Blues Zero X
Chapter 7: Tournament Laws
"Rave?" came a voice from next to him as Rave hopped out of the rejuvination chamber.
"Ya?" Rave replied. Rave turned and saw another dragoon standing before him. On the helmet of this dragoon was a chrest that looked similar to his own.
"My commanding officer, Klaymoor, informed me that you would want this information. In but a day is a large tournament being held in the citie above here. If you stick around untill then, Master Klaymoor has informed me that you would be gauranteed a position in the line up." During his speech he stayed completely still, except for the obvious moving of his mouth.
"Hmm," Rave mumbled as he thought to himself. "Alright, go tell Klaymoor I'm up for it."
"Yes, sir," the dragoon said as he saluted and walked off. Rave looked down at his shiney new boots and hit the heel of his right boot to the side of the left boot. "Hmm, I was given these for some reason... wonder if they do anything. Let's go find out!" Rave quickly ran off toward the Water Temple that he was at earlier. He quickly dashed forward and was surprised to find that there was still energy surging thorugh his boots. He dashed forward again, then tried to dash upward. He was flung upward about fifty feet as he succedded. "Wow," he proclaimed to himself as he landed gracefully.
"Well, if I'm correct..." He jumped up into the air and was amazed when he went about one hundred feet higher than he normally did. He tried jumping again and went up another hundred feet. He looked down and could see everything from the top of the Water Temple to the town about one fourth of a mile to his left. He landed gracefully once again and smiled while he continued his sentence, "... I have all of his dragoon like abilities."
He turned and started walking back toward the village having a bit more pride in his new boots. He went back through the tunnel and past the humanoid he fought before. Upon reaching the town above, he saw a large crowd amassing around a very open area. He walked up to it and noticed Klaymoor in the crowd. Klaymoor turned and began walking toward Rave.
"Greetings, outlaw." Klaymoor said, extending his arm in a sign of friendship. Rave took his hand and shook it in response. "So is that what I'm known to you as?"
"Until you prove to me otherwise, then yes." Klaymoor paused for a second, but then continued. "All right, I've seen the upcoming roster. You were guaranteed a spot so you're automatically in the fight and do not need to be in the warm up rounds, which are already over. There are twelve fighters in all. The order in which you fight will be determined by lots and then put onto a normal pyramid roster of fighters. The fighters are yourself, Booster, Axe, Spike Spiegel, Dart, Lavitz, Haschel, Rose, Meru, Cloud Strife, Lloyd, and Proto Neiko. All of these combatants you should fear, for they are the strongest this side of the world."
Rave turned around when the sound of a badly out of check speaker slammed into his ear. "Attention all combatants: Please report to the ring immediately. Repeat: Will all combatants report to the ring immediately." Rave turned away from Klaymoor and looked to the ring, "I guess I'd better head over there. So how come you're not in the tournament?" Rave turned back to Klaymoor and looked at the human/reploid hybrid like him.
Klaymoor smiled and looked to the ground, "I need more training, so I don't think I'm strong enough yet for this fight."
"What a second," Rave exclaimed, "you're stronger than I am! So why am I in the fight and not you?"
"Easy, you need a LOT more training. So I figured that pitting you against fighters who are twice as strong as you would be good." Klaymoor looked back up at him and smiled.
"Bastard..." Rave said and walked off toward the ring. He stood behind the other fighters and listening to the mindless drabble of the announcer. "Welcome, all of you. You are the strongest fighters on this side of the known world. Allow me to take this time to say that I am honoured to see you all here today." He gestured toward the crowed area and continued, "The fight will begin tomorrow morning at eight AM. You must all be here or you will be automatically disqualified. And now you may go rest or do whatever it is you all do. I bid you all farewell untill the morning." With that, he turned and left the vicinity. Rave turned and did the same. He looked about for Klaymoor but saw nothing.
He shook his head a bit and walked to the nearest bar to drown his sorrows and hardships. He walked in the bar and looked around. There was hardly a soul in the whole room as Rave walked to the counter. "Gimme a Scotch Whiskey."
"Yes, sir," said a small bartender very sheepishly. He quickly mixed together Rave's beverage and gave it to him. "It's free of charge, sir. A-all fighters drink here free."
"Well, thanks, pal. Thanks a bunch." Rave said as he rose the cool mug to his face.