A resounding THWAK rung through the park, as a rather large man was sent back onto his rear, griping his head. The man, had risked to insult his opponent, a raven haired young man, for being a guildless mage, stating the guildless were often just as bad as any of the dark mages. To this, the young mage retaliated with a few... words, then the man struck at him, which allowed the young man a reason to strike back.
What happened, was that when the man insulted the guildless as a whole, the raven haired man noted that a man with no talent and that would likely eat himself into a heart attack was worse than the swine of a farm's stalls. The man, took offence, which the young mage took as invitation to fight. However when the fight started, the young man held a big grin on his face and the chains that wrapped around his waist sprung to life, the chains, where in fact a weapon a few knew as a Meteor star, a set of chains with a weight on either end, typically used by rather unorthodox fighters.
The man grasped the chains with his right hand just before one of said spherical weights, and spun it over his head, the chains moving unnaturally fast as they thwapped the man in his left arm, knocking him down on his rear. But the young man wasn't finished, as he whipped his right hand and pulled the other end of the chain back towards himself, grabbing it from the air with his left hand and smiling, a twinkle in his eye as spectators gathered round*"To insult guildless mages as a whole, is a very brave... and stupid move. Do not stand up, or I will strike again swine."* The young man said with his blue eyes sparkling. in truth he wanted the man to stand, or to even bring about his own allies so he could have more fun, but the man simply sat on the ground, a furrow in his brow, sweat dripping from his bald sweaty head.
The man frowned, and gave a light tsk. He turned his back to the man and walked on through the large park. The normal people of this world had no spine, unlike those of Nazo. There, you had to be prepared to stand up. There, not standing up for something was as bad as being dead. Not that the people of Fiore seemed to know that.
The young man walked some distance, nearing the other side of the rather large park, his chains wrapping themselves around his waist again as he felt the wind pass lightly then halt again. The wind was weak today. This world was weak. He sighed, and looked up a small tree, couldn't have been more than ten feet high, and he produced a knotted club from thin air, and tossed it into the tree.
After this, to some it would seem he had vanished, but in truth, he had warped onto a tree branch, and grabbed the club, causing it to vanish again, before sitting on the said branch and resting his back against the trunk of the tree. Surely someone would relieve him of his boredom. He merely had to wait. Worst case, he would go make trouble for someone again.
What happened, was that when the man insulted the guildless as a whole, the raven haired man noted that a man with no talent and that would likely eat himself into a heart attack was worse than the swine of a farm's stalls. The man, took offence, which the young mage took as invitation to fight. However when the fight started, the young man held a big grin on his face and the chains that wrapped around his waist sprung to life, the chains, where in fact a weapon a few knew as a Meteor star, a set of chains with a weight on either end, typically used by rather unorthodox fighters.
The man grasped the chains with his right hand just before one of said spherical weights, and spun it over his head, the chains moving unnaturally fast as they thwapped the man in his left arm, knocking him down on his rear. But the young man wasn't finished, as he whipped his right hand and pulled the other end of the chain back towards himself, grabbing it from the air with his left hand and smiling, a twinkle in his eye as spectators gathered round*"To insult guildless mages as a whole, is a very brave... and stupid move. Do not stand up, or I will strike again swine."* The young man said with his blue eyes sparkling. in truth he wanted the man to stand, or to even bring about his own allies so he could have more fun, but the man simply sat on the ground, a furrow in his brow, sweat dripping from his bald sweaty head.
The man frowned, and gave a light tsk. He turned his back to the man and walked on through the large park. The normal people of this world had no spine, unlike those of Nazo. There, you had to be prepared to stand up. There, not standing up for something was as bad as being dead. Not that the people of Fiore seemed to know that.
The young man walked some distance, nearing the other side of the rather large park, his chains wrapping themselves around his waist again as he felt the wind pass lightly then halt again. The wind was weak today. This world was weak. He sighed, and looked up a small tree, couldn't have been more than ten feet high, and he produced a knotted club from thin air, and tossed it into the tree.
After this, to some it would seem he had vanished, but in truth, he had warped onto a tree branch, and grabbed the club, causing it to vanish again, before sitting on the said branch and resting his back against the trunk of the tree. Surely someone would relieve him of his boredom. He merely had to wait. Worst case, he would go make trouble for someone again.