that’s where you go to feel alive
With Forsyth (@sirforsyth). Gauntlets +1.
The sun sets as the houses light up with a thousand candles. Most of those dim shortly after. That's the life of of an average townie: sunrise till sundown, for once the latter occurs there is little to find outside but trouble and danger. And with the plague going around.. Needless to say, most folks barricade their doors and lock windows before retiring for the night. For those more brave, however, there is plenty to discover, looking for the firelight and the scent of iron on the wind.
As soon as the sun sets and the evening patrol ends, the underbelly - one seemingly eradicated many a time - springs to life. Even for such a holy place, there are always many who would like to make coin or indulge in the thrill of violence, and where there is demand there will always be supply, no matter how much the officials try to quash it. Twenty feet underground, loosely but cleverly guarded, there it was, the Mach Fight Club, frequented by townspeople, students and knights alike. Professors were rarer guests, Python reckoned. At least, before he showed up at the monastery's doors.
It was a wild place. Far more full of life than even the academy itself, though there were a lot fewer people. Bets were made left and right, the ring and its surroundings were always filled with noise and shouts mingling with screams, laughter and drunken talk seemed overwhelming. Seeing the number of fighters was also odd, especially knowing how many of them would done their uniforms and go to classes the following day. And just how high of a risk they were at visiting here.How much risk he was at.
At least he has the cover of keeping an eye on the kids, eager to battle without knowing their opponent. However, also knowing why he came here. he doubted that was going to work. Oh well, better run fast or hide before you're discovered.
Bared top with few protective elements: the head, the plexum, the hips. Everything goes underground, hits below belt and dirty tricks, and it was encouraged. Do anything without killing or gravely injuring the other. No weapons allowed either. Saints help your soul if the guards see you bring it into the ring. They're stronger than they seem.
"And now, we welcome our new guest, Viper! Get your bets in now!"
Hearing the announcer, Python gathered his courage and stepped out into the light, for everyone to witness.