Chapter 6
After sprinting away from the crowd, I stopped by the clothes shop to pick up a gray robe to keep myself from being noticed so much, but hadn't put it on yet. I then crossed the street to the bar, I saw Ivy being shoved out by, presumably, the barkeep. Her hair was ruffled and she had her sword in its whip form gripped tightly by her pale hand. Her eyes were filled with a blazing anger.
"Don't come back here again, harlot!" The door slammed shut.
I ran to her side. "What happened?"
"I got in a bar fight. Someone grabbed me, and now the little bastard's unconscious and missing an arm."
I slapped my hand to my forehead. "So, it's look but don't touch with you, hm?"
"Depends on the person touching." Ivy moved her eyes up and down my body. "Nice armor."
"Thanks, but if you feel so much like fighting, maybe you should join the tournament getting ready to start. I just got challenged to it, and I don't back down from challenges. So, you interested?"
"I think I will." Ivy responded in a defiant tone. "Where do we sign up?"
"It's just a hunch, but maybe it's the huge towering coliseum right over there."