Chapter 303: Weapon of Choice Part 1

Chapter 303: Weapon of Choice Part 1

Sylvie grumbled to herself as she paced back and forth past the weapons rack. The large array of weapons hung on the wooden racks, gleaming in the torchlight from their recent polishing. Freya watched her with a half-hearted smile. The crowds chanting reverberated over the tunnels walls. The sounds of thousands echoed faintly through the air.

You hear that? Freya pointed upwards. Thats the sound of youre running out of time. Try to hurry it up if you can.

Just a little longer, Sylvie muttered and kept perusing through the dozens of weapons.

Why is this so difficult for you? How many of those weapons do you even know how to use?

Enough to make the choice difficult, Sylvie shrugged.

Really? Freya asked skeptically.

I had a very thorough education growing up. I had countless tutors and instructors who taught me all sorts of things, not the least of which was the art of weapons.

Yeah, I can relate. Not to the weapons part I only ever learned to wield the hammer but the rest sounds pretty familiar. I used to stay up past midnight most days, learning about trade routes and mercantile practices. Ugh, it was exhausting, Freya shivered in recollection. But the worst had to be learning about magic before my magic even awakened. Its so weird trying to learn about your mana flow when you dont even have one yet.

I actually liked my magic training, Sylvie smiled softly. Sure, sometimes there were boring instructors and lectures, but other times my dad taught me instead. Hes a pretty busy guy, always juggling one responsibility or another, he barely ever has time for himself, but he always somehow found time to teach me. It was nice, just me and him. I missed those days.

He sounds like a cool dad.

Yeah, I guess. Hes usually pretty patient even when I tried to get him angry, Sylvie chuckled.

Because Im unworthy? Diane sneered and grabbed her blades.

No, Id at least usually have fun defeating an uptight orc like you. No, this match wont be interesting because itll be too easy. All thanks to those couple of swords you carry around like an idiot. I mean honestly, a sword is a terrible weapon as it is, overused and often impractical, but two of them? Its like you're signing your own death sentence.

Is that what your haughty instructors taught you? Diane dragged the tips of her blades through the sand and walked in a wide circle around Sylvie, eyeing her like a wolf eyed a sheep.

How did you know I had weapon instructors? Sylvie furrowed her brow.

Please. You practically ooze an arrogant rich girl aura. Just standing there, judging that youre better than me without even knowing me. What do you know of true combat?

I know Im stronger than you, thats for certain, Sylvie winked.

You really are an arrogant brat.

Not arrogant, just confident. I know my limits. Sylvie smiled coldly, More importantly, I know yours. I saw your last match. I saw how you struggled against Lynns water magic. For a mage your magic is quite terrible. So if all you have are those stupid swords, than Ive already won.

Diane snarled, You cocky little shi-

The Heralds Towers enchanted horn blared across the coliseum.

OUR DUELISTS SEEM READY TO FIGHT! Mark yelled.

Jane cupped her hands together and shouted into the horn, THEN LET THE 9TH MATCH OF THE CHALLENGE OF SPELL & STEEL BEGIN!!!