Áskell vs Artorias

Áskell hadn’t expected to win his match and was thrilled when he was declared the victor. If his father really was watching from the spirit realm he hoped the man was proud of him. Of course now that he had won he had another match to go.

Áskell arrived at the ring for his next match. With a grin he set his defenses and winked at the other boy. He had to admit he was having a good time. Even if he didn’t win his second match he wanted to have a good showing and if he did win... oh he couldn’t wait to tell his brother, even if it meant letting the healer tinker with his wounds.