The quarter finals began with a bang, literally. The reason? "Damon Darkfell Vs Calum Forge." Instructor Lee called out. The first match of the quarter finals, turned out to be between our resident transmigrator, and the heir of the illustrious House Forge. Static electricity literally flashed between the gazes of the two youngsters as their eyes met, before they looked away.
Even though it had long been known that they would be facing each other, it still sounded different when announced. It was like the difference between knowing what you'll eat for dinner, and when said dinner was actually before you.
"Good luck!" Dion patted Damon's shoulder. Damon turned to him,silent for a bit, before grinning. "I don't need it." he said, before moving away and gracefully descending the stairs that led to the field, with both hands in his pocket, leaving his stronger reflection behind. He was not going to waste a valuable reflection on Calum.
