Fight Type: Battle
Prize: Winner gets to be Warden
Contact Made: Yes
Character #1: @August
Bonded: NA
Magic: NA
Armor: NA
Weapons: A sword, but not using it.
Current Health: 16
Current Attack: 24
Current Experience: 32
Character #2: @Aspara
Bonded: A wraithwolf
Magic: Yes - vexillum level psychometry
Armor: NA
Weapons: NA
Current Health: 18
Current Attack: 22
Current Experience: 40
Prize: Winner gets to be Warden
Contact Made: Yes
Character #1: @August
Bonded: NA
Magic: NA
Armor: NA
Weapons: A sword, but not using it.
Current Health: 16
Current Attack: 24
Current Experience: 32
Character #2: @
Bonded: A wraithwolf
Magic: Yes - vexillum level psychometry
Armor: NA
Weapons: NA
Current Health: 18
Current Attack: 22
Current Experience: 40
august
—« “Remember, pain is not a test. Knowledge is not enough.”
»
I
t reminds him, a little, of the old days. Waking when dawn is just a suggestion at the horizon, braiding back his hair in the semidark. For most of his life, he’d go for a run this time of day, ending at the marketplace to buy bread from Talon and take it back to the Scarab. Then he would train with Aghavni, then go over the days’ duties with Charon -
He’s missed the routine.
Today, of course, is not quite like those days, and there is a flutter of nerves in his stomach, a tension in his shoulders, as he buckles on his sword and goes to the palace.
He’s grateful it’s early, so there is not much of a crowd. Of course there are still some curious to see the kingdom’s princess battle - well, whoever they think he is - but August has eyes for none of them; he only bends his muzzle to his knee in a bow to Morr, then straightens to face his opponent.
Oh, and that makes him feel old - the shine of her eyes, the youth of her body, the point of her horn, it all reminds him of training with another unicorn, years ago, when they were both only children with all the arrogance and determination that came with it.
August nods at Aspara, a faint smile on his face, and unbuckles his sword before carefully placing it to the side (maybe it was silly to bring it at all, but he believes there is a certain decorum to such things, and knows the importance of appearances - even if they’re just for show.) He steps forward, then, eyeing the terrain (not much to see - level, well-trodden dirt near the base of the stairs before the palace) before raising his gaze to his opponent.
“Ladies first,” he says.
