Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20160303004409/@comment-24296957-20160303202954

Amet nodded and grabbed his gear. Suiting up, he joined the wolf at the door, looking back to Arro and Midori, still watching the show. "Roy and I are heading out. If anything occurs, we all meet at the RV point."

"You mean the left Main Hall Pillar?" Midori asked.

"Yes, take your gear and meet us there. You as well, Arro." Amet replied. He joined Roy in the hallway, slinging his sheath over his shoulder. There was a moment of silence as the pair's footfalls echoed in the hallway.

"Roy, this isn't right. The tournament was going smoothly, why does this happen now? It doesn't add up, it doesn't feel natural. I cannot help but feel this is going to end badly. What are your thoughts?"

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"See? I told you so, Triste. And it is a very noble art form!" Aurus replied.

"Noble and you are not related, Aurus. You're a brawler, not a swordsman," the faunus replied.

"Just because I choose to use smugler's blades does nt mean I can fight with other weapons. I am a weaponsmith too. Or did you forget who fixes your gloves whenever they break?" the boy said. He was about to continue with the comment when the next two fighters were announced - another Beacon girl and a girl from Atlas.

"Hopefully this one goes smoother, right Shiro?"