Blackrock Mountain
Date Unknown
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Leonhard cuts down his opponent with ease and the crowd claps. He had just survived his third match. Leonhard shakes the sweat from his brow and looks around. The announcer says something to the crowd, the Leonhard is led out of the arena. He is led to a waiting area, where other duelists lounge, talking and resting and practicing. Leonhard could, of course, not understand them, so he simple practices and worksout while he waits for whatever comes next, whether that be another match, or him returning to his cell.
After a couple hours pass, two guards come to get Leonhard, and they lead him up to the arena once more. He steps into the pit, and a human fighter is led out. This was the first fight Leonhard had against a humanoid combatant. The previous had been beasts. Readying himself for a fight, Leonhard watches the man, gauging him. His opponent was better armored, wearing full plate. Leonhard sighed. He looks at the announcer as the announcer speaks to the crowd. Finally, the bell rings for the battle to begin.
His opponent circles Leonhard, looking for an opening. Leonhard of course, exposed nothing. He watches his opponent, daring him to attack. The moment seems to draw on for an eternity, although in reality. It was less than half a minute. The man charges Leonhard, readying his axe. Leonhard side steps as he tosses his sword, catching it by the blade and slamming the crossguard like a warhammer into the opponent's side. Leonhard's opponent shouts in pain, likely having broken a few ribs. Leonhard kicks the man away. The man stumbles, then turns to face Leonhard once more. The man attacks once more. As he moves, Leonhard drops his sword down so he is gripping the base of the blade. As the man raises his axe to attack, Leonhard steps in, stomping the man's heel. The stomp forces the man to lurch forward and Leonhard drives the pommel of his sword up into the man's helmet. His foot pinned, the man falls flat on his ass, crying out in pain from the blow that left his helmet dented and his nose broken. Blood leaked out the helmet as the man looks at Leonhard, who now had his sword at the man's neck. Leonhard looks at the crowd, which is cheering now. The announcer says something. After which, the crowd begins giving thumbs down as they cheer. Finally, the announcer does the same. Leonhard looks at the man.
"Sorry mate." Leonhard says apologetically, before cutting the man's life short. The crowd cheers once more. Deciding to play with the crowd a bit, Leonhard bows. The announcer says something, and then Leonhard is once again led out of the arena. His weapon is taken from him and then Leonhard is led to his cell. Leonhard simply plops down on his pile of straw and stares at the ceiling until sleep takes him as he wonders how long he had been here, and how long he will be here.