*Once again, I don't own anything. Except maybe Vincent!! Hahah!! He's mine!*
Dias Flac stared down the edge of his sword at his next opponent. He looked like a boy in his early twenties, with brown hair cut short and cold blue eyes that shot icicles towards the experienced swordsman. Dias averted his gaze from his adversary to the crowd around him. He ran a hand through his long blue hair, anticipating the start of the battle. A voice rang out through the stadium.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the final round of this years Tournament of Arms, proudly held as always in the fine city of Lacour! It's been a thrilling day so far, and this final round could prove to be the most exciting round yet!"
The crowd cheered wildly, sensing the start of the match was finally close at hand. The announcer cleared his throat and continued. "This final round pits the champion of last years Tournament, Dias Flac, versus a new face to the Tournament, known only as Vincent, who's fought tenaciously in every previous round to emerge as a star here. This announcer would like to compare this year's finale to the contest last year, which pitted Dias Flac against another newcomer, Claude Kenni. It's a shame that young man didn't show up this year, I think he could have taken the show! But enough chat! Let the fight begin!!"
Dias leapt into action before the younger man even had his sword up. He closed the distance between the two in less than a second and brought his sword down in a diagonal slash across the chest. Vincent brought his sword up at the last second, parrying the blow, but now he was on the defensive. Dias whirled towards Vincent, his sword dancing up and down, scoring a few minor hits that Vincent let get through. Vincent growled, not enjoying the fact that had been unable to launch his own offense thus far. He laughed out loud as Dias did a back flip, stopping his attacks and taunting Vincent. Vincent took the opportunity, lifting his sword in the air and charging at the cocky warrior. Dias smirked and slammed his sword into the ground. A wave of dark blue flames enveloped the charging warrior, knocking him to the ground. The announcer's voice once again filled the stadium.
"The winner of this year's Tournament of Arms, for the second year in a row, is Dias Flac!!" Behind him, the crowd went wild, cheering as loudly as ever. Dias walked over to where Vincent lay and held out his hand to him.
"Nice fight kid, I almost broke a sweat. Don't feel bad, I was born with a sword in my hand," Dias said.
Vincent stared coldly at Dias, ignoring the offered hand and getting to his feet on his own. "You got lucky, Flac. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some important business to attend to." Vincent ran out of the stadium while the King of Lacour walked up to Dias.
"Congratulations my boy! Another good show! I'm beginning to see why the monsters of El never had a chance!" the king said, offering his hand to Dias in congratulations.
Dias chuckled, thinking to himself about what had really happened in El. He stuck his hand out to shake the king's hand, but something on the ground caught his eye. Ignoring the king, he bent over and picked up the strange object. "Vincent..." Dias said simply, running out of the stadium after the youth. The king stared after him, quite annoyed. "Well, that certainly was rude," he commented.