It was half an hour after Xavier had witnessed the match with Lewis against the hooded figure. After watching six matches Xavier was eagerly waiting for his turn to arise again. So far, he had only seen one promising figure, who was the mysterious man wielding the gigantic blade. Xavier had only gotten to fight twice and still hadn't gotten the chance to fight against a mage.
Xavier sat eagerly with both hands clasped together waiting for the chance for his name to be called.' Come on, after I fight another match I'll make it to the semi-final, and I don't feel like waiting anymore.' Xavier thought.
" Next up we have… Xavier Elliot, against Storm Darren!"
Storm Daren was a mage, Xavier had watched only one of her matches and could tell that Storm was no powerful mage, even stranger she carried a spear, which meant that Storm was more of a weapon wielder than a mage.
