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John walked into the arena. His Semifinal match was the last. Which meant he knew who he would face. Master Shun's former student. John sighed, raising his sword as his opponent raised his own. Both charged, slashing at each other. Their swords met with a loud report before Master Shun's former student spun, slashing at John's back. John spun, blocking it just in time for Master Shun's student to sweep his feet out from under him. He landed on his back, grunting just before his opponent swung down at him. he blocked it, shoving the sword upward then slammed his sword into the side of his opponent's hip, making him hobble away as he tried to regain feeling in his leg. John stood, turning to his opponent as his opponent chuckled, raising his sword.
"Not bad," he snorted. "I'm Emile. You're John right?"
"Yeah," John nodded. "You're going to win anyway. You might as well stop holding back."
"I want some energy for the finals," Emile chuckled. "Besides, I might as well make you look good for that attractive fan of yours."
John blushed and Emile laughed, stepping forward and slashing at him. John blocked it and dropped, kicking at Emile's legs. Emile leapt over it, flipping and slashing at John. John blocked it and shoved the sword away, standing and spinning, slashing at Emile. Emile blocked it, sword in reverse grip, then shoved the sword away as he spun, slashing in reverse grip. Before John had even registered the attack, the blade crashed into his chest, throwing him backward. John crashed down on his back, sword spinning away. Emile sprinted forward, slashing at him. Before he landed a hit, John planted both feet into Emile's chest plate, launching him backward before getting up and scrambling to his sword. As he grabbed it and spun, he raised it, blocking a slash before Emile's fist connected with his jaw. He staggered back, blocking a second slash and throwing a punch of his own. Emile let it hit him in the jaw then stumbled back before turning profile to John, leaning away and lifting his closer foot, slamming the bottom of it into John's forehead, knocking him back into the wall and dazing him. John dropped to his knees, groaning and holding his forehead, eyes running and vision blurred.
He managed to block a slash as a foot hit his chest. He caught the foot as he fell backward, pulling Emile and making him do a very painful split. Emile fell onto his back, groaning as John stood and staggered away, trying to regain his bearing. Finally he managed to and shook his head, wiping his eyes as Emile stood, stumbling for a moment before stepping forward and slashing at John. John blocked it and punched Emile before Emile bent down, placing his hands on the ground and flipping forward, one foot after the other slamming into the bottom of his jaw, knocking him back again. John regained his footing and stepped forward, slashing only for Emile to duck under it then push kick him. John fell onto his rear and raised his sword, blocking Emile's before slamming his left heel down on Emile's foot. Emile yelped in pain, hopping away while holding his foot, succeeding in falling over. He stood, sighing and shaking his head.
"This fight is making us look like idiots," Emile stated.
"Yep," John agreed, raising his sword. "You should have ended it while you had the chance."
Emile chuckled and raised his own. Both crouched then sprinted forward, slashing at each other. They caught each other's sword arms and Emile head butted John, since he was wearing a helmet. John staggered back, blocking Emile's sword again before shoving it away and hitting Emile in the side with his sword's pommel. Emile staggered sideways into John's sword blade then staggered backward. He stopped, blocking a slash and shoved it aside, stabbing at John. John spun out of the way, spinning and slashing at Emile who ducked under it then stood, delivering an uppercut to the bottom of John's jaw. John flipped off the ground and landed on his back then rolled over backward to his feet, stumbling away and rubbing his jaw. Emile grinned, turning so that his sword arm was away from John with his sword held horizontally in front of himself. John sighed, holding his sword behind himself pointed at the ground a few feet behind himself. Then, they sprinted forward, slashing. Just as they slashed, John's sword smashed, splintered hitting both in the face before Emile's sword slammed into John's right shoulder. John staggered past Emile, groaning and holding his shoulder, the entire arm now numb.
"Looks like it's over," Emile stated.
John gulped, backing away and Emile sprinted forward, slashing at him. John ducked under it, punching Emile in the abdomen, making him grunt but just as John stood, Emile's sword slammed into his abdomen and his vision went dark before slowly returning. Emile was standing over him with his sword at John's throat.
"Surrender?" Emile grinned.
"I give," John wheezed.
Emile nodded and helped John up and John limped off to the infirmary before going to the stands. He found Melody easily, unfortunately finding Micah with her.
"You looked like a retard in that fight," Micah snorted. "I'm surprised it lasted so long. He was toying with you."
"I know," John said.
"You did great!" Melody said running over and carefully hugging him. "Sorry you lost though."
"It's fine," John said. "I'm honestly surprised I made it that far. And that I beat Damian."
Melody smiled then returned to the railing, watching the next fight. John limped off, finding Master Shun with Kendrick and Brandon.
"You did well John," Master Shun stated.
"Yes but it looms like the sword's enchantment wore out," John stated.
"Enchantment?" Master Shun asked.
"Uh, John, that sword wasn't enchanted," Kendrick stated. "Things that are enchanted glow. I just told you it was enchanted so you would be more confident. And it worked. The sword should have broken by your second fight but you kept it until the Semifinals."
"You should have more faith in yourself," Brandon stated turning back to the ring. Final fight already?"
They all looked as Emile walked into the arena with two swords and a man wearing a ragged brown robe and no armor walked in opposite him with a bo staff.
"The hell did he get that?" Kendrick gaped. "Did we make those?"
"No," Brandon said. "But people are allowed to bring their own weapons if they feel like it."
Kendrick nodded and John looked at them confused.
"Just watch," Brandon stated.
John nodded and turned back as both charged. Before they met, the one in the robe hurled it like a javeline. The end of the pole slammed into Emile's chest, making him stagger backward. The man jumped, grabbing the staff in midair and flipped, smashing it down on Emile's sword arm shoulder, making him drop the sword. Then, he spun it around himself repeatedly and spun, smashing it into the side of Emile's jaw, making him spin and drop, out cold.
"He...lost," John blinked. "But...how..."
"Bo staves, when wielded by someone that knows what they're doing, can be nearly impossible to counter," Kendrick stated. "And among the fastest weapons in the world."
John nodded as someone brought a trophy cup full of redstone out to the man who pocketted it all and then held the trophy up, everyone cheering.
"Come. You should get home," Master Shun stated. "It'll be dark soon. Don't worry. My former students are guarding the town until everyone is home."
John nodded and headed outside looking around. The air was still and silent. He could see students armed with swords and bows every so often around the town, facing outward. John looked around and saw the man in the ragged coat running between buildings.
"He must be in a hurry to get home," John muttered turning and starting to walk away then stopping.
Melody would be hard pressed to make it home in time. He sighed and turned, finding Damian standing about a foot behind him. He staggered back but Damian held out a stone sword.
"Micah refused to walk her home," Damian stated. "You should take this. Goodluck."
John blinked then nodded as Melody walked out of the stadium, face clearly hurt. Damian turned, walking away and Melody's face brightened when she saw him waiting.
"Ready to go?" John asked.
Melody smiled and nodded, walking over next to him. He smiled and they turned, walking away from town. The students nodded to John as he passed. They continued away from town as the sun continued to fall.
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