Mecha Unleashed: The Fighter's Journey | Booster Fighter Arc

THE STORY BEGINS!

James and Sam embarked on their routine journey through the vast open field on the outskirts of their town, a habit they'd upheld for years. The familiar path led them towards a picturesque fishing lake nestled at the field's centre. But this ordinary day was about to take an extraordinary turn.

As they drew closer to the serene lake, their eyes widened with disbelief. There, hovering above the shimmering water, were two colossal Mecha Suits engaged in an intense battle. For James and Sam, who hailed from the humblest of backgrounds, the mere sight of this spectacle was astonishing.

Mecha Fighting was an elite sport, reserved solely for the upper echelons of society. The chance to witness such a contest was a rare and revered privilege among the aristocracy, a symbol of prestige. But for two young men like Sam and James, belonging to the lower class, this was a realm typically beyond their reach. They could only dream of watching these battles through the filtered lens of a television screen.

Sam's heart soared with exhilaration. He was an avid fan of Mecha Fighting, religiously following every bout that he could catch on the television. Seeing the spectacle unfold before his very eyes left him utterly euphoric. The word "overjoyed" couldn't begin to describe the elation coursing through him.

On the other hand, James remained a realist. Deep down, he harboured a bitter awareness that participation in this sport was an unattainable dream for someone of his class. This knowledge had long festered within him, stoking a profound resentment towards Mecha Fighting. He had never watched a single match and wanted nothing to do with a pastime that had come to symbolize the gaping divide in society.

The fight raged on, an awe-inspiring display of mechanical prowess and combat mastery. The two Mecha Suits engaged in a relentless battle, each determined to gain the upper hand, unwavering in their resolve. Their colossal machines raced through the open expanse, refusing to yield even an inch of ground.

One of the Mecha Suits stood out with its vibrant, neon purple body, vividly contrasting the clear blue lines that ran down its arms and legs. The suit's design culminated in an angelic, neon purple helmet inspired by the Valkyries of old. This elegant and striking appearance hinted at the pilot's grace and agility.

His adversary, in stark contrast, piloted a military-inspired Mecha Suit. The suit exuded an aura of rugged durability, its design dominated by earthy tones and mechanical precision. Both warriors wielded formidable longswords, and their blades clashed in a symphony of sparks.

Locked in a dramatic stalemate, the combatants fought with every ounce of their skill and strength, their swords intertwined in a deadlock. The battle appeared perfectly balanced, a testament to the unyielding determination and mastery of the two pilots.

"Oh my god, that's the crest of the Royal House of Starling!" Sam exclaimed, his finger pointing with enthusiasm toward the emblem adorning the arm of the purple Mecha Suit. "That must be Tobias Starling! I mean, he's the reigning English Mecha Fighting champion, but I've never seen him piloting this suit before."

Sam's eyes shone with amazement, mixed with a hint of confusion brought about by the sight of the unfamiliar suit worn by the renowned champion.

"That means his opponent must be Albert Merrick, the runner-up," Sam continued, his excitement bubbling over. "wow what a fight we have just come upon!"

As Sam was abuzz with joy and anticipation, James remained silent, his eyes fixed on the intense battle unfolding before him. Despite his initial aversion to the sport, he couldn't help but be drawn into the electrifying spectacle in front of him, captivated by the skill and energy of the combatants.

Albert's focus wavered for a fraction of a second, and in that split moment, Tobias seized the opportunity. With lightning speed, he thrust his blade through Albert's, shattering it in half with a resounding crack. His weapon made contact, a swift and precise slash across Albert's chest.