An Angels Hero

Tournament Day | Severin's Brutalization

After Madelyn's declaration, Jack simply stands there, looking at her as she walks away. "I... I didn't know..." Jack says under his breath. Madelyn disappears over the top of the stairs. Jack stands there a few minutes, thinking to himself. Eventually the stadium fills up, and the combatants arrive. Then, trumpets begin sounding, which let's Jack know that the tournament will soon commence. Jack walks back up the stairs and to the royal stand. Madelyn is already in her seat, and Jack walks over, sitting in the seat next to her.

"I'm glad you've made it back before things have begun." The King tells Jack. Then an announcer is heard.

"Welcome one and all to the annual Fiscera Angel Combat Tournament!" The crowd's cheers are deafening. "Here on this stage, you all will bear witness to sixteen total combatants fighting one another. If a combatant wins, they'll move onto the next round. This will continue until there are only two left. Those two will then battle in the final match, and the winner of that match wins the entire tournament." The announcer adds, "Now, if you will stand and show your respect and adoration for our majesty." The crowd all stands, and The King stands as well. This lasts for a moment. "Okay, you may sit." The crowd sits back down, "Let this tournament that we hold annually commence!" The announcer proclaims. Meanwhile, in the locker rooms, the fighters ready themselves.

"Hey, Severin, which of us do you think'll win?" One asks Severin.

"I don't know." Severin says, sitting on a bench. "Too early to tell. Why do you ask, Anton?"

"Just curious is all." Anton says, crossing his arms.

"Huh." Severin says. He stands up. After a few moments, the announcer pipes up again.

"Now, If you all will, let us welcome our contenders!" The announcer yells. All sixteen participants walk out onto stage. Each one is adorned with clothing that is quite showy. And leading the pack is Severin Brooke. They all stop as they reach the stage, and line up in a row. Facing the king, they salute. "Allow me to introduce this year's contenders." The announcer says, "For the first match, it will be Anton Spriga versus Isla Corinth. Second, Riva Craic versus Wyverna Awaltel. Third, Colton Moore versus Landon Gray. Fourth, Willow Foster versus Severin Brooke. Fifth, Adair Shaw versus Dacian Webb. Sixth, Fable Mason versus Gaena Knight. Seventh, Zaylee Rose versus Ivory Nicholson. And Eighth, Tabot Burgess versus Kadyn Sharp." They each bow as their names are called. "Out of these sixteen combatants, only one shall win. Many will fall by the wayside before the day is out." The announcer says, "Now, all contestants please exit the stage area, all except for the first match contenders." All of the other contestants walk back to the entryway, to await their respective matches.The only two still on the stage are Anton and Isla.

"Hey." Anton says.

"Hi... Sorry to tell you, but you're going down." Isla says. The two summon their weapons and armor. Anton is wielding a mace, and Isla a scythe.

"Match..." The announcer says, "Start!" Isla gets into action before Anton can react, swinging her scythe, which unleashes several small explosives which fall at Anton's feet.

"Huh?!" Anton yells, though does not have enough time, and they explode. The explosion knocks Anton back far, and he hits the ground outside of the ring.

"See?" Isla asks, "Told you that you would go down." She says, grinning ear to ear. Anton raises up, his eyes wide.

"What was that?!" Anton asks loudly, obviously super survived.

"Just know..." Isla says, brushing her hair aside. "If you wanna win, you're gonna need to stay on your toes. Especially up against someone like me." She says as she turns and walks away.

"Um..." The announcer says confusedly. "I suppose that brings an end to the first round. Isla Corinth is the winner!" He says as the crowd cheers.

"Heh." Severin laughs as Isla returns to the entryway. "That was over fast, eh?" He asks her.