Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5290299-20140929212528/@comment-24296957-20141004025822

Amet sat, rubbing his chin - watching the events unfold in front of him. The benders in this tournament were starting to get good - starting to learn to read each other.

Too bad they didn't earlier. It would've made for a quick fight. But then again, the corps that sponsored the tournament wouldn't make their money. And the crowd wanted their money's worth.

Downing the rest of his drink, Amet paid his tab and walked outside, hearing the roar of the crowd from the arena. Stretching, he felt the currency in his pocket, deciding on sharpening his blade.

Walking to th local blacksmith, he found a young man hammering away in the forge - listening to the broadcast of the fight.

"Greetings, sir. I was wondering if you were availabe for a sharpenning."