For All It Revolves Around

V1: Duels are just getting started

As they watched a fight unfold, we began moving into a circle of people.

Their swift and agile punches were a testament to how much they had trained since childhood.

The blows that landed on each other were out of this world. They used their whole bodies to attack their opponents rather than simply using their fists or legs.

The soldiers roared excitedly, cheering their brother-in-arms until only one stood.

Nath began to applaud the fight. One by one, they all looked at him with such utter respect and saluted him.

"Now." Nath smiled and looked at everyone. "Christof." His voice brimmed with command.

"Yes?"

"Step in front."

Christof nodded.

He was one of the few taller guys in the group, but one thing was sure: he would be the one to watch in a room full of people.

His eyes stayed the same, never with an odd expression.

It always looked as if everything was disinterested, almost as if nothing mattered, but the scars on his arms showed something else: a warrior.

If I had to describe him in a word, Christof would be a warrior.

"You've been chosen to pick who you'd like to fight."

Christof nodded, looking at the three of us and examining us.

"You, " he pointed at me. I want to fight you."

I nodded, accepting his challenge, as I took off my armour.

"You do not need that; I'll still beat you either way."

I could hear Lusan snorting out a laugh.

"Okay... If you say so." I clenched my fist as if I was going to let some random person disrespect me like that.

He was confident he could still beat me in a hand-to-hand fight without any protection and be my guest.

His hair flowed to his shoulders, meaning he had a couple of victories under his belt; I would not underestimate him in any way possible.

I raised my fist, ready to begin our fight.

"No killing." Nath declared, "It's only until the other opponent gives up. Is that clear?"

"Yes." We both stated in unison as Nath nodded.

"Then you may begin."

The crowd began to cheer, with Christof's friends cheering him on, as we began to circle one another.

Still, not a slight facial expression was to be read on his face.

I didn't know what to feel in this situation, but I would have to re-

WHOOSH!

When I felt a breeze pass my ear, my eyes widened ever so slightly.

So fast

I barely managed to dodge that attack, and before I knew it, he had kicked my legs, trying to get me off balance, but I managed to regain my balance.

The crowd's cheers grew even louder—almost deafening—which didn't help my performance much.

My brain was on overload, thinking of what I could do to take on him successfully.

Fight

WHOOSH!