Aha. I haven't written here enough T_T
Hello again all! As you may (or may not) have noticed, I haven't written in a long time. That's due to school, projects, homework, and OH MY GAWD I'M IN TWO MUSICALS O_O
Yeah.
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The six of them headed off to the Main Hall, along with the large bustling crowd. Teens of almost every country walked along the large corridors, clad in their dresses and suits. Wing could almost immediately tell which person was from what country. Some were so easy, since their flag was literally printed on their clothes.
After a short walk, everyone was able to fit in to the large hall. An air of ease passed through the room, as people chatted casually to each other. Some boisterous laughs here, some snips of conversations there. It was if they were all at a party.
As Wing saw all this, someone tapped his shoulder.
"Oh, hey Nigel." He said happily, and the older man smiled. "Nice to see you too, Wing he replied.
"The guides were required to give each competitor an insignia. Of their country." Nigel added, handing him a small red sun. at that moment, Wing noticed the other competitors being surrounded by guides as well. He smiled.
"Thanks Nigel." He said, pinning it onto his vest. Nigel smiled, and scooted back to the sides with the other guides.
When everyone settled down, Maximilian Nero clambered onto the platform, and edged nearer to the microphone.
"Good morning all!" he said cheerfully. "Today is a bright new day, and everyone is at their best. Hopefully enough, all of you had a good breakfast, and are ready to listen to this man ramble for one whole hour."
Everyone laughed at this point. Nero raised a hand, and everyone quieted down.
"Don't worry," he said. "This won't take long."
"As everyone knows, this program, Battala de Paz, began after the Bloodred Midnight War, or rather, the Midnight Massacre." Everyone shuddered. "That horrible war that raged for five years, and yet, the worst of it happened in one night. An entire refugee camp with the population of at least twenty million was massacred by a single army. All those horrible deaths, at midnight. The man in charge of all those terrifying deaths was arrested, and put to death. He'd gone crazy with power and blood by then." There was a nod of agreement that spread all over the room, some bringing grim faces. A number of the participants were relatives of the dead.
"Today, and for the next six months, all of you will battle each other for your country's honor. Not to the death, no. Never. You will only fight for honor. Also, with all our activities, I assure you that you will make friends, creating bonds with countries you may not have expected. This is a program of peace. To replace war. This is Battala de Paz."
As he finished, everyone clapped with a gusto. The speech had a ring of repetitiveness, of former usage, but that didn't mean that it didn't work. Everyone loved it.
Everyone quieted down again, as Nero caught their attention.
"Today, we will have our very first battle. Each fighter is chosen, not randomly, but according to the level of their skills. Each will have an even opponent, of a different country. The first fight will be expected, of course, but the rest will come rather suddenly. The fighters could be anywhere, any time. There is no limit to what could happen. All of the insignias you have been given are actually small alarms. You are required to wear them at all times, no matter what. When they ring, you will have to fight. There will be a five minute waiting time, wherein our precious guides will hand you your weapons. Then, you will have to fight."
"When one of the competitors either falls unconscious, or they concede, we will announce the winner all over the Island. We may also interrupt a fight if it goes too far. Usually, a competitor only fights once, but if it goes to it, they may have to fight more than just once. However, the graceful losers will not leave the Island at once. They will stay for the six months that everyone is staying in. They will make friends with everyone, as I hope."
"There are specialized training areas where everyone can sharpen their abilities at ay given time. There will also be challenge rooms. Each room has a specific terrain where you can train as well. they may vary from small villages to large bustling cities, or even heavy jungles."
There was the quietest of silences, where not even Nero said anything. Suddenly, two piercing beeps came from both sides of the room.
"Let the games begin." He said, smiling.
Everyone was signaled to back off. Large as the room was everyone still had to squeeze in to the sides, to give the fighters some space. All of the people there had a good view of the fighters, as their information flashed onto the screen.
A tall, lanky boy walked onto the floor, with a twinge of anxiety on his face. According to the screen, he was a sixteen year old boy by the name of Kent Fresco. He held a pair of daggers in his hand, and he had extras in a small pouch bag at his side.
The other competitor was Billie.
"Go Billie!" Maya screamed, and her sister threw a death glare at her. Maya just grinned.
"You're set on embarrassing your sister, aren't you." Otto said, and Maya nodded. "That's what sisters do, after all." She replied.
The five minute waiting time was over; one of them had to take the first step.
That's when Kent disappeared.
"What the?!" exclaimed Shelby. Everyone was confused. However, Wing just smiled.
"He's that fast." He muttered, as a blur appeared right behind Billie. He was going to hit her right in the neck, to knock her out.
That was when she wasn't hit.
Her dodge was nothing special; Billie even looked bored when she did so. She simply moved to the left, and Kent almost fell onto the floor.
"It'd be best if you didn't show your specialties at first." Said Billie. "It'll make you easy to beat."
Kent growled. Billie smirked.
"And it's even worse to show your weak points. It makes you completely open to any attack." She said, and he struck at her wildly.
He missed.
"So he's prone to becoming wild when he's insulted." Wing said. Maya nodded. "Billie's mostly good at observing. She's mostly the reconnaissance type, but she's still very good at fighting." She said, as Billie dodged yet another wild throw.
Kent had started to cool down, standing there in a fighting position. But from the look in his eyes, he was dazed.
Billie disappeared.
Yet another round of "Where did she go?" rang throughout the room. Kent was distracted at this, his head swiveling on his neck.
Billie reappeared, and jabbed her weapon, two rattan sticks, into one of his pressure points. Kent fainted.
There was a small moment of confusion that was broken, when Maya cheered her sister on again.
Everyone cheered for Billie; even she couldn't death-glare all those people. So she just smiled, and went near Maya.
She hit her on the head.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. "What was that for?!"
"You know what that was for." Billie replied irritatedly. Before Maya could retort, Kent suddenly stood up, awake, and approached Billie.
There was a short moment of tenseness, until Kent shook her hand.
"You're a good fighter." He said, and Billie smiled. "So are you." She said happily. "You've been the best fighter I've met so far."
At this, Kent suddenly smiled, and as he went back to his friends, there was a lighter flounce in his step.
Maya looked at her sister.
"You lied—"
"Yep."
Huh. I have nothing to say.
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