<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 22pt;"><strong>Kraven's Arena</strong></span></span><hr/><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 22pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Match 2: Monk vs. Dragoon</span></span></strong><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjEwNi5mMTEyMTIuUjAwLjA/d-day-stencil.regular.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Tagged:</strong> Xenyora</span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9f/56/37/9f5637f3c424a53c9bc84d8411f73e39.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Tristan stopped twirling his spear. He tapped the butt of it down next to him and watched how Xenyora warmed up as though trying to read the experience of his next opponent. His lips pulled into an excited smile. He didn’t have to fight Dragoons in his unit anymore. He got to test all of his training against a <em>Dragon Monk</em>. Tristan approached the monk.<br/><br/>“I have never fought a <em>Dragon</em> Monk before. Do you know that I specialize in killing dragons?” he asked playfully before offering his hand to Xenyora in a strong, firm, and sportsman-like handshake. He couldn’t stop smiling as he felt the adrenaline releasing through his veins. He dropped his hand once Xenyora had finished shaking, and didn’t even step back to the line marked for him to start. He remained right where he stood and smirked.<br/><br/><strong>I look forward to testing myself against you.</strong><br/><br/>“Don’t worry; I won’t be pulling any punches,” he reassured him.<br/><br/>The announcer was giving Tristan a strange stare. He had been waiting for him to head over to the line, but it didn’t seem like he planned on going. The fighter didn’t even look his way. The announcer grumbled and headed outside the ring.<br/><br/>“It looks like Highwind is changing the rules. No matter. The show must go oooo~n~!!!”<br/><br/>The audience washed the arena with an ecstatic cheer. <br/><br/><em>Fighters ready!</em><br/><br/><em>BEGIN!</em><br/><br/>The hand that had a grip on his spear tightened and Tristan’s left leg swiftly rose in a high, round kick toward the side of Xenyora’s head (0).</span>