Kingdom of Crestoria! 16
Grub laughs our loud but the sound is over powered by the cheers of the mob sitting on their seats shouting towards the princess who is still waiting fro Duncan to get ready.
“You sure looked surprised, so it kind of is. You better hurry, the longer you wait the angrier she gets and you do not want to feel her wrath. Good Luck Hero.”
Grub has his mind set on other things and walks over to the centre of the arena. Leaving Duncan in the dark of how he is to choose from all of this stuff.
He looks up to that small little turtle like dwarf fumbling a helmet in his hands, with the arena going silent with just the raise of his hands. The surprise has Duncan drop the helmet to the sandy floor and see it roll under his bench.
They all listen to Grub telling them folk why they had gathered. To see the princess test and fight the new hero who came to save Crestoria once again. On his hands and knees he looks for the dropped helmet but finds something completely different. In far corner behind the helmet laid something else. They all roared on the top of their lungs when he said they all waited to see the princess fight again as no one has ever defeated her.
It drew him in, to pick t up with out knowing why. Just compelled to see what this black sheen was.
The mat black was dull and rough like sandpaper but there was that glimmer. A shiny streak that went along the surface, though how would that have been possible. An arm length piece with a glove stuck to it. A green gem strapped between a piece of leather and the thin metal. No matter how he fiddled with the edges I wouldn’t budge as if it was fused to the metal.
Fingers slide easy into the glove and it fits like one to. Lightweight he could swing his arm left and right up and around. Still there was something else, a tingling feeling rushing through his arm pinching in his upper arm and shoulder. And there was that sheen again a shiny black glistening in his eyes.
“Oi You when you ready Hero, or is the hero scared of a girl?”
With out much further thought and sweating streams he picked up a dented up helmet and a short sword that didn’t seem to heavy for his gentle and weak nature. The only time he ever fought was with a controller in his hands and game monsters he could slay with a single strike. If it ever got tough than that there were buddies who helped him.
There he stood eye to eye with the princess in nothing but his clothes and a single piece of armor on his free arm. A sword that he could swing easy through the air. Still unsure of what to do he looked over to the girl takinga fighting stance.
“I do not want to fight here?” His voice begged for it to stop, his knees trembled as he spoke these words. “why are we doing this?”
to be continued…