Noelle Noire VS. Mari Valieri

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NOELLE NOIRE


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MARI VALIERI


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The first match of the first round. From a certain perspective, this represented the pinnacle of luck, although Mari had yet to decide if that luck was good or bad. She knew two things: one, she did not want the inglorious distinction of being the first contestant eliminated from the contest and two, the crowd sounded much louder from here.


Stepping through the doors from the waiting area onto the arena floor, Mari paused as the noise washed over her. Looking upwards, she saw all manner of people lining the stands. Warriors, wizards, and creatures beyond human in many ways. Some stood out as contestants. Others could be spectators or contestants; it was hard to tell. Regardless, they all seemed eager for a fight.


That was where she was supposed to come in. She and this Noelle Noire, whoever that was.


What did I get myself into? The thought came unbidden - and not for the first time - as she adjusted the strap of her quiver. Apparently they had modified her weapons to reduce the risk of a lethal outcome. The edge on her throwing knives had been dulled, and her arrows had been replaced for the match.


The door closed behind her with an oddly subdued thud. The fingers of her right hand tightened around the grip of her bow as she scanned the arena for her opponent. Across the floor, she spotted a tall, pale woman with dark hair, but could not yet discern what weapons her opponent might wield. Taking a slow, steadying breath, she proceeded further into the arena.
 
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