kingsdog

What does it truly mean to be a martial artist, what is hidden in the world, what course should he take. Nameless and forgotten life has taught him little more than how to lift his fists. He resigned himself to the undesired work. However luck began to smile, as a upheaval took him away to begin a new life. Yet one should never forget the treacherousness of the world.

Devil's Downfall

"Will the next combatants come up."

Snake walked up with his hat tipped down, from the other side came up a lanky man wearing super heavy armor.

"My name is Yash Kay, second in command of our knights, I am known in the east as the Young Tiger. "

"I see, yes Author. Let the match begin."

Yash in heavy armor marched towards him. Snake's mouth opened.

"None of you dare speak." Lynx commanded.

"Are you able to breathe?" Snacks' hoarse voice asked.

He started to gasp, Yash clawed at his neck.

He yanked his helmet off his head, his long black hair dangled over his eyes. His face grew blue. From the stands others began to gasp.

Instantly Yash stopped choking and so did everyone else.

Yash searched the stage but he couldn't find him, he stood up in a rush readying himself for battle. This looked like lunacy to the crowd because most could see Snake casually walking up to him. Snake puts his mouth next to Yash's ear.

"End of match two, the Rhine mercenary company will progress to the next bracket."

"You guys can speak again." Lynx informed.

"Just a little bit of heresy, one might call it Devil magic."