The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Sun Verses Earth
The first match of the tournament put Soltair against Levin, the Earth Hero. Both wore gleaming plate mail and used swords, although Levin favored the heavy broadsword opposed to Soltair's long sword. Even from the beginning, it was clear Levin didn't hold up well against the Sun Hero, and was always on the losing end of exchanges.
"Is that all you have?" Soltair asked, jumping back to gain some distance. "And here I thought we could put on a show!"
Levin grunted, not taking his eyes off his opponent. As Soltair's feet touched the ground some twenty feet away, the Earth Hero brought his foot down hard, his stomp releasing a wave of mana into the ground. Although it was only a fourth-circle spell, the fact that the martially focused hero did it chantless was extremely impressive.