- Weapons only!
- Battle is over when one person gives up, or no HP left
- Each post besides Intro posts need to exceed 250 words bruh
Nazaki stood impatiently on the other side of the Arena as his sword remained sheathed on his waist. The Arena was a total of 50 meters long and 50 meters wide, providing the perfext square for two mages to fight. For Nazaki, he was on his fifth round and it was safe to say that he had become a bit addicted to battle. His face remained nonchalant as the crowd continued to scream and go crazy. "Dammit, where is this guy..." The white haired mage then proceeded to pic his nose. Patience, Nazaki. You'll feed your blade soon enough. Naz then flicked the possible booger on his hand before digging in his pocket for hand sanitizer. "Well that's easy for you to say, you're not the one fighting dammit.". Suddenly Nazaki began to hear the elevator from the other side of the arena. Finally.