Bully

The line was finally fading and they were now first. 

"Next." The guard called.

'We are lucky this tournament is going on, we would have been fucked if not.' Luther thought as he approached the guards. 

The guard looked at him and sighed. 

"I came to sign up for the tournament." He said.

"Uh huh." The guard wasn't even looking at him anymore. "Name?" He asked, pulling out a form.

"Luther," he replied, standing tall.

The guard scribbled his name on the form. "Any special abilities or weapons?"

"Just my sword," he said, patting the weapon at his side.

The guard looked him up and down with little interest, then stamped the form. "You're registered for the qualifiers. Take this." He handed him a simple black wristband. "This shows you're a tournament participant. Don't lose it."

He slipped it on his wrist, feeling the cool material against his skin.