Beets Me [Owain & Luke]
+1 Any Weapon starter for @teneguine
The Academy is always hard at work inventing new and extraordinary methods of helping its pupils find their true potential. One day, an announcement appears on the board, inviting all those interested in discovering something new about themselves to Lieutenant Lanton's Loose Lottery. The idea is simple: Lieutenant Lanton hands you a weapon and puts you in front of another participant for you to spar with. The catch? You receive the first item he happened to grab and have to work with it, no matter what it is. No second chances! [Grants Any Skill +1]
This had to be a joke.
Luke had expected any manner of marvelous weapons to set his hands on. Perhaps he’d look particularly strong and dashing with an axe. Maybe he’d get to try out some magic! Badass, right? He could make the robes work. He might even luck out and pull a sword out of the bag, back to his old expertise.
Instead, he got the impression he’d reached into a sack of groceries instead of an armory.
“Uh, Lieutenant Lanton?” Luke hefted a sack of hard, round objects. He pulled one out, holding a beet by its long stem, er, root. “There’s been a terrible mistake.”
The lieutenant folded his arms. “That’s what you get. Defend yourself!”
Luke looked back to the beet in his hand, baffled. The bag even had a bit of writing on it. Just Beets. How was he supposed to win with a sack of root vegetables? By throwing them? He turned to his opponent, some guy with spiky blond hair, and he held his chin high as his adversary chose something from the sack of disappointment, as Luke thought of it now. Well, he wasn’t going to back down, not now, not ever!
“On guard! Let us battle with our sealed fates!” Luke menacingly held out a beet by the root, the beet bobbing threateningly, staking an offensive stance. “Prepare... for a beeting!”