C72 Tournament (3)

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Gimme dem stones. Here is a riddle this time. A dagger thrust at my own heart, Dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, To the twisting of the blade. What am I? Enjoy the chapter!)

After my parents assured the boy's parents that nothing would happen to them, they seemed to calm down and see that we are a more relaxed noble family than what they imagined.

"Well, it's about time that I start the tournament. It was nice meeting you all, and good luck in your matches today." I say as I wave over my shoulder and exit the balcony.

With a quick teleport via Nova, I appear in the middle of the arena as usual. The crowd starts cheering before I could even say a word.

"Lady's and gentlemen, good morning." I address the crowd. "Today is a special day! The winner of the 70s section will be chosen! The matches will continue until the winner is decided!" I exclaim as I open my arms in a grand gesture. "The matches will begin in a moment. As usual, when your name is called, come to the arena for your match. May the odds be ever in your favor." I address the contestants and steal a line from the hunger games.

After my grand speech, I called out the names of the first two combatants. The first name I called wound up being the father of the boy from the balcony. His name is Thomas Winslow and he seemed to be the underdog of the remaining people in his section. Hopefully, he wins and that boy can be proud of his father. His opponent is a small man, but based on his past matches, he should never be underestimated. The little midget won all of his matches by making his opponent give up.

Now that wouldn't sound so bad if he didn't practically torture his opponents into submission. I can't stop him either, as he hasn't broken a single rule throughout the tournament. As long as he didn't cripple or kill his operation, there was nothing I could do. Some of the more stubborn sorts wouldn't go down easily and took a lot of convincing to give up. In the next tournament, I have to make a 'no torture' rule.

Thomas's wife must know this as I can see her and she looks terrified. His son doesn't look worried at all. His dad is the strongest after all. I can see some uncertainty in Thomas's face as he stares down his pint-sized opponent.

"Alright, the match officially starts the second disappear. Follow the rules and we will have no problems. Do you understand?" I look between both of them and they nod at my words. "Good, are both contestants ready?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Thomas says and bows to me for a moment.

His opponent merely nods at me and glares up at Thomas. I then look at Nova and nod. We disappear in a flash of fire, signaling the beginning of the match. I appear in my usual spot where both my parents are there and waiting. I sit beside them and turn my attention right back to the arena.

The second I disappeared the little midget dashed straight at Thomas. Both men are fighters, so this match will be fought in close quarters. Seeing the oncoming midget, Thomas draws the sword at his hip and enters a defensive stance. Before the midget gets into range, he reached into a small bag at his belt. He then pulls his hand out and flings sand into Thomas's eyes. The boy's father was caught completely off guard, and Thomas is blinded at the start of his fight.

"*sigh* That little guy is the dirtiest fighter I've ever seen." My mother says with the distaste audible in her tone.

"Yes, it's a shame that the match is going to end so soon." My father agrees with her.

"Well, I wouldn't count the man out just yet." I say as I peer over the balcony. "I'm sure he has something up his sleeve."

"We'll see." My father replies.

The second that the sand enters Thomas's eyes, he drops his sword and screams in pain grabbing his face. He falls to his knees and tries his hardest to remove the sand. His wife is crying and his son is staring at him with a look of concern. The crowd didn't seem to like it either, as they boo and jeer at the shorter contestant. Just the thought of something in my eyes makes them itchy. I do not envy that man right now. After throwing the sand, the midget stops and speaks to Thomas.

"Give up. You can't win now." He says with a vindictive smile.

"No..." Thomas mutters as his hands cling to his face.

"What did you say?"

"I said no! I'll fight blind if I have to." Thomas says with conviction.

"Alright, it's your funeral, not mine." He says and pulls out a hammer similar to Thor's from avengers. Except smaller seeing as he's smaller than Thor.

The midget raises the hammer and whacks Thomas across the arena. He skids across the floor and hits the sidewall. The midget leisurely walks over to him with a crooked smile. Thomas stands slowly with his eyes closed and enters a defensive stance. Without his sword, Thomas now has to fight barehanded.

As the midget gets closer to Thomas, I kept getting this feeling that Thomas would win somehow. When the midget was in the blind father's range, Thomas struck out and aimed a punch directly at the midgets stomach. The attack would have hit if his opponent didn't sidestep it. He then he n pulls back his hammer to smash Thomas across the arena yet again. Before the hammer hit its mark, Thomas sidestepped the attack and kicked his opponent directly in the chest. The kick sent the midget tumbling backward, and he dropped his hammer as well.

Is this guy going to daredevil his way through his match, or has he trained to fight blind somehow? The answer doesn't matter because the match just got extremely interesting. When Thomas sent the midget tumbling, the crowd exploded in cheer. Even my parents perked you a bit and paid more attention to the match. After being kicked back, the shorter of the two contestants stood up with fiery anger in his eyes. He seemed to have lost his temper and rushes at Thomas with a fury.

Thomas somehow senses his movement and counters his attack. They then send a fury of blows at one another. The two kept dodging each other's attacks. This continued until the midget tries to go for his hammer. Thomas must have sensed it and immediately attacked the opening his opponent gave him. Thomas punts his opponent directly in the ribs, as he dives to grab the hammer off the floor. The kick sends him rolling across the arena floor. Thomas swiftly runs after him and appears above his downed form.

"Sand in the eyes is a dirty trick, but I won't hold a grudge as it's within the rules given by his highness." Thomas says and kicks his opponent directly on the side of the head knocking him out.

I appear in the arena in a flash of fire and check to make sure he's knocked out.

"Lady's and gentlemen, the match has ended in a knockout. The winner is Thomas Winslow!"

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