The day was bright but windy, the baking sun's rays managing to still have an affect on Irene's temperament-- despite the chilled air. The girl walked along at a brisk pace, her hair hanging down, the tips still damp from her shower only an hour earlier. According to a few mages she had exchanged insults with in Talonia, there was an arena around here some where-- and the mages who participated could smash Irene into the ground. Shrugging at that possibility, the young mage continued on her way until an enormous building loomed in the distance, hovering over the nearby stores and restaurants. The raven haired girl paused in her travel and glanced up at the structure, continuing on her way after a brief moment. The building itself wasn't at all intimidating, and she was positive that her opponents would be the same; even if it wasn't Irene's style to underestimate her enemies, she was sure that none could possibly pose a threat.
Several minutes later, the girl stepped into the building, blinking at the abrupt change from the bright outdoor sunlight to artificially lit rooms. Irene glanced around, debating whether to scout her opponents to find the more powerful ones-- ultimately, she entered her name into a raffle, deciding that even if a random opponent may not pose the greatest challenge, she also wouldn't have any sort of advantage over him or her. The butterfly girl might not have been the most honorable of mages, but she disliked the thought of cheating in any way Upon signing the last few papers, which she hadn't bothered to look over, Irene walked over to a nearby set of bleachers, waiting for her name to be called. There seemed to be several battles going on at once-- this arena held more than one area, and the girl wondered absentmindedly which she and her opponent would end up fighting in.
After waiting for a decent period of time, at least a half an hour, her name was called over the loudspeaker, along with that of a stranger. The mage didn't bother to mark down the name in her memory-- she could always ask while facing her opponent, either before, after, or during-- if she thought it was worth it, of course. The girl recalled the number of the area which had been announced along with the pair's names. Arena 1E, huh? she thought, scanning the numbers which were pinned above the areas, hanging from the ceiling in a banner type fashion. Eventually the mage made her way over to one of the larger areas in the corner, slipping inside after proving that she was Irene. The area within wasn't particularly interesting... a medium to soft sandy floor, with a wide, arching ceiling. The sides were made of enchanted glass, which wasn't able to break-- after all, onlookers could be hurt if it was. And even if the arena owners and staff didn't mind, being blamed for permanent injuries from wayward magic was never a desirable thing.
Several minutes later, the girl stepped into the building, blinking at the abrupt change from the bright outdoor sunlight to artificially lit rooms. Irene glanced around, debating whether to scout her opponents to find the more powerful ones-- ultimately, she entered her name into a raffle, deciding that even if a random opponent may not pose the greatest challenge, she also wouldn't have any sort of advantage over him or her. The butterfly girl might not have been the most honorable of mages, but she disliked the thought of cheating in any way Upon signing the last few papers, which she hadn't bothered to look over, Irene walked over to a nearby set of bleachers, waiting for her name to be called. There seemed to be several battles going on at once-- this arena held more than one area, and the girl wondered absentmindedly which she and her opponent would end up fighting in.
After waiting for a decent period of time, at least a half an hour, her name was called over the loudspeaker, along with that of a stranger. The mage didn't bother to mark down the name in her memory-- she could always ask while facing her opponent, either before, after, or during-- if she thought it was worth it, of course. The girl recalled the number of the area which had been announced along with the pair's names. Arena 1E, huh? she thought, scanning the numbers which were pinned above the areas, hanging from the ceiling in a banner type fashion. Eventually the mage made her way over to one of the larger areas in the corner, slipping inside after proving that she was Irene. The area within wasn't particularly interesting... a medium to soft sandy floor, with a wide, arching ceiling. The sides were made of enchanted glass, which wasn't able to break-- after all, onlookers could be hurt if it was. And even if the arena owners and staff didn't mind, being blamed for permanent injuries from wayward magic was never a desirable thing.
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