I am 12, so this isn't as good as other stories as such.
It was a fine day in the Wademore Empire, weather at the perfect warmth for battling. It was Goran Bazina, and outside Croatian that recently move to Wademore, against the most feared battler in Luxembourg, Johan Sigdorsson. Everyone in the The Void Arena (called by many) cheered as loudly as they could. The screams of the fans were so loud that the nearby Ynt Woodland Forest could hear it. They were fighting for something. Pride, and fame. But the REAL reason why is so they can lift the almighty Iris Award in front of many people, cheering away. Most of the fans in the Void Arena were going for Johan. the only people that are going for Goran was his family and his town.
But this didn't phase him. Goran was still as confident as he ever was, sword in hand. Lament, he called it. After his Aunt, who had been killed by French invaders. He also kept Mirage by his side, a small magic book made by his great grandfather, who had much power. The Feld Horn sounded and fans sat down ready to see the fight. Johan was tapping his foot on the ground, waiting for Goran to hit him with his first move. Goran looked at him. Knowing this was a taunt, Goran pulled his Lament out, slowly and softly. He then used a chant in his Mirage to fall into he ground. Everything went silent. Johan looked around to see nobody but the crowd. Goran then PLUNGED Lament into Johan via the chest. this was only a slight injury to him.
Johan then took two small daggers, named Morning and Evening, and put a cut in Goran's face. Goran then back away. "By the lord Nubris, this man is quite the show-off!" Johan yelled out loud. Goran looked displeased. He took out a Saraiba, a rare and small gem, attached to a chain around his neck. He then rubs it with his thumb, then puts it back on the necklace. Johan was scared. He knew what this meant. As said by the old wise men of Nathlon, if you rub a Saraiba, with your thumb, that means the man is calling for Quothor, The God Of Domination. He had no fear. Johan had never lost a fight.
While the crowd was cheering for both sides, someone in the crowd looked, out of place. Like someone from a different country. This man was Cruz Sal. He had been wandering all around the globe trying to find the new best talent. he had retired himself from being a battler, so he wanted to raise his own, and rise himself and chosen fighter to glory. He wasn't liked that much because he was not a nice man. Even his description given to him by the gods weren't that nice." It doesn't take long to dislike Cruz Sal, but the fact he's out-of-hand and loud is just the tip of the iceberg. To make things worse he's also dishonest, cold and arrogant, but at least those are kept somewhat in check by habits of being independent as well." He was hated because of this.
Even though he paid $700 Collegini to get in, he had no worries on his money. Because he just found his man. Goran. While Goran and Johan were swinging their swords, Cruz noticed something on Goran. It was on his left arm, his strong one. He had a dark mark near his hand. "Oh well... look at this..." Cruz whispered in his head. It was a mark, to signify that he had Immobilizing Hand. It was a disease, named by some random guy to discovered it. He wasn't the most creative person to live.
Before Cruz had entered The Void Arena, he was given a scroll containing all the fighters info. Both of them. He took Goran's one. Goran was 17 years of age,and had Immobilizing Hand. This disease effects young (25 or below) POSITIVELY, giving him more power and strength than most people. Only 16.9% of people with Immobilizing Hand was below 25 years of age, meaning that Goran was a RARE specimen of fighter. Granted when Goran is 25 years of age he will stop being a fighter, as for his disease, but Cruz will still have the upper hand of 8 years. That can make him bigger than others.
7 Minutes before The Feld Horn will sound, and the match will be a draw (a match lasts and hour). Goran has had many easy battles, and this was his biggest challenge yet. He had finally met somebody of his level. His Lement had been slightly damaged, so had his book. Goran went to slice his legs by spinning around and ducking under Johan's remaining dagger, Goran had managed to cut his right foot CLEAN OFF. The crowd screamed in horror. As by rule, if anybody is can't go on due to a flaw caused by the enemy, they will be eliminated.
So, as the crowd was screaming in rejoice for a new world class fighter, Goran walked up to the center of the Arena to grab the trophy. He put both hands on the side of the Iris trophy, and lifted it up. He looked around the fans jumping up and down with hands in the air. He is happy. The fans is happy. Cruz is happy. And Johan is not.