out from within the crowd of guardsmen. Everyone immediately gets quiet and turns to look at whoever spoke. Standing amongst the others is a tall muscular ma
Three months pass as Cyrus continues to work with the company. Finishing his training period, Cyrus receives his silver pendant and is now ready to go on his first mission. During this period Cyrus had managed to meet up with Darius and along with Hannah had become quite the trio. Taking on requests together and growing closer as a team. Hannah had shown her expertise in support magic, while Darius had shown his skill in battle, providing Cyrus with advice and tanking for the group. All the while Cyrus worked on improving his skills in both magical and physical combat. Taking up a few jobs here and there, they had earned enough money to buy some basic supplies. Having made a small fortune over the last few months, Cyrus had decided it was time to upgrade his attire to something that could provide a bit more protection. Returning to the shop that he had bought his rod from. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the same man was working here once more. "Well hello there, You've s