 other hand Roafgar looks like a clean delinquent with an evil smirk that only a bully can comfortably carry out moreover he looks like a pervert as his eyes keeps jumping from one lady’s chest to the other. This earns him a slap from Quinwreth “focus dummy” “ouch!!  Just then a hand gently taps Quinwreth’s shoulder, “how’s my dark angel this beautiful morning which at the very least can’t even compare to your beauty.” Of course it is Jacqui, who else could see an angel from a beast. As she turns to looks towards him, Jacqui rolls his hand across his long hair with a smile cutting his face across from ear to ear exposed a bandaged foe head.  Just as she is about to smack him there is an uproar up ahead as people look toward the podium, the awaited guest enter one by one. Pretty sure Jacqui is saved from another trip to the pharmacy. In their presence is the generals, high priest, a few judges and the most noticeable are the royal family at the middle with the best seats in the house. A chill goes across the crowd even though the sun is getting hotter, most of them recall that 2 years ago only eight five people got their registration approved out of around three hundred and fifty people. Even at this stage a few of the candidates are not even slightly bothered and the event judges have already started noticing and awarding marks secretly.  Fully cladded in armor, his physique is well built that even his armor cannot hide it. He looks so powerful that his voice alone could even cripple his allies tremble. Even from below those with keen eye sights can see the man has been from a lot battles from the scars on his face though few they looked to have been serious enough. He continues giving a small speech but most candidates are too nervous that they can’t even hear what he is saying, all they can hear is an angry lion roaring. The ground itself looks as though it’s moving to some people who can no longer take it and pass out. A few of them follow one after the other, the pressure keeps on increasing with every extra guy that goes down cold. Every word made the young stars heart pound even faster, no one could explain why that was happening only that the man’s presence was so intimidating the number of passing out candidates goes up to thirty within seconds but no one is able to avert his eyes from Goftlar his aura is strong commanding and intimidating. He is a knight and no one can question that from this display. “those who are done have failed, get them out” a pin drop silence hugs the colosseum, for a minute or so no one moves, eyes still fixed to Goftlar until they realize that a moment has passed, as they look around some candidates have passed out cold on the ground, if he had continued for another ten minutes or so the number would have increased to triple of that as some have been trembling so much that they let go of their weapons which fell on the ground. “Those who have dropped their weapons are also excused, try again next time” the intimidating goliath continues. As the tournament inspectors join the fray in taking out the disqualified people the number has decreased from the initial three hundred and fifty to two hundred and twenty more than fifty people eliminated. The ground is now scarce as more space is left, among them are those really struggling to keep up. A group of five at the front who cannot be mistakenly be confused for anything else apart from being royals sneer at the “weak” according to them the eliminated ones are nothing more than locusts who don’t deserve to dine with a spider. “I thought more of this bugs would be eliminated by now ha-ha” laughs hysterically looking at the other candidates. Goftlar picks up from where he left, “clear this Colosseum in the next half an hour, and you should have formed groups of at least five or six with at least three different calling (a persons intended ability) taking in mind that we consider the first registered calling as your official calling from now henceforth. Choose whoever you like and proceed to the Mildeb savage lands within the next five hours and one must arrive with the minimum number per group, good luck, and remember anything goes.” A little murmuring takes over as never have there been accuse like this in the previous tests. Most groups come already prepared like a group of five aspiring fighters hoping to help each other throughout the event. Now they have to break their groups and look for at least to other people with different calling. Before Goftlar leaves he turns and says “those without the minimum group of at least five will be eliminated by default, once again good luck, see you in Mildeb.” This causes people to run wild looking for partners. Meanwhile at the top the officials look down at the group like confused ducklings that have lost their mother. As the panics continue Roafgar looks at Quinwreth and goes; “what’s your plan” Quinwreth is about to answer when Jacqui jumps into their face posing as if awaiting to be painted waiting to be asked for help. “Let’s search for a group of three people at least” she answers. Completely ignoring Jacqui they move out, “Hey! I’m right here my angel” Jacqui hails at the duo who have no interest in him. He runs to them now holding Roafgar “Okay guys you win please let me join you guys, looking for an extra duo will be better than searching for three people, right?” Roafgar now facing Jacqui in his slightly deep voice responds “sorry dude I only do babes, hot, sexy, beautiful….ouch!” he jumps as Quinwreth just gave him a kick to his shins. “I said you have to be serious weird guy you are in but just because this fool is getting distracted already” Jacqui with his smile jumps going to hug her. “Thanks my queen but its Jacqui the handsome one.” just as he is close enough to hug her arms already stretched, his conscience plus his body stops him at the moment. Quinwreth was ready to blow him apart with a tightly quenched fists. He slowly steps back and appreciates her.  Most people in the crowd look for royals or nobles to partner with as they are always considered lucky? Meanwhile Jibed already knows what team he wants to join but his pride would not allow him to beg he has to bring something on the table to hide his desperation. Ten minutes are already up and a few teams have already embarked to Mildeb. He comes across a girl who looks unbothered. But one good skill Jibed has is separating the good from bad, he can estimate a person’s strength by just looking at them. The girl is slightly small in stature with very long hair to her back twisted together, from the bottom she has slim sandals jungle green in colour to her tight pants tightly caressing her body to the long sleeved shirt that is also tight on her body making her appear even smaller now. Her all attire is covered in the same colour with a small pouch around her waist a dagger holder with two small daggers on the right thigh strapped. On her waist is a sword cloaked in the same green colour. “We don’t have much time come let’s go we’ll introduce each other on the way” Jibed starts the conversation.  I’m sure my chances with you are better than waiting to be disqualified, plus you have zero presence that’s why no one has asked you to join them since they can hardly notice you” She looks a little irritated with his choice of words and his attitude but she knows he is right. Jibed is already walking away his eyes looking all directions for another team. The girl starts moving towards him, “I’m guessing that you don’t have a clue on getting the next members? Right?” “My name is jibed” he replies back ignoring her questions.” “Hey didn’t ask that, I was asking…..” He rudely interrupts her “what’s your name young girl.” “What!!  Idiot” Jibed looks back over his shoulder and smiles, his expressions show no ill motive. She now understands he was trying to lighten the mood. “Idiot, call me Poldark” “Mhhhh that’s one strange name, you are from the south plains huh?” she slightly moves quickly to march his pace so they walk side by side now walking on his left. Jibed still waiting for an answer as she looks down on her. He giggles as he now knows he is not getting an answer from her. A pretty complicated duo of a guy as ordinary as anyone and a small lady walk by other groups turning down a few invitation, until Poldark get irritated and asks him why they are turning down different groups instead of joining them. He stand and points to his left where Roafgar, Quinwreth, and Jacqui are; “They are our teammates, now let’s go introduce ourselves” they head straight to the group and make the first contact with Poldark on his left. “Hey lets form this team already and start moving to Mildeb, I’m sure more than fifteen teams have already departed” the group three look at him slightly amazed with this ordinary guy asking to form a team, “We area a total of five if we join you, what do you say” a slight moment of silence, just when Roafgar is about to answer him Jacqui jumps in, “idioooot” “Wow I’ve been called that more times in the last two minutes than I was called the whole of last year” Jibed whispers to himself. “What is that” Jac