Duskmon wrote:Ben took his helmet off as he left the ring "Blue you are in serious need of a weapon correct?" He asked although he didn't need an answer. He reached into his enchanted bag and pulled out a vibrant blue sword that was cold to the touch "It is a rare sword called the icebrand. If your strike hits your opponent then it may cast a blizzara as well." He said holding the hilt out towards her "Consider it a token of my appreciation towards the generosity you've shown me."
Blue looked at the sword that Ben pulled out of his seemingly endless bag and shook her head. "I guess I'll take it, but it goes against my fighting elements." She noted, exchanging weapons with the knight. The Icebrand, while possibly rare where Ben came from, was like Kain's Lance where it had been replicated so many times that you couldn't walk into a sword-smith without seeing one on display. Grabbing the hilt and pulling the sword out from it's sheath, she examined the markings for a maker. The blade itself, while kept sharp, was faded with age and its once elegant designs were reduced to obscure blobs that she couldn't make out. The weapon was a lot smaller than her Kwigon Blade, meaning her Pugilist abilities would be reduced along with it. However, it's size also brought on the ability to work in tighter, using her bullying fighting style to its advantage.
"How nice would it be to see you guys find yourselves deep in this tournament." Bugle mused, ruffling his son's hair. "I can see it now: Bonga Bugle funded clan takes home tourney's highest prize." He added with his familiar narcissism and selfishness. "I like the ring to that... especially the first part."
"We wouldn't have had to if it weren't for the fact the Prima Dona here spent so much money on clothes." Gaz explained, jabbing a finger at the clan's resident Blue Mage. He turned his gaze to Jelly, who quietly brought up the rear. "You are going to replace me for the next battle... my knees are killing me." He sighed, collapsing on the bench that they had left their things at. Fighting spectators whistled and cheered as they saw the victors.
"If you guys keep putting on a show like last fight, it probably wouldn't matter if you win or lose." Bonga giggled.