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"𝕹𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊," 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖇𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖎𝖙 𝖚𝖕. "𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊."

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I step out of the carriage and I walk to sign my name up. "Gryffin?" the person with the signup sheet looks at my name. I nodded at him and a few coins hit the table. I walked towards the fighting arena armory.
"You guys can choose one weapon that was taken from the royal armory! Use whatever armor you would like, don't fight over it. There is enough for everyone."
I hold the light sword in my hand and a tall guy hovers over. "That might be too heavy for you." I looked behind me and I noticed that he was shirtless, and had a bunch of tattoos and long hair. "I'm not using it anyways."

The hilt was too large And was made from a slippery material. The metal was dull, it made me wonder if these were from the royal armory.
I go to set the sword down only to have it taken out of my hand. "I'll take it then." I scoff scarcely. "It suits you," I said while looking at the sword.
I then walked away, and I grabbed a crossbow from off the wall. I loaded it with a sharp arrow.

I look over my shoulder and see someone looking at me. My eyes narrowed at the red-headed guy, what is he looking at? He quickly looks away, after putting the crossbow down. I pick up some more arrows and I put the fur quiver over my shoulder.

Then someone picks up my crossbow. "What a beauty!"
I glare at him. "I was talking about the bow, not you."
My arms cross. "Give me my weapon back." his lip curled up Into a smirk.
"This is a sixty-pound bow, isn't that a little heavy for you?"
"I bet you wish it was, it isn't quite your size either," I said, and his smile vanished. "Don't make me repeat myself." he raised his eyebrow. "Or else what?"
I punched him square in the face, and a sting of pain went through my knuckles. He dropped the bow and stumbled backward.

Holding his nose with his hand, he looked at his hand and then at me. "Normally I don't resort to hurting people," I walk to the crossbow and pick it up. "But I hate it when people waste my time."
I walked away, only To have him Stare at the back of my head. I pick out my chest plate and the rest of my armor. "Can you take my armor to my tent?"
He nodded and I followed after him. I walked into the red tent and I stood in front of the mirror. I felt the scraps on my knuckles.
"I'll get someone to help you with your armor." I looked over at the small guy. "No, I'll be fine."

He nodded. "You are fighting next by the way," he said walking out of the tent. My eyes widen in panic and a sweat drop falls down my face. Where do I even start? I look at the pile of armor and I see a piece of armor shaped like a leg. I put it on while hopping on one leg and I fell on my butt and hit my head. I look at the metal on my leg. Hopping on one I take the other leg piece and sit down to put it on. Then I put on my chest plate and the rest of my leather armor. I speed-walked to the fighting arena with my bow in hand and saw that they were still fighting each other.

The sound of metal clashing against metal hurts my ears. The smaller opponent slashes his ear off with his weapon. I started biting my nails while looking at the red-haired guy and the guy I hit in the face because he was a jerk. I hear loud footsteps coming from behind me so I turn around and see the same long-haired guy who has bad taste in swords. "I don't know who you are but you will be fighting against me in the next round and I will win."
He crosses his arms "Awfully confident aren't you?" I tilt my head, not feeling even a bit threatened by him.

Standing across from him I hold the crossbow in my hand in the middle of the arena. He unsheathed his sword. My hand lightly started shaking, the arrows themselves were heavy for a normal person. "Do it."
His eyes were firey and there seemed to be no other emotions other than rage. His lack of blinking made me feel uneasy. "You won't shoot me, you are too scared." I let out a deep breath and put my finger on the trigger. "DO IT! SHOOT ME!" I pulled the trigger and the arrow went into his chest plate and punctured his shoulder. He grips his shoulder and falls to His knees. Slowly, I lowered my Crossbow. I won and I am moving on to the next round.

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