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"You don't get it Realm boy!"
Cearr replied with a wicked grin.
"Nobody cares about your pedigré, your accolades or whatever else you're dangling in front of our eyes! We are champions! Warriors! We are to be leading the charge in the war to end all wars! The only thing that truly matters is how well you can fight! So come on! Show us what you really got!"
Jet had half a mind about telling the blowhard off and turning his back to him. Unfortunately his Coadjutor informed him that this isn't exactly a situation where opting out is beneficial. This is simply a matter of face. No matter how he might spin it, how cleverly he could word his argument, the end result would be that he backed out of a challenge and would lose standing. Not to mention, judging by their expression, the Yozi are also quite keen on seeing what their newest acquisition can really do. So without any options left he hopped over the console, into the large, circular arena beneath their seats.
Upon landing he found that the floor was not solid like he expected. Instead it too was finely compacted silver sand that still moved around at his touch, despite how densely it was packed. Once he processed all that he looked up at his soon-to-be opponent who jumped into the ring as well. He seemed quite excited about the prospect of fighting as he was cracking his neck with one hand while rotating his other arm around to break it in.
"Jet. Be careful with this one."
"Thanks for the advice but I think I can handle a single brute."
"Yeah but this is not just any brute. He's Cearr, a member of the First. One of the five Green Sun Princes who've been chosen first by the Yozi. And they are pretty much the only group who formed a semi-permanent coven."
"Coven?"
"Think of it like the Sworn-Brotherhoods of your dynasty. Except these are usually temporary alliances, due to the limited number of princes, and last until an assigned mission is completed. But these ones are working together more-often than not."
"Good."
"Good?"
"I'm only fighting one of them. Meaning he'll have plenty of gaps the others usually cover for him."
"Yeah. About that-"
Cearr opened his left arm and from a flash of viridian fire a massive axe of tainted orichalcum appeared in his hand. Then the Slayer grinned and erupted with a glowing pillar of green essence that put to shame everything Jet had ever produced until now.
"His specialty is combat. Good luck."
"Shit..."
>Face him head on and try to match him in aggression
>Keep away and try to form a strategy to beat him
>Fight as dirty as possible to even the playing field
>Custom?
