Áskell vs Artorias

Artorias was thrilled to have bested his first opponent in the tournament, pride and accomplishment swelling his heart in his chest. He had smiled to his family and to Briar, accepting the declaration of victory with grace as he exited the arena to wait for the next round. He had shaken most of the dirt off of his fur from his scuffle with Úlfr, but some dust still clung to his lighter fur. Going into round two, Artorias knew he would have to be even more prepared and focused. He would be taking on a champion as well now.

When his name was called for the second round of eliminations, he entered the ring with much of the same humbleness and focus he had the first time. He eyed his opponent from across the arena, smirking at the grin and wink from the smaller boy. He liked the good attitude he had; it would make the fight all the more friendly and fun. Taking his position cross from his opponent, Artorias squared his legs, lowered his body, and narrowed his eyes. A silent prayer was whispered to whatever gods were watching him, and he hoped his mother could see him from wherever she was beyond death. Shooting a grin back, he nodded to the other yearling. Round two had begun.

"Artorias" | Thoughts