Chapter Three: The First Battle
After waiting patiently in the arena, Fylen finally arrived. He was rather handsome, but Suzuka didn't have any time to sum up his looks lest it distract her during battle. He pushed back his chocolate brown hair and pulled out his sword. She in turn pulled out hers and raised it towards the sky. The rays of the sun dazzled against the sword and made it shine so bright that any who looked upon it would have been blinded. The boy smiled determined, with his emerald eyes flashing. The referee, who was a skilled swordsmen stood in the corner recited the rules, "I'm sure you all already know the rules being skilled sword fighters and all, but remember, the battle ends when the enemies sword touches your red suit, so that means no facial contact." He then gave the nod for the battle to begin. As in tradition the two youths bowed before commencing the fight. Their swords clashed creating a melody that only made the desire to win grow stronger. Left, right, left, right, they fought so rhythmically and beautifully, so graceful like ballerinas, except not as timid.
"You want to win, ne?" Fylen asked her casually. Suzuka quickly understood, his technique was to distract the opponent with chitchat. She wasn't about to fall for it. It would only intimidate him and throw him off guard if she kept silent. So silence, she was, silent like the cheetah stalking her prey.
"Well?" Fylen replied when she had kept quiet. He was answered in silence. Suzuka thrust her sword towards him but he quickly dodged out of the way.
"Drat," she thought, "I figured I might have gotten him there." He lunged towards her as well, but she quickly managed to get out of the way.
"Are you deaf and dumb?" Fylen interrogated arrogantly. Suzuka's eyes filled with that fire of rage. She leapt up into the sky, doing a front flip and she glided over him. She landed perfectly behind him. Before he could turn around, she gently placed her sword against the back of his suit. The battle was over, and she had been the victor. The referee walked up towards her and shook her hand declaring her the winner of the first battle.
As Suzuka exited the battle arena, Fylen strutted up to her in his pompous manner, "Good job, girl, but next time, I'll win." With that terse statement he disappeared among the crowd of people coming to congratulate her. She knew that she should stay for the next battle, which would be out of the blue group contestants, but somehow her heart felt like going home. She walked towards home all alone, perhaps tomorrow she would come and watch the other contestants to sum up their fighting abilities.
After waiting patiently in the arena, Fylen finally arrived. He was rather handsome, but Suzuka didn't have any time to sum up his looks lest it distract her during battle. He pushed back his chocolate brown hair and pulled out his sword. She in turn pulled out hers and raised it towards the sky. The rays of the sun dazzled against the sword and made it shine so bright that any who looked upon it would have been blinded. The boy smiled determined, with his emerald eyes flashing. The referee, who was a skilled swordsmen stood in the corner recited the rules, "I'm sure you all already know the rules being skilled sword fighters and all, but remember, the battle ends when the enemies sword touches your red suit, so that means no facial contact." He then gave the nod for the battle to begin. As in tradition the two youths bowed before commencing the fight. Their swords clashed creating a melody that only made the desire to win grow stronger. Left, right, left, right, they fought so rhythmically and beautifully, so graceful like ballerinas, except not as timid.
"You want to win, ne?" Fylen asked her casually. Suzuka quickly understood, his technique was to distract the opponent with chitchat. She wasn't about to fall for it. It would only intimidate him and throw him off guard if she kept silent. So silence, she was, silent like the cheetah stalking her prey.
"Well?" Fylen replied when she had kept quiet. He was answered in silence. Suzuka thrust her sword towards him but he quickly dodged out of the way.
"Drat," she thought, "I figured I might have gotten him there." He lunged towards her as well, but she quickly managed to get out of the way.
"Are you deaf and dumb?" Fylen interrogated arrogantly. Suzuka's eyes filled with that fire of rage. She leapt up into the sky, doing a front flip and she glided over him. She landed perfectly behind him. Before he could turn around, she gently placed her sword against the back of his suit. The battle was over, and she had been the victor. The referee walked up towards her and shook her hand declaring her the winner of the first battle.
As Suzuka exited the battle arena, Fylen strutted up to her in his pompous manner, "Good job, girl, but next time, I'll win." With that terse statement he disappeared among the crowd of people coming to congratulate her. She knew that she should stay for the next battle, which would be out of the blue group contestants, but somehow her heart felt like going home. She walked towards home all alone, perhaps tomorrow she would come and watch the other contestants to sum up their fighting abilities.
