Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5490216-20150219213559/@comment-7489529-20150221035230

Bergen had been dozing off when his name was called. It was unusual for him to be selected for sparring, and he rarely learned things he didn't already know from these fights. Still, when Goodwitch called his name, his partner, Regda, gave him a slap on the back, which knocked him out of his chair in the stands. Scrambling, he readied his weapon and checked he had his dust charges ready. He then hurried down into the ring. His opponent was an unusual seeming lad with what appeared to be a simple wooden stick. No guns, no blades, just a stick. However, it soon began to glow white. Bergen made a mental note to look out for it as he slowly circled the boy, noting his stance, his equipment, everything he could see.