The place is now packed full of people. Many of them coming in the find seating, and now there are even some other types of people entering the place, not only to watch but to sell merchandise, or food as the show still has some time, before it even starts.
People all around us, talk as more and more voiices clutter together they all progressivly get louder, so that they can over take the next, just for it to not work and they end up having to all jump into conversations even louder, giving them just yelling to speak to each other.
But in the background of it all is a guy selling food to people watching the show.
"Fried Corn! Chicken legs! Pig skin!"
And much more being called out.
Their voice just speaking what is popular.
Me and Wes sit there just looking out and occasionally looking back to each other.
"Why is there so many people!?"
I yell to beat the noise.
"WHAT!?"
"WHY IS THERE SO MANY PEOPLE?!"
"BECAUSE ITS THE BIGGEST TOURNAMENT OF ALL TIME!"
He yells and it makes me wonder what he means the biggest tournament ever.
"How?!"
Trying to beat the crowd to ask my question.
"WHAT?!"
"Are we… HOW?!"
Starting off my first words annoyed, then just yelling.
"MANY PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD, THAT WANT TO SHOW THEIR STRENGTH OR THEIR FAMILIES NAME WANT TO BE THE VICTOR OF THIS WORLD TOURNAMENT..!"
He pauses, to take a breath, since he was yelling to beat the crowd, even though we are right next to each other.
"AND PLUS, IF YOU DO HAPPEN TO WIN, THE KING HIMSELF GRANTS A WISH TO THOSE WHO DO WIN!"
"WHAT TYPE OF WISH!?"
Wes stops as he thinks about it.
"IM NOT FULLY SURE!"
My ears feel like they're going to fall off, and my voice feels mega raspy now, it might just become broken.
I wave my hand for Wes to move his ear to me.
"Let's just whisper into each others ears?"
I ask him and he nods to me.
'Thank goodness, didn't want to not be able to speak to him.'
A vendor comes up from behind us, his aura, the color of piss, something that looks borderline orange but can't because it has its highlights of yellow in them.
"WOULD YOU LIE SOME FRIED CORN ON A STICK!?"
The vendor an older man, with a smile that reeks of drugs and beer. Teeth that aren't even the same length and very oily hair.
"NO THANK YOU!"
I yell out in place of Wes.
The old man gives me a look of annoyance, then switches to Wes:
"WOULD YOU LIKE FRIED CORN!?"
"NO SORRY SIR, WE'RE TOGETHER AND WOULDN'T LIKE ANY, AT ALL!"
Saying that, it sounds very mean, but it wasn't my intention to be mean, but I just want to make sure that we didn't end up getting sick then have to deal with a cold or a fever during these times.
The piss colored aura of the guy spiked, with anxiety, anger, or something else, but it did spike.
For a clean second he stand in front of me just looking, then goes on about his day, going into the complete opposite direction of us, no heading into the seating palms, going along the rows asking the same thing.
"WOULD YOU LIKE SOME FRIED CORN ON A STICK?!"
The man's catchphrase continuing in to the other people.
Wes nods:
"Yeah, he looked pretty dirty."
He tell em into my ear, cupping his hand so that it could isolate his voice.
I nod as he pulls away.
"Yeah, but I felt mean."
I talk into his ear.
He shakes his head.
"If not he'd be way more pushy, and my mom only gave so much."
Wes says.
His blue aura flopping all around his body.
"Have you always wanted to watch these type of things?"
I ask leaning into his ear isolating it.
He nods excitedly.
"These are the literal best fight of every five years."
"I wanted to see one a long time ago, but I was too young."
"And we're not young now?"
"What?! Of course not! After all I was allowed to enroll into the Knights of Virvanum."
He says that with pride in his voice.
"Oh yeah! When do you leave?"
I say with excitement for a friend that is so close to achieving his own dreams.
"In a few months."
He pauses, before he goes back into conversation.
"Hell we might end up leaving at the same time."
"That's only if Marcilene is okay with me leaving."
Wes shrugs his shoulder, his blue aura nonstop moving around on his body.
"That's true, but I doubt that she'd want you to stay here instead of exploring the world."
He tilts his head.
"She may think like that."
"But in reality, if I was your sister. I would want you to grow stronger to protect yourself, not me. Afterall, you're my younger brother, not my older brother."
"Well, there is that."
I chuckle slightly at that, but not a full genuine smile, more of an awkward laugh.
We pull away from each other.
'Would she really think like that? Does she think like that?'
Before I could fully flesh out my thoughts. The loudest horns are heard from like every corner of the colosseum.
Making me cover my ears, the in between those horns are the LOUDEST freaking cheering from everyone around the colosseum seats.
"It's starting!"
Wes turns to yell right into my ear and it rings in my head.
Looking around the place, everyone has their own aura, that looking around the place, makes me eye really sting, messing with my sight, and making me rub my eyes before turning back to the arena.
As those get sounded a man enters the arena, from maybe the same gated place that we couldn't enter through before.
He wears a suit and pants, that aren't the traditional black, but instead have golden seam lining, that make his grass green suit just flare in color even more. His pants following his suit colors, but just green, but with the amount of muscle that is showing through his pants, it makes the whole outfit seem even more attractive in a sense. His aura, is a contrast to his suit, being a light red color around his body, also being another color, that is different from everyone else, making him the second person he sees.
His hair slicked back and with something in his hand, that looks like a small circular piece of metal, that's like a small donut, that could maybe fit around his lips, if he did a duck face.
With white skin that just holds his fit together, he brings the metal to his mouth and just the same as the random horns were sounded his voice goes booming, exactly like the horns.
"Good Morning Everyone!"
Everyone cheers. Going absolutely insane.
And still not a single person has fainted.
The guy in the middle laughs into the circular thing and begins to wave his hands up, hyping the crowd.
"Who's here to see the TOURNAMENNNNNNT!?"
Everyone somehow gets even louder, Wes now joins the fun.
"What do we want to see?!"
"Fights!"
"What will spill?!"
"Blood!"
"May the gods watch us with awe!"
As he says that, everyone, jumps into an even more outrageously loud burst of yells.
"Now! Now!"
He waves his hands down.
"Let's calm down for now!"
He says, his voice even more.
Everyone slowly begins to lower their voices.
Person by person, lowering their tone.
"I Love YOU!"
A feminine voice manages to break through before everyone quiets down.
The guy in the middle laughs into the his metal donut.
"Me too."
He says before he cuts himself off.
"Okay. Okay. Back to the point."
He spins in the middle of the arena.
"We all know what's going to happen here?"
He asks calmly and everyine in the crowd including Wes answers:
"YES!"
I turn to look at Wes with surprise.
"Good."
He continues, as I look back.
"Now, then. Ill have to make this be heard once, And I won't stress this anymore, than it should be. Men, keep your weird whistling to yourself and woman, please keep your panties on. no, throwing anything into the arena. If those two things are to be disturbed. A guard... that should now be stationed near the closest exit now..."
As he says that. Another giant guy, comes from the stairs, not in the slightest tired from the steps and stands there, like a scary golem like statue.
"...will personally escort you out of the colosseum, and you will not be refunded any of your coin. Not sorry."
He says, with sarcasm at the end.
"Anyway. I know that we all want to see the main fight, I mean. Why else would we be here Right?!"
Every barks out a quick laugh.
"But, as per colosseum laws and your local government."
He says with feigned sadness, in his voice.
"We have to let the criminals fight it out first, before they we are fully able to indulge ourselves with our needed entertainment."
Every let's out an moans and groans.
"But! That doesn't mean, we won't enjoy the shows! AM I RIGHT?!"
He yells into the metal donut.
"YEAH!"
"Okay, then before we enjoy the main stage. Let's have our... I want to say participants, but. I can't lie to the crown, these are criminals. SO lets welcome our criminals, into the arena with the a BOO!"
As he says that one of the other giant wooden doors, open making a crowd of men and women leave the dark room, from under it's giant frame.
Everyone gives out there best BOO.
Then he continues:
"Now, for us to introduce their very deadly, Soul opponents."
The door on the opposite side, compared to the other door opens and creatures coming out, this time very different from before.
"Kobolts..."
Red skinned, long tailed, and a single horn sticking out of their snout as the creature let's out a: "YIPYIP", as they walk on two legs, that are double jointed, with scaly skin and a white aura.
"...goblins..."
Small, green, ugly creatures end up waddling out of the door, their small ears starting out with it being straight out, then the tip of it pointing straight down.
"...AND...! Last but the most best one...!"
Everyone now looks at the place in awe, waiting from the last to walk out the door as well.
"Will have to wait."
The door slams and people let out a groan, a few even Booing.
"I know. I know. I'm sorry, but I want to drive up the suspense, I..."
Before he could even finish one of the people tried to get a sneak attack in, with a dagger, which made the man, stop his speech and grab the tip of the dagger, with two fingers.
The person is a very lithe looking person, their cheeks showing, with a green, turn blue aura around them.
"Some one is impatient?"
He lets go of the dagger and now looks at the crowd once more ignoring the person in front of him.
'How! He managed to stop that with such ease? It's amazing… and scary.'