Here I sit. Getting myself prepared
for what lies ahead. A battle. A fight for supremacy. A bout that
will take every ounce of my power in order for me to be successful.
I have been successful in similar situations before, but never with
so much at stake. Victorious, and I will be the top of the heap.
The best there is at what I do. Completely and officially. Until
another comes along and tries to knock me down, that is.
I flex my fingers. I clench my fists.
I can feel the energy coursing through my arms. It is aching to be
released. I am aching to unleash it in a fury aimed at my opponent.
I want him broken and beaten, begging for mercy on the floor. I want
him looking up at me and knowing that I am his superior. I want to
look him in the eyes and see his weakness and my strength reflected
back at me. The problems lies in the fact he wants to see me the
same way.
I have to fight smart. I must not let
myself lose control. I don't know how my opponent may have prepared
himself for my attacks. How he plans on defending himself from my
onslaught. How he intends to on shattering my defenses and taking me
down. Despite my urge to utterly destroy him quickly, I have to
restrain myself. I have to prod and test his shields. I have to
probe his defenses while keeping mine intact. As the power in every
cell in my body rages at me to unleash it all in an animalistic
attack, I must keep my mind focused and in control.
Mere seconds remain. I am alone in
this locker room. The tools for my fight sit on the bench next to
me. I gather them up as the music in the arena rises. The crowd
adds their voices to the din. My blood begins to boil and my breath
comes faster and harder. I start my walk to the arena and the combat
pit in the middle of it. The brief time it takes to complete the few
steps between the locker room door and the entryway into the arena
feel like an entire mile walked in slow motion.
The music becomes louder and spikes a
blast of notes. The spotlights of the arena focus on me as I emerge
from the shadows. The entryway glows around me. The announcer's
voice echoes over the cheers, applause, and stamping feet. Even the
small amount of hisses and jeers sent my way are covered up by the
volume of the PA system.
“Ladies and gentlemen! We have
reached tonight's Main Event! It is for the ultimate title in the
League. The most highly regarded title in the entire world. The
challenger tonight Torgo the Black Blooded. The current champion is
Christian of the Mighty Tower. Now, these two face each other for
the title of Magus Suprema in the Wizarding Battle League!”
What kind of spells would you cast to protect yourself in a wizard battle? Would you rather go on an all out attack and not worry about defense? Would you want to see a battle live, or prefer to be safer and watch it on pay-per-view at home?
