Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
The thud of the giant falling to the floor vibrated through the soles of his feet—the only gong this fighting pit responded to. Kaisel slowly rose to his full height, wrapped fists lifted in triumph as the darkness roared. Part of it cried out merely for the spectacle, content to see anyone bloodied, a thirst quenched only here. The other part though, it roiled, the growl of emptying pockets echoing from men who had bet on size and strength, thinking it a sure win.
Kaisel felt great. This was not his first victory, and while he'd suffered his share of losses, a win was always invigorating. Yet this was more than just the rising pride inside him. It was a second wind unlike any other. His breath was still clipped and deep, but energy coiled inside him like a gathering storm, a heat having settled into his skin in the same way a warm bath held you after a long and cold day. All his sneaking around to train down here was paying off. He was god's damned near invincible now. This would make the Dragoons notice him and assign him worthwhile missions. He knew it had been a genius plan. "ANOTHER ONE!" he roared to the gameskeeper, thumping his chest, residual blood flecking his shirt from his fist.
The crowd swayed with anticipation, but the gameskeeper glanced to a corner. There was a pause, a judgment being drawn in the dark. Unnoticed by most, someone there nodded. A silent exchange passed between a select few in the know, and all the while Kaisel soaked in the revelry of the crowd, trotting around the ring with infallible self-assuredness.
The ring shuddered as a new opponent hopped in, knife glinting at certain angles as she lunged forward. The blade wiped the grin from Kaisel's face as he quickly stepped back, hands snapping up in defense, teeth clenched. "What the fu-" his words cut off as he was forced to duck, her arm whistling past with the whine of the steel against the air. Her other hand thrust out and struck the side of his head, sending a sharp ringing through his ear as he spun, elbow driving into her side in passing. He pivoted sharply, one foot snaking between hers to upset her balance while his elbow followed through to finish the job. Her knife wouldn't mean shit as long as he floored her.
Kaisel felt great. This was not his first victory, and while he'd suffered his share of losses, a win was always invigorating. Yet this was more than just the rising pride inside him. It was a second wind unlike any other. His breath was still clipped and deep, but energy coiled inside him like a gathering storm, a heat having settled into his skin in the same way a warm bath held you after a long and cold day. All his sneaking around to train down here was paying off. He was god's damned near invincible now. This would make the Dragoons notice him and assign him worthwhile missions. He knew it had been a genius plan. "ANOTHER ONE!" he roared to the gameskeeper, thumping his chest, residual blood flecking his shirt from his fist.
The crowd swayed with anticipation, but the gameskeeper glanced to a corner. There was a pause, a judgment being drawn in the dark. Unnoticed by most, someone there nodded. A silent exchange passed between a select few in the know, and all the while Kaisel soaked in the revelry of the crowd, trotting around the ring with infallible self-assuredness.
The ring shuddered as a new opponent hopped in, knife glinting at certain angles as she lunged forward. The blade wiped the grin from Kaisel's face as he quickly stepped back, hands snapping up in defense, teeth clenched. "What the fu-" his words cut off as he was forced to duck, her arm whistling past with the whine of the steel against the air. Her other hand thrust out and struck the side of his head, sending a sharp ringing through his ear as he spun, elbow driving into her side in passing. He pivoted sharply, one foot snaking between hers to upset her balance while his elbow followed through to finish the job. Her knife wouldn't mean shit as long as he floored her.
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
