The small humble town of Cerasus, secluded off in the forests of northern Rhea was a warm, rural area, known for cattle products, wine, linens and their unique metalworking. Children ran across the green plains, large bush-like tree branches would brush against them, pink flowers budding and permeating the crisp air. Timber houses barely peaked over the foilage, short lights lined the cobblestone streets. The town was bustling with townsfolk and merchants, horses clopping on the hard road. Cattle grazed the endless fields, and peasants worked mills and shops, greeting wandering children.
Hiro took his halberd and swung it around, practicing and strengthening himself, as the Klaxon Sultanate invasion lingered around every corner.
"Seventy eight..." Hiro spoke, a sweat drop running down his muscular back.
"Seventy nine..." His polearm caused leaves to float up into the air with every powerful swing.
"Eighty..." The large wooden pole, barely longer than Hiro's height, aproximately 6 feet, swung with precision looking as if it weighed but a feather.
"Eighty one..." Leaves would be pushed up into the air from shear force.
"Eighty two..." A slight noise of the weapon being swung could be heard, a noise only heard when enough strength pushes the air around the blade.
"Hiro!" A tall blond turned around the corner, his bluesteel armor shined in the sunlight. The male waved at Hiro, beckoning him.
Hiro turned and walked towards the armored figure. "What's up, Goro?"
"Sparring. Shall we go?" Goro asked the jet-black haired male who was much shorter than him.
"..." Hiro kept quiet, his gaze wandering toqards the ground.
Goro looked at his friend, his eyes filling with pity. "Hey man, you can fight, I know you can. You train so hard-- There's no way you can't!"
He continued to place his hand on his friend's shoulder.
A sudden movement smack the hand off. "I don't need your pity... Cause I know I can." Hiro looked up and smirked.
"Oh yeah? Let's see you out in the ring!" The surprised Goro's expression quickly changed to a smirk aswell.
The two walked to the outside of camp, both holding their polearms. The camp was just outside of Cerasus, large logs sharpened and hammered into the ground acted as a perimeter. As they qalked towards the right, their team stood in front of them, waiting.
"Look who came! It's Hiro! My bad, I mean't garbage!" A short brunet started to laugh, and looked around at his unamused comrades.
Hiro looked down towards the ground, gripping his halberd tighter. His face melding into a harsh scowl.
"What, you really feel bad for this useless garabge?" The brunet laughed and gasped for air.
"Zorome, sto--" A girl with auburn twintails spoke out only to gey snapped at.
"Shut up, god you always do this shit. I mean look at him, he can't do shit. Fuck it, Hiro, you're my sparring partner. Im gonna beat your ass so hard, you'll be calling me dad!" Zorome continued to berate Hiro, swearing death upon him.
Hiro approached, saying nothing and stepping into the ring, trading his halberd for a training staff. Zorome did the exactly same thing, with a smug smile stricken across his face.
"Hey, Hiro you don--" Goro spoke only for Hiro to stop him.
The angry soldier spoke slowly.
"Say nothing."
Both men stood in the ring, parallel of eachother, holding their staffs respectively in their stances. Hiro looked at his opponent with eyes blazing with anger. The brunet only smirked, optimistic of winning the fight. Soft air broke against everyone, and dust collected a little over the ground.
A loud, piercing clang of metallic instruments started the battle, Zorome kicking off his feet and charging towards Hiro. Zorome's weapon of choice was a lance, the size being just short of his own by 4 inches. His fighting style would be completely different from Hiro's, with the ability to utilize quick movements better because of practice and blocking techniques Hiro wouldn't be used to. Hiro knew exactly how to counter that, I mean, how can he use those techniques without a staff?
A loud clunk would be heard as both weapons would clash, Zorome being caught off guard as he thought his attack would hit true. Hiro glared, his sea green eyes showing no remorse, straight into Zorome's eyes.A quick slip of his left foot kicked his opponent off the ground, causing him to fall to his side. A swing downwards would be blocked by Zorome's staff, making Zorome parry and kick Hiro's leg, causing him to fall forward and giving him time to stand. The black haired male wasn't having any of it, quickly swinging his pole on the ground, lifting Zorome's feet and causing him to fall to his right side onto the dirt floor. Hiro swifly threw his staff and got on top of Zorome, pulling his arm back and creating a fist. The brunet took this as a threat and punched Hiro in the left cheek, causing him to recoil. Zorome pulled his foot from between Hiro's legs and kicked him off, sending a slightly dazed Hiro into the middle of the ring. Both of the soldiers slowly got up, scowling, and quickly charged to tackle eachother. The fight quickly turned into a slug fest, both parties striking eachother as response to the previous attack.
The rest of the party looked in amazement, and were even frieghtened. A shorter dark blue haired girl stepped forward, only to be stopped by Goro.
"Let it go, Ichigo." The much taller blond held his hard to stop her.
"Wha--" Ichigo looked up, confused by the gesture of being stopped.
"Just watch." Goro replied, a smirk forming on his face.
Both parties split, Zorome holding his side and Hiro coughing blood. The black haired male kept looking into Zorome's purple eyes. Suddenly, Hiro kicked off the ground and rushed at Zorome. Zorome pulled his arm back getting ready to stop the charge. However, in a split second, Hiro stepped to his left, causing Zorome's punch to miss and giving Hiro all the time he needed to win. Hiro tackled his enemy onto the ground and started the strike at his abdomen. Every strike caused Zorome to cough, however it was cut short when Goro and another male party member to pull him off.
The black haired warrior looked down at Zorome, and got a glare back. He stepped forward and held his hand oit towards his comrade, and Zorome grabbed it reluctantly. Also, he was barely able to get up himself, so he had to.
yall remember me? its been the biggest of months boyos. so this is my new project, and imma just work on it when i do. see you all later.