Night quickly engulfed the remaining light from the sky as time pressed onwards, causing the lamp lighters to go to work on the town’s thousands of gas street lamps. Indeed, as the shadows of night befell the peaceful town, the rotten underbelly began to expose itself in the form of drunks and druggies alike. Arin watched as they shambled and loitered about, despising them with each passing second.

Turning his head back to the wholesome interior of the tavern, he found the slender and short waitress returning with his order. Nodding his head and showing his thanks to her, he turned toward the delicious chicken noodle soup he ordered nearly half an hour ago. The warm, golden soup beckoned him as noodles and smartly cut chunks of chicken floated past, disturbing the liquid contained in the white bowl.

As he cracked a package of crackers delivered with the generous portion of soup, the unmistakable sounds of a heated argument filtered past the glass window, and into his ears. Only then was it he forgot to take his hat off after entering the building. Quickly taking off the wide hat, we placed it on top of his staff, showcasing his unkempt and wind-blown black hair for the public to see.

Normally, he would never take his hat off unless he went to bed; however, among his kin he thought it better to show some manners. After all, many mages had hot tempers around here, especially with the final exams approaching for all the academies. Returning to his meal, the argument began to escalate, judging from the shouts of drunken laughter.

Arin decided not to pay them any heed, turning to his soup. I wish those idiots would stop, thought the mage as he saw several eye gaze out the window. Figuring they were watching the event as they unfolded outside, he ate his soup contently. Unless he needed to, he wouldn’t step in to resolve some petty argument. However, before he even reached halfway to the bottom of his meal, he found it suddenly interrupted.

Suddenly, and quite rudely too, one of the hooligans from outside came flying through the large window the mage sat beside, sliding into his food. Arin could only watch as it all plummeted to the ground, spilling on the fine carpet below. Anger and hatred coursed through his body instantly, blocking his brain from communicating with his muscles to stop. Bolting up, out of his seat, the man quickly snatched his hat, placing it firmly on his head, before grabbing his staff.

Kicking the now offending table out of the way, the mage in the strange robes looked out to the scene of the fighting. Enraged by the loss of his food, he stared them down acidly. “Alright,” he spoke viciously to the other mages. He could tell they were drunk by the way they held their staffs, as well as the circle they formed around a seemingly defenseless person. Before continuing, he could not help but noticed almost all of them carried staffs made of crystal. “I’ve had enough with you stupid, self-righteous, drunken mages!”

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Battle Arena Characters: Arin Bryant, Aleena Moteiran, Vaskalen, Kazuya Hayashi, Kristina Ellis

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Originally Posted by Honour/Silver Cody is like Michael Jackson on anti-steroids.