Snippet #2151244

Shivir was there, crouched against the balcony railing fighting with the headache and hangover, this city was one of the places he traveled for no reason and never stayed long enough to know the name of the streets, providence brought him right in time of the tournament so everyone was in a festive mood, the same festive atmosphere that made him did something stupid while he was drunk: register as a participant for the Power Wielder tournament.

Of course he had the possibility and the intention to quit, at least until he saw one of the prizes reserved for the winner, apart from the ridiculous things as money and fame was the opportunity to meeting face to face with the king, the same bastard who stupidly waved to the idiots that cheered him, the same damned man that sent the Seekers to recruit him and ended up killing his wife, even if his hate didn't bound him to a blind search of revenge he wouldn't waste the opportunity that the tournament presented.

The announcer introduced the first fighters: a boy and a girl, Shivir stood and looked at the arena, the boy had the appearance of a martial artist or maybe a brawler, the girl instead was more along the lines of indirect attacks perhaps was more focused on the use of her element to confirm it he just have to see them fight, for now the only thing that was certain was that they were quite skilled, half of those in the balcony were small fry and the biggest threat is was with the king, The Commander Fang.

The mark on his back began to bother him at moments which never happened before and had him quite intrigued, he tried to touch it but slipped and almost fell off the balcony, so he was there hanging with his right hand while the left held his scythe wrapped in cloth, despite being uncomfortable that might be a good place to watch the fight so he made no effort to return to the balcony.