The fist came like lightning smashing the side of my face with relentless force. The pain came in a wave of heat that I could feel decimating my jaw, he definitely broke it, but it is my own fault for letting him get inside my defense and throwing me off guard. It's alright though, I have felt the pain before, a broken jaw isn't going to stop me from mercilessly beating him to dust. As quickly as the punch came I send two more back landing one directly into his ribs throwing him off guard and uppercutting his chin. He falls back a bit unexpectant of the pain he feels, I grab his arm breaking his elbow over my shoulder before sending a few more blows to his ribs. He cries out in pain a bit and clutches his side as he falls to the ground. Based on my hits and power I'm guessing I broke at least 3 ribs. As I go in for the finisher, grabbing his midnight black shirt and readying my fist to connect with his jaw, a second punch much harder than the first sends me flying across the mat skidding on my shoulder across the floor. It doesn't feel broken but badly bruised, maybe a hairline fracture, not enough to make me stop fighting. The second man, a tall burly man comes at me with impossible speed for his weight. I am able to shift just fast enough that I block the blow from his foot heading towards my chest with my arms, the kick shatters my right forearm and sends me flying into a concrete column which I hit my back against with a thud. My arm is throbbing in pain definitely broken as the heat is more intense than the heat on my shoulder. The burly man laughs and smashes his fist into his open hand.

"Give it up little man," the speedster giant yells at me, "without a way to access the magoi in the air around you, your dead in the water against me." Through blurry vision I can make out the outline of power that surrounds his body. It's a dark blue and that seems to almost shimmer, definitely a physical enhancement ward, only level one given the fact that with his current size he couldn't kick a hole through my body. Meaning he is weak compared to other mages. Unfortunately for me, I have no magoi so he holds the advantage, at least I want him to believe he does. I try to say something in response to him but the searing pain around my mouth doesn't allow me to do so. I begin to rise to my feet when I see the ward around his body grow brighter, he is about to charge me. His Magoi seems to focused on surrounding his hands and his legs given that those two places are the brightest with little dispersion among the other parts of his body. I start kick into my reserve energy and start running towards him at max speed. With my body mass and current condition I should be able to reach a maximum of seventeen kilos per hour, with his body weight of around 420 lbs with physical enhancements he can roughly travel twenty KPH if necessary. With my legs having taken minimal to no damage I should be in good condition as long as my left arm doesn't come in contact with anything. He begins to charge at me as well, putting his hands in an "X" formation in front of him and focusing the large majority of his magoi, he obviously plans to be a battering ram. The second before he is able to make contact with me, I kick my right foot towards the ground as hard as I can, causing myself to roll violently to his left side. He continues forward, unable to control his momentum, and collides with the stone column, decimating it into chunks of rock and dust that fly across the room. He falls on the ground after impact, but after a couple of seconds stands once again with the only thing visible is the hue of his magoi through the dust. He created his own smoke screen, but he has the disadvantage of not being able to see me within it. I jump to my feet and notice a larger piece of stone that is broken off of the column. As I run into the smoke screen I grab the stone with my right hand. Based on what I can tell the smoke screen is about 20 feet wide, gives me a little bit of wiggle room but not much. Burly is swinging his hands wildly, lets magoi run from other parts of his body and be expelled from his hands as he swings. "Come on Chanel," he taunts, "you really think a boy like you is worthy of the round table by hiding from an enemy." I clench my jaw which only makes the pain worse, the anger within me begins to subside as I get a clear view of his head as he is walking around. I stay silent, and wait for my chance, when he within about five feet of me, we make eye contact. He sends s a fist towards my body, flowing with power, I dodge to the left with as he grazes my right shoulder. Using my right arm I grapple underneath is arm and use my legs to hoist myself up onto his shoulder. He begins to sag down a little from my weight but not enough to fall. His gaze meets mine as I hold the stone above his head. I don't smile, I don't grimace, I don't give any expression other than just a monotone glare at him. As if letting him know "you were never even in the game." He pleads for a second for me to show mercy, but I know he is just trying to reinforce his magoi around his head. Before he can even get out the "please" I smash the stone into his forehead causing a cracking sound to come from his skull and blood to pour down his face. He screams for a second but I shove the stone in his mouth and palm strike it in deeper. His jaw unhinges and his teeth shatter as blood begins to come out of his mouth through the sides of the stone. He collapses to the ground, unconscious or dead I am not sure, It is not my job to care. The dust clears and I stand above him, bruised and broken, yet victorious.

"Enough" a loud booming voice proclaims. I look up and to my right to see a single light focused on the commander dressed in ceremonial robes a floor above me. He presses a button and the shades that cover the glass dissipate allowing natural light to flow in from the stained glass. I become illuminated with red and yellows and blues that come from a large stained glass window behind the commander featuring Achilles and Arthur hoisting the crucifix up into the air. Behind the commander is thirteen men all dressed in knights armor, but each is a bit different in color, size, and extravagance to show the difference of reputation between the knights. "You have done well in the trial of combat and have become worthy to be proclaimed as a true knight before Arthur and the almighty God," the commander says. He turns behind him to the thirteen knights, "does any member of Arthur's court here object to one Chanel Aguilas's emmancipation into your order?" I can't make out the knights faces from where I am but I do see one, with armor blue like the sea and ordained with images of violent waves and dark storms, stand and approach the commander.

"We already know he is more than ready," he turns to look at me, "as soon as he completes his first quest he will be given full right to call himself a knight." The blue knights teal hair shimmers in the light, he gives me a sly smile through piercing green eyes, his sarcastic nature can be discerned from a mile away. The commander opens a chest next to him and pulls out a set of armor, it is sleek and a grayish blackish color, unlike the other knights armor it is segmented for more mobility while giving up protection.

"Knight Andor," the commander says to the teal knight, "would you be so wise as to give the first honor to your new brother knight: prospect"

"It would be my dear honor to continue to look after Chanel" he says with his undying smirk. Andor has always been a little bit of a prick. He puts his hand over the shoulder plate and his teal magoi begins to shine around his body. The flow of magoi moves to his hand into a shimmering ball of energy he flows to a point that resembles a knife of glowing waves. He extends the knife towards the shoulder plate and begins to carve something I cannot make out from my position. As soon as he is done his body seems to condense into glowing water and flows down from the second floor onto the ground where he reforms into his human self. He struts over to be and as he approaches I kneel with my head bowed before him. "NOW CHANEL!" he says in an obnoxiously booming voice, "I ANDOR, nicknamed Poseidon, KNIGHT OF THE ROARING OCEAN! Extends the armor forward and it liquifies in his hands before leaping onto my body. It swirls around, completely immersing my body in its substance and then moves to my face where everything goes black, then an instant later my vision returns with a hood adorning my head. "I NAME THEE...THE KNIGHT OF STRATEGIC COMBAT…ARES," Andor yells out lifting his hands above him in an act of showmanship. "RISE KNIGHT AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE!" I rise and look down at my body. My new armor is a grayish black that I saw before, it is segmented and extremely light to make up for my versatile movements. The knights and the commander stamp their different forms of weaponry against the ground as they greet me. I look to my shoulder plate and see the symbol of Arthur upon my shoulder, the golden Excalibur shining against the gray. I turn my head to Andor and say:

"Glory to Arthur, King of Knights, and Achilles Eyre, founder of the Wuxing order."