Day One
They see you as small and helpless, they see you as just a child,
Surprise when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild,
Prepare for your greatest moment, prepare for your finest hour,
The dream that you've always dreamed is suddenly about to flower.
The loneliness of isolating oneself from the general populace of the school was hard, but Pyrrha needed to prove to them, to her mother how strong she could be. Under the name Pyrrha Nikos, she had joined the ranks of Sanctum, the best but toughest training school to get into. Sanctum being based in the city of Mistral, just on the other side of the ocean separating Pyrrha from the lands her family rule over.
Her isolation had made her teachers both worried and impressed with her tenacity. Confident that Miss Nikos would excel at these games, she showed great initiative and perception, both important qualities for the upcoming battles.
With only 8 battles left until the finals, the city of Mistral bustles alive with hurried activity. The semi final rounds of the annual championship would begin in a few hours, preparing for an influx of guests to cheer and watch the battles from the sidelines.
It was here that Jellal and Sieg make their way towards the royal domain, isolated from the commoners and protected well. Although Pyrrha changed her last name, she requested permission from her father to wear the Kingdom's colours, doing so; with pride.
Easily breezing through the participation and quarter finals, hardly breaking a sweat. Beating them before exerting any sort of real energy, leaving her to worry about the Semi finals and final rounds of the competition. Her drive for winning growing strong each step towards her preparation area. She had to win, she had to prove herself to Knightwalker.
Crowds of people, pushing and pulling themselves towards the arena, lines going back half a mile in anticipation for what is great entertainment. The first match of the semi finals, Pyrrha versus Conrad, risking a peek out of her area before the match, she searches the crowd for the familiar, similar red hair. The one woman she shares it with, finding her father and brother in the VIP stands, without her mother hits her in a way that hollows out her fragile heart. Turning back to her own enclave, Pyrrha prepares herself for battle, clipping everything into place, and wrapping her red cloth around her waist, letting the end of the cloth droop down from her hip. Sheathing Akuou and Milo, she begins her meditation.
Her battle master enters the makeshift room, informing Pyrrha she's to head into the ring. Stepping out, Pyrrha and her combatant are engulfed with a thunderous cheer from the crowd. Informing them of their excitement to this anticipated battle.
Coming face to face with Conrad, she looks at him analytically, his skin darkened by hours under the sun, muscles over-bulging for her personal taste, hazel-brown eyes looking over her in return. She bows, and shakes his hand, before moving back a few feet, giving Pyrrha a chance to scan the crowd.
With no sign of her mother.
She lets out a disappointed sigh, the only emotion she's willing to show. Turning her back to her opponent, though her instincts scream no-no, it was how the Championship begin their battles.
When a loud whistle echoes the stadium, her weapon Milo transforms into the battle rifle, with Pyrrha's caring handle, Akuou at the ready, the red head begins to spin, and in doing so surrounding herself with sand, acting as a camouflage. She cocks Milo, lining up a shot and firing at Conrad.
He manages to dodge, using the distraction to her advantage Pyrrha's Milo turns into a spear, and with a grunt and a burst impales Conrad's armour, missing he shoulder by half an inch.
Pulling Milo out of the wall, Conrad lets the spear drop to the floor with a clutter. Hand axes in this hands, he charges forward and begins his attack, pressing Pyrrha back. Akuou eating all the damage, before Pyrrha crouches down low, and springs up and over Conrad's head, pushing him to the ground with her shield at the back of his neck.
A resounding surrender silence the crowd, before they burst out into encouraging cheers, echoing through Pyrrha's ears, never cutting through the silence of her mother's empty seat.