Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20150228041051

Seager sat on the bench in the prep room, Lamia Anchor on his lap. He had joined a small tournament in town, for one on one fights. Watching the previous match on the monitor in the room, he saw a one armed man visciously battling it out with a strong, silent-looking wolf faunus. After a while, the one armed man won, and the crowed applauded him as he walked off stage. The tournament supervisor entered the room.

"Alright, kid, knock 'em dead!"

He slapped Seager on the back, the drew his hand back, wincing.

"Yowch! Jeez, kid, ever heard of a dermatologist?"

Seager's left eye twitched. The room went slightly out of focus, sharpening around the man. Grunting and ignoring it, Seager hefted Lamia Anchor over his shoulder and walked towards the stairs. He wondered who his opponent would be. 