Day 69 of Summer, AV 514 Celebration of the Newborn Location: Temporary Sparring Pavilion |
The past many many days have been absolute torture for the Drykas people. The game they so much relied on was scarcely found. Makusti (she was not abandoning them, mind you) was testing her children's tenacity to thrive with very little of her intervention. Eldon was especially tested by this because he was a water Reimancer, a man of the Sapphire Clan, and he had been working overtime this month. Overgiving was something he was used to, learned how to avoid for the most part, but lately, desperation has blurred that line. Not to mention, his nutrition hasn't been ideal, like most here, as of late. However, today was a say for rest, or rather, to no longer require to work. Yeah, today there was a pavilion erected in the honor of a newborn. Today, there's to be enjoyment, whether you like it or not. It was somewhat an unusual for of celebration, but let's be honest, the men in Endrykas were frustrated with the current situations they've been facing. Sure, the woman had it hard too, but the men were supposed to be providing for the women, and that simply wasn't easy with game and rains next to nonexistent. And there were two ways to fix such woes, and only of the two, one was really acceptable. Sex, and violence. Violence, it was the acceptable choice here. In fact, as of lately, they've been fighting with each other with such ferocity that it's almost scary. Now, though, they had an outlet. An event specifically to fight! An occasion where the men could beat the living sense out of each other. This was the ideal medicine right now. They could show off for the women, they could exorcise their anger, and they could get a slice of humble pie while they were at it. Not everyone could be the best face-punching machine. In fact, only one could be. And thus, a tournament of sorts was born. Eldon stood on the outside of a large circle, a parting in the large audience cheering and shouting, watching as the two men in the center grabbed onto each other, throwing knees and punches, striking faces and stomachs. This was invigorating! Eldon gave a fierce shout of excitement, which was merely drowned out by the others around him. He watched as one man threw that perfect punch, after a solid ten minutes of combat with each other, and the other man stumbled back. If you were to be in that man's head, you'd be seeing stars or such a blurred vision. He had choice but to eat another punch, and a third that knocked him to the ground. The crowd cheered as a pair moved to picked him up, check on him, and say something that Eldon nearly failed to hear over the crowd. "Who's next?" Eldon felt his heart pounding in his chest right there, violently, heavily, ecstatically. He wanted to go out there. He wasn't much of a brawler himself, but he was a man too. He'd been beyond stressed, on the brink of crazed, since he lost his strider, his father, and failed to claim his vengeance on a single Zith. Damn it, what could was fear anyhow. Eldon moved through the crowd and stepped out into the opening. He might have been a bit thinner than usual because of the drought and food scarcity, but he still had that look in his eyes, same as every other man here. He had something to prove. Another man stepped out of the crowd, one he didn't know the name to specifically. They greeted each other, stepped apart, and the battle began. As Eldon and his opponent approached each other, this time prepared to go to war, Eldon felt a sharp sting on his cheek. Eldon took a step back and stared at his enemy, a faint grin began to form on his face. It was time to get aggressive. |
