Vergil Crawford - Champion's of The Tempest Tournament Arena - Uegan
Vergil had watched fighters come and go from the arena, some with the applause of the crowd, whilst others left in body bags. After watching the Vessel's fight, it was time for Vergil to enter the arena. His opponent seemed to be a young man, early twenties, dressed in leather armour. The man's sword looked like it was about to slip out of his hands, obviously he wasn't experienced in swordplay. Vergil decided to question this.
"Tell me, what good is a man with a sword, if he cannot wield it properly?" Vergil asked his opponent sarcastically, keeping his mouth hidden from view, he then laughed.
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How dare you insult me, you honour less rouge." The man replied with, somehow drawing up courage.
"Honour less? My good man, just because I am rogue, doesn't mean I am without a sense of decency. Have you ever heard the expression
'Honour Among Thieves'?" Vergil replied with, sounding hurt at the insult. He then asked his own question
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I have not in the slightest, perhaps you should teach me, if you win that is." The man replied with a snide remark.
It seems that the crowd were getting restless, they came to see a fight, not a debate, if there is any difference between the two.
"It looks as if we have bored the crowd. Enough talk, have at you!" Vergil responded to the crowd's unpleasant mood, and charged at his opponent.
Vergil and the man then engaged in combat, which looked as if it lifted the crowds spirits. To give his opponent an easier time, Vergil only used basic sword techniques. Despite this however, he still had the advantage over his opponent. After about five minutes, the man, who he learned to be called Damien, had managed to bring their swords to a lock.
"Impressive, who'd of thought a talentless man such as yourself, would be able to pull off this maneuver." Vergil remarked, both complimenting and insulting Damien at the same time, a weak smile appearing on his face.
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Thank you, I must say, your rather talented for a thief. Who taught you?" Damien responded with, and then asked a question of his own.
"Myself actually. However there is one rule you must remember. Keep your eyes on the other hand of your opponent." Vergil replied with, as he picked up a handful of sand of the arena floor.
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What the?" Damien replied with, confused at what Vergil just said, he was then hit in the face with a handful of sand, causing him to stagger and break the lock.
Vergil used his opportunity to deliver a punch to the Damien's chest, knocking him over. He then placed a sword to the neck of his downed opponent. As Damien came to, he could feel at blade at this throat.
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Go ahead, kill me." Damien said as he coughed out the last few bits of sand.
"No. As I said, I'm not without honour, and will not kill and helpless opponent." Vergil remarked as he turned to the crowd, who were cheering him on.
"People of the arena, let this, excuse of a swordsman go. He does not deserve a place in the Champion's order, nor a death." Vergil called to them, asking them to spare Damien's life. However he didn't notice that during his speech, Damien had gotten up, and brang his sword up on high, ready to deliver the killing blow to Vergil.
As the sword came down, Vergil reacted, quickly turning around, and blocking the blade with his left bracer. He then plunged his wrist blade into Damien's heart.
"That on the other hand does deserve death." Vergil cruelly remarked as Damien fell to the floor. The crowd cheered Vergil in victory as he made his way to where other successful combatants went. Within the separate building, sat other fighters who had won their respective bouts. It was there he spotted Vessel sitting alone, and thought he'd make himself known.
"Well, that was a fun match."
