On the night of the tournament instead of logging on and continuing his little project, Nicholas instead decided to have a look at few matches of said event.

He tuned on the channel which he found on the tournament info website and it turned out that he had tuned in too late since they already had the final match of human capitals going on.

A Beast man was fighting against an Elf in a arena that looked like it wouldn't last much longer.

The beast man actually belonged to the subcategory called a bull man, he had the facial features of a bull, his fur was black and he had a lot of scars. The horns on his head were large and one of them was cut in half, his height reached around two and a half meters. Unlike expected of a beast man his posture was very solid and straight, making him look less vicious but more humane. He was only wearing a dirty chest piece and torn leather pants currently, but you could see pieces of broken armor around the arena which probably belonged to him. His weapon of choice was a very large axe. He was in worse shape than his elf opponent.

The elf wore full body armor excluding a helmet, the armor shone brightly, it was probably very high quality and was currently effected by some sort of a magical effect as the air around the elf fluctuated. His weapons were a sword and a shield. The elf was looking around the arena and the audience he seemed to be enjoying himself. When Nicholas noticed his face he couldn't put his finger on it but something felt familiar.

All of a sudden the sounds of fighting seemed to stop and it was replaced by the audience chanting.

"Wymer Wymer Wymer."

As the bull man heard the chanting he lost his temper, his muscles tensed and grew. In the end he looked half as much bigger and twice more ferocious, the look in his eyes showed nothing more than rage. With nothing else in mind he started charging at the elf who was in his own world filled with attention.

"Oh.. Ye its him.."

Nicholas realized immediately after hearing the audience chanting. The elf was definitely Andres character, he hadn't changed a thing about his characters looks other than the ear and hair length.

The bull man charged with all of his might while raising his axe over his head to split Wymer in half. As much as Wymer loved the attention he still had his head in the fight, he took a stance with his shield to block the attack, but to his surprise he almost got smashed under the weight of the axe. He quickly abandoned his spot and the shield which was now bent on the floor.

Without any time to rest the opponent came rushing again like a bull, this time with his weapon swinging from the side. Wymer stood still waiting for the strike to come and avoided it by backing up, the beast man had no way to stop his swing mid air which left him wide open.

A spray of blood shot out of his side accompanied by a roar of pain but it didn't stop the bull. He spun with the axes momentum and pulled it over his head to go for another hit, but the end result was the same Wymer just dodged the hit which shattered the floor and slashed the side of his opponent again which released another spray of blood. This sequence continued for a few more exchanges and the bull man was bleeding immensely, yet he didn't look like he was willing to stop.

But fate deemed it was not his decision when the fight would end. Wymer took a quick look at the audience and smiled again which the bull man noticed immediately. After the quick look Wymer stood straight and brought his hand forward to made the universal gesture of "come at me.". The opponent had slightly calmed down during their exchanges but Wymer had found a way to incite his anger again. The bull man roared loudly enough to shake the rocks near him and charged forward, Wymer didn't even react as the murder house came stampeding at him.

It almost looked like he was forfeiting the match as he just stood still and let the axe fall down on him, but at the very instance he was about to get flattened he moved. He very simply side stepped the bull man whose axe hit the ground creating a hole which the it stuck to.

He didn't even have time to try and pull it out before Wymer swept his legs from under him and stabbed his heart with his sword, stabbing him in mid air which pushed him to the ground with great force.

With a sword in his heart and blood staining the floor, the bull man finally stopped moving. He of course had not died due to the protection the arena gave the competitors, but he had fallen unconscious due to the pressure to his hearth and the excessive blood loss.

The whole arena went silent as the referee dropped down from the audience and walked to check the bull mans condition. After confirming that he couldn't continue on the man turned around.

"Fight between Bresuik and Wymer has come to an end. The Winner of Keitwell Region Tournament is Wymer!"

After the announcement the whole audience exploded with almost blood curling screams, Wymer took a moment to bask in glory and to give a bow before a few people came to carry the bull man away, surprisingly enough Wymer followed the group.

At that point the channel started going through the rankings showing each competitors standing and reward but at that point Nicholas turned off the tv. For most of the show it was as if Wymer had been playing with the bull man, though it most likely wasn't his intent to get his shield smashed. He definitely was very skillful.

It was quite late when the match ended so Nicholas decided to just go to bed early, it was the start of the weekend after all. There was plenty of time to play tomorrow.

"Finally, its complete."

Aleyn was looking at the stick figure glad in steel armor. She had finally finished her little project. Most of the workshop was taking side glances to admire her handy work, but quickly continued their work. Even Cybil wanted to have a look so he came to Aleyn for a closer inspection.

"Done with the gloves huh? Got to say it looks good. A fine work of craftsmanship."

Aleyn nodded and brushed off dust that had gathered on the shoulder pieces. She was very proud of the end result.

"You going to decorate it?" Cybil asked.

She shook her head.

"Naah I don't feel I have the inner artist for that."

"Well, you can always get someone to do that if you ever want it. More importantly, you going to put it on ?"

She had been concentrating so much on her work she had yet to put a single piece of the armor on.

"Oh right, of course I am."

She hastily started putting on the armor. Even with a lot of time between each of the pieces crafting the pieces fit almost perfectly. There was some discomfort, but she expected nothing less from metal equipment.

"I'm slightly jealous. You look like some sort of a story book hero." Cybil commented on her as she looked herself over on a mirror.

"This hero still needs a weapon though."

"Then just make one? You use swords right? You've made hundreds of swords here so it shouldn't be a problem." Cybil asked in confusion. It didn't seem like a big deal to him.

"I don't particularly like swords though. Then again I don't know what I like either." she answered slightly downcast tone.

"Well.. you know. You could try different weapons out? We've crafted many weapons which never sell. "

"Where? I've never seen any weapons here." She had worked at the smithy for months and had never seen a product lay around for longer than a day.

"Then you've never visited the storage. Come." Cybil prompted her as he left for the front door.

She followed Cybil for a few steps before stopping as the words registered and she thought to herself

"The storage?"

Cybil walked behind the house. There was a small shed which looked like it hadn't been opened for a very long time.

"This is a storage?" Aleyn asked with a slight disbelief.

"Well it isn't that big, but doesn't that just mean everything we make sells ?" Cybil had a slightly cheeky tone as he answered.

She just rolled her eyes while he was opening the lock on the little storage room.

The inside was full of dust, weapons and armor, but primarily dust. Though there were quite a number of different weapons in there.

"'Cough' You can try these weapons with one condition.. that you clean this place first. 'Cough'." Cybil couldn't take the dust and left the storage room and went back to the smithy.

Aleyn gave a shrug and started moving things out so she could sweep the storage room. Which didn't take long, she returned anything she didn't want to use inside after the cleaning. This left her with a pile of weapons outside the storage room.

She started by swinging a large sword around, trying to look like she knew what she was doing.

"this feels fine.."

She placed the sword to the right side of the pile and picked up a large pole-arm. While spinning it around trying to imitate some cartoon ninjas she came to a conclusion.

"This one only makes me feel stupid... Think I would need to learn from a professional pole arm user to even have a grasp at how to use it."

She placed the pole arm left of the pile and picked up another weapon. Eventually the big pile had turned into two medium piles.

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"And now I still have 10 weapons... this isn't helping."

Deciding to ask Cybil for input she put the no good weapons at the back of the storage room and the good ones at the front. Even if she had never heard of anyone stealing things in the town having the weapons outside to entice someone wasn't good either.

She went inside, but couldn't find Cybil around the workshop so she went to his office and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Aleyn stepped in and started explaining what she had done after cleaning the storage.

"No no no you can't figure anything just by swinging a weapon around. You need to try and fight something." Cybil face palmed at how simple Aleyn had been about the whole deal.

"So you want me to go out to the woods with a weapon I don't know how to use to try and fight something?"

Cybil thought for a moment and realized that wouldn't work well either.

"Well you could try and fight against someone. Fighting in general should give you a good feeling of what your weapon is lacking."

"Who can I fight in this little town though? There's no arena here." she said with a slightly annoyed tone.

As much as the arena hosted the Big fighting event they were used for duels and other things as well. Sadly it would be rather silly to think a little town like Ironedge had one.

"I could fight you." Cybil said bluntly.

"You?" her tone had noticeable sarcasm to it.

"Don't give me that.. you know very little of what I am capable of."

Well certainly she didn't know him inside out but the most she had seen him do was paper work.

"Well if you want to.." Aleyn answered slightly unconvinced.

"Yes I do. Just let me finish the paper work and I'll go get my equipment," this time Cybil showed that he was annoyed.

After a little bit of waiting Cybil arrived behind the house covered in chain mail armor and wielded a long sword. Aleyn had piled the weapons outside of the storage room and put on her armor as well.

"So how do you want to do this?" Aleyn asked.

"The best should be to just fight with using all of the weapons."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean.. this." Cybil took a look at the weapon pile and swiped his hand.

The weapons flew across the backyard and scattered around.

"Start. Pick up a weapon."

Was all Aleyn heard while she was shocked and confused at what had just happened.

Cybil started walking towards her.

"What in the.." She couldn't even finish her sentence before Cybil made her dodge a sword swing.

"Come on, pick up a weapon and fight."

"You.." Aleyn picked up the two handed sword that was sticking to the ground next to her.

As she picked the sword up Cybil was already swinging at her again forcing her to parry the attack. The force behind the blow made her fall back and stumble.

"In a proper fight you would be dead you know. Come on stand up." Cybil ridiculed her.

Aleyn realized he was going easy on her, but didn't say anything. Instead she stood up and readied herself.

Noticing her change of attitude, he instructed her.

"Good. Try and attack me."

Aleyn charged at Cybil swinging from the side, but Cybil parried it and threw her attack away which he followed with a kick to her stomach.

"That was weak."

His attitude was starting annoy her, she threw away the sword and picked up the closest on the ground which was a metal quarterstaff.

Cybil gave a very unimpressed comment to her new weapon

"Really?"

This of course frustrated her further and she started attacking. With the quarterstaff she could attack faster with a flurry of strikes, but they had no real weight behind them and as long as he matched her speed Cybil could block everything easily repelling her again.

He gave another spiteful comment.

"No, just no..."

She dropped the quarterstaff and picked up the next closest weapon, which was this time a pole arm. Which made Cybil think to himself.

"That gives a better feeling at least."

As much as he was annoyed at being underestimated he had good intentions with annoying her. When she is angry, she would try harder. It would help her find what she was looking for.

They fought for a long period of time while running through the weapons. With all the fighting Both of them were getting tired which was more of a burden to Cybil as he had to concentrate on not injuring Aleyn severely.

She was currently attacking him with a mace that was way too big for her so she wielded it with both hands. The weight off her attacks were actually getting to Cybil and he had to try and dodge as well as block.

She used the maces momentum to rain heavy blows on Cybil while he dodged and parried them with his sword. The blows kept getting heavier and heavier due to the fatigue which put a lot of strain on him and just as he thought he was still fine he noticed something.

At the very root of his old swords guard there was a crack forming, at first he thought it was just dirt but after a few heavy blows he felt the sword about to break. At that moment he tried to stop Aleyn but it was too late, the last blow to his sword broke the blade.

As the blade broke it was as if time had slowed down for both of them as they realized their situation. Aleyn started trying to divert her blow the moment she felt the blade give in but it was far too late as she had put too much strength into the blow to stop the momentum of the mace but she still had to try.

Even Cybil was at a loss as he had no way to physically stop what was going to happen. Resigning to his fate he brazed his chest with both hands for impact, but as he did a wave rushed forth from him that threw the mace away and knocked both him and Aleyn on the ground.

Cybil was in shock, but glad. His survival instinct had triggered a very unrefined blast to repel the attack and it had worked in both of their favor.

While they were lying on the ground they could feel someone walking towards them.

"You both alright ye?"

Tavin asked while polishing a knife with a rag.

"Yeh just exhausted. Where the hell did you come from?" Cybil said while gasping for air.

"I've been here for quite a while actually. Me and the boys have been watching."

Cybil and Aleyn turned their head towards the house. The workers were watching from the side of the house in silence.

"Oi, get back to work you shits." Cybil yelled.

"Yea yea yea." the workers all grumbled and started moving back in.

Once everyone but Tavin had returned inside both Aleyn and Cybil had recovered enough to stand up. They took a look around the backyard which was covered in broken weapons.

"Sigh, they aren't in any shape to sell anymore. Then again no one was buying them anyway.." Cybil frowned

"What do you want to do with them?" Aleyn asked.

"Just pile em up near the smelter. Might as well get some use out of them as nails or something."

He turned to Aleyn.

"More importantly, did you find what you were looking for?"

Aleyn had a sad expression as she looked down.

"I don't feel I accomplished anything with this and I almost got you injured as well."

"Don't worry over that, I should have stopped the fight earlier." Cybil consoled her.

"I thought you were doing fine with the mace to be fair. You used it the longest and it had the best results." Tavin said while still polishing a knife.

Aleyn took a look at the mace and started recalling the fight.

"But the mace was so off balance, and the handle was way too large not to mention the ball at the end is useless."

After saying that she suddenly had a surge of understanding as Tavin echoed what she already thought.

"Then just make a better one that isn't off balance, has a proper handle and isn't useless. Doesn't seem too complicated to me." Tavin was rolling his eyes as he put the rag and the knife in his pocket.

He took few steps towards the mess.

"More importantly, who the hell is gonna clean up all of this?"

Aleyn tried to not look at Cybil, but you could practically feel his eyes pierce her head. She had definitely been nominated for the task.

"Sigh. That would be my job I guess." she mumbled.

Aleyn was still exhausted but she wasn't getting out of the cleaning job so she didn't even bother.

"Well enjoy then." Cybil said as he and Tavin head inside. Cybil slightly limping as his body was sore.

It was getting dark and close to closing time so she had to gather all of her will power to quickly pick up everything. While cleaning the backyard she thought about her fight with Cybil and how she had underestimated him severely. As she went through her thoughts and finished picking up the now scrap weapons the sky had already gone dark and it was time to close the shop.