Summary: Maxen And Carlton

As the king exits the 1st circle boundary, he sees how strong the damages are, the people are suffering, houses burning. He orders his men. "Spread out! I want every single one of you to relay this message to the platoon captains in charge. Tell them to prioritize on the citizens evacuation. Tell the captain to close off the capital's outer gates. I will make my way to the third circle's gates after I locate my daughter."

All this builds up tension and the crowd are constantly on the edge of their seats waiting for the events to happen that they have been told about, the fight is witnessed by the prince who decides anymore fighting will end in exile if they carry on. In a way the Prince is

"Each man will fight in turn against Prince Arthur according to short-stick draw," Sir Geoffrey began. "A match will be considered over as soon as either man is relieved of his weapon or is knocked to the ground." The archivist paused to see if there were any questions, but nobody spoke up. "Also, the Prince will offer you your choice of weapons when you fight him," he added, drawing murmurs of surprise from the competitors. Some of them were impressed at the Prince's gesture; others seemed to be scoffing at Arthur's apparent overconfidence.

It had been a beautiful wedding in the castle’s richly-decorated Great Hall. The servants had worked night and day decorating the space, and the Hall looked as if it was an extension of the immense, verdant castle gardens, with thick garlands of greenery hanging on every bare inch of the walls, and huge baskets bursting with vibrant and fragrant flowers arranged carefully on pedestals which lined the aisle. Arthur and Guinevere had been surrounded by their closest friends, companions, and loyal knights. And about a thousand or so other guests.

“Well… Sting and Rogue and Yukino were there too,” Lucy spoke and Natsu paled a little.

“What?” barked Maxen. “I… you… it…” he stammered. It sounded as if he’d begun to have a fit. “I cannot be around the queen while she’s in a state of undress. It’s improper.”

Aranloth stared bleakly into the fire. “I don’t know. But if I don’t discover the reason for their increased strength…” he paused, “or the artifact that they’re now using, then I cannot prevent further attacks. They’ll certainly try again. They nearly succeeded this time.”

"No, they are going to pay for this", he thought to himself, his fist clenching convulsively in reaction to the spoken words. He shot his body up, sitting upright, just as the testimony of the hunters began to be aired. "You can run but you can't hide, you'll just die tired. We show the beasts who give the orders, and we play to win", said Erika with a grin. "That's right. The strongest will triumph, and the weak deserve what they get", completed Haley.

“Step this way, please,” said the dapper man, as he began lining the winners up one-by-one. Philip didn’t recognize a single winner. He had never even heard of them, which he found distinctly odd, since they were all in the same field.

When the day everyone would witness the first punishment in the arena arrived, I was ecstatic. He either released a tiger ready to devour him, or opened up a curtain to reveal a beautiful lady who he would marry. As long as my daughter is not involved with him, I thought, everything would be alright. As the first person to arrive, I walked purposefully over to my comfortable throne, where I was also surrounded by my court. Thousands and thousands of curious people piled into the crowded stands.

Haruka tied his sash around his waist and slipped on his boots, stepping out of the room to find the other princes waiting for him with Kagura and Gou. Nagisa was grinning like a madman at Kagura, who was as red as a beet, sputtering incoherent statements as she clenched her fists at the side of her dress in embarrassment, while Rei had his hand over his face pushing his glasses up, covering the not-so-well-hidden blush on his face.

The king nodded solemnly, probably understanding her unspoken thought. He looked past her into town, where the cacophonic sounds of battle blared, and then to the bridge that led to Erebor, over which a whole new wave of attackers were preparing to cross. "What you said is true; I have no love for Oakenshield and his ilk, nor much for you. But," he said with a wave of his hand, beckoning a passing contingent of elven warriors, "I wish you luck none the less." He spoke to the warriors in elvish, and elves marched towards the

Finally, it was Friday, and after the bell rang, we went to Jack’s house. Ty had the belt, for now. We all went to the ring, ( a trampoline with a cage around it ). DING! DING! DING! The match started and we all targeted Brendon. Ty and Jack did a double chokeslam to Brendon. Then when he got up, Ty and me did a double RKO to him. When he finally decided to get back up, I did my finisher, The Berzerker, and eliminated him.

Earlier this week, King Blake had made the announcement about the annual Death Match, a plot made by the monarchy to test an individual’s psychological and physical strength. Eternal glory and safety was guaranteed to the winners, which was hard in a town of thieves and introverts.

The crowd became frantic calling guards to carry the king out. The party then ended and everyone left.