Finnceline One Shots

Warrior

*Finn's Age: 23*

Finn's P.O.V

I trudge out of the bathroom and downstairs to the living room. The house is still clean from my years of maintenance kept on it. My sword and shield bracer lay perpendicular on the couch, fitting right in with the other appliances. I trot over and grab them, slinging the Finn sword over and into its sheathe on my back, while affixing the shield bracer on my left wrist. I test to see if it still works and sure enough, the top and bottom edges spin out from within the bracer like the lens of a camera. The chains adjust and fasten themselves snugly over my wrists while my twin short swords get fastened on another sheathe on the opposite side of my back. Feeling ready for today, I head out the front door and get on my way to the Badlands. The journey there is scorching hot and brutal, but being the masochist that I am, I take the pain like it's nothing.

After trudging through miles of dehydrating desert, I finally come across the arena. Like I said before, the arena is tucked away in a more forgotten corner of the Badlands, so not very many people know of it's existence. However, walking up to the front entrance and seeing the long line of people waiting to get in, it's clear that the Contest of Champions really brought some popularity to the old joint, both in terms of people who wish to watch and people who want to participate. I bypass all those waiting in line and go up to a guy waiting near the gate. I approach him and when he sees me coming, the guy nods and thumbs to his left, pointing out the doorway in that direction. I nod back in thanks and go through the side entrance. I'm considered one of their prime contestants due to my win streak and as such, I get certain benefits that other lower tier contestants don't.

Inside are a bunch of other contestants milling around and talking to each other. I ignore their pointless banter and stride past them. They take up a great majority of the thin curvy corridor, but I maneuver around them with ease. Ducking under a couple of hulking brutes, I at last come face to face with the gate leading into the center of the arena. I set my stuff down on a wooden bench and sit alongside it. There's nothing happening in the arena right now, but in about a half hour, that'll change real quick. And as I look out at the dust-ridden center of the arena, I remember the first and last time Jake and I came here together.

| Flashback Start |

"I'm not so sure about this, Finn" Jake says as we stand at the large front entrance to the arena.

"Why not?" I frown, looking at him confused, "This is just like that train we went on with the endless rooms except this isn't endless. We've fought things before."

"Yeah, but those were monsters. These are people. It kinda feels wrong" He shifts uncomfortably.

"But they sign up for it, knowing fully well what they're heading into" I argue.

"Sure, but it doesn't mean you have to participate" My brother argues back, turning to look at me, "Finn, bro, let's go do something else. I know of some nice dungeons we haven't conquered yet."

"No offense, Jake, but dungeon crawling has gotten kinda old for me. I'd really like to do this, but you don't have to come with me if you don't want to" I insist.

"Naw, man, I'll come. I ain't gonna just leave you here on your own. I'll just watch from the sidelines instead of actively participating" Jake shrugs.

We then walk up to the person standing by the front gate and tell him what we'd like to do here. He directs Jake off to the right and tells me to head down to the left and get ready, since the fight is starting very soon. I excitedly follow his instructions, finding some other fighters, armor, and weapons lingering about in a semi-organized fashion. The armor looks too big for me and because I already have a sword with me, always carrying one around anyway, I head right for the gate leading into the center where all the fighting happens. The fight has already started and the gate is closing, so to make sure I get in, I run and roll underneath it just barely making it in time. I then dust myself off and look around to see what's going on.