Post by Wolfe on Sept 21, 2019 23:21:50 GMT -5
The exhibition tournament had begun. The rules for this tournament itself were simple, the fight went on until one of the two entrants was either knocked off of the arena, their aura was fully depleted, or conceded the match. If both participants are knocked off of the arena at the same time, then the first one to get their entire body back on the arena itself is declared the winner. If two people’s aura dropped at the same time, the match is considered a draw and a rematch is scheduled at the next available open timeslot to declare a definitive winner. Draws were so rare as to be a nonissue in the past, but there was a rule for one nevertheless.
The fighting area itself is white concrete measuring approximately fifty meters by fifty meters raised about five feet in the air. The concrete itself is scuffed and shows signs of use, because it was on this area that all classes that used it in the past. The damage dealt in previous years was repaired, sure, but signs of that repair still remained. This was one of the bigger training facilities with some more equipment nearby, and that equipment was put to good use. There was a scoreboard that was lit up with the names of the contestants as well as their faces gracing the board. Contestants started between twenty and twenty-five meters away from each other, with a five meter by five meter block where each contestant could choose to make their starting position.
The matchup up at this juncture was one between two very new students who didn’t know each other very well. Rosalia was the Fifteenth Mistral Regional Tournament Champion and had a decent pedigree to back her up, and Holly’s interests were much more industrious with setting up an entire club very soon after coming into Haven Academy for the first time.
The stakes of this match were simple: the winner advanced to the next round of Class Green’s side of the tournament and had the chance to make it to the Grand Finals against the Class Red if they won three matches. Winning in the finals would not only secure a very prestigious spot in the exhibition rounds of the Vytal Festival with all the media attention that entailed alongside a shot at glory in front of the entire world… but it also meant winning the first Class Competition.
Homeroom became a mandatory part of the day starting at eight o’clock in the morning for everyone involved, and it was a decent half mile distance away from the dorms itself. The winning class of this competition will have their homeroom located as near to the dorms as possible with catering staff to serve breakfast until the next clash between classes. The losing class, however, will be exiled to Training Area Four roughly two miles from the dormitory and will have no catering – being forced to pack their own breakfast or wake up super early in order to eat before heading out. Since winter was fast approaching, this was not an ideal situation for anyone involved and harshly punished the losing team by forcing them to wake up earlier and make the trek in the snow every single weekday morning for an indeterminate amount of time.
Naturally, the stakes were high enough that nobody in the right mind wanted to lose. An extra half hour of sleep every weekday morning added up to two and a half hours of sleep a week – or ten hours of sleep a month. That’s a lot of sleep potentially lost due to the commute over, which could have adverse effects in all of the losing class’s performance in school as a whole. That was a far away concern at this point, however, as the contestants were setting themselves up on the arena itself and waiting for the timer to tick down to zero. Currently it was at around fifteen seconds remaining, allowing for last-minute adjustments on either side to get that little edge they might need before the conflict began.
The fighting area itself is white concrete measuring approximately fifty meters by fifty meters raised about five feet in the air. The concrete itself is scuffed and shows signs of use, because it was on this area that all classes that used it in the past. The damage dealt in previous years was repaired, sure, but signs of that repair still remained. This was one of the bigger training facilities with some more equipment nearby, and that equipment was put to good use. There was a scoreboard that was lit up with the names of the contestants as well as their faces gracing the board. Contestants started between twenty and twenty-five meters away from each other, with a five meter by five meter block where each contestant could choose to make their starting position.
The matchup up at this juncture was one between two very new students who didn’t know each other very well. Rosalia was the Fifteenth Mistral Regional Tournament Champion and had a decent pedigree to back her up, and Holly’s interests were much more industrious with setting up an entire club very soon after coming into Haven Academy for the first time.
The stakes of this match were simple: the winner advanced to the next round of Class Green’s side of the tournament and had the chance to make it to the Grand Finals against the Class Red if they won three matches. Winning in the finals would not only secure a very prestigious spot in the exhibition rounds of the Vytal Festival with all the media attention that entailed alongside a shot at glory in front of the entire world… but it also meant winning the first Class Competition.
Homeroom became a mandatory part of the day starting at eight o’clock in the morning for everyone involved, and it was a decent half mile distance away from the dorms itself. The winning class of this competition will have their homeroom located as near to the dorms as possible with catering staff to serve breakfast until the next clash between classes. The losing class, however, will be exiled to Training Area Four roughly two miles from the dormitory and will have no catering – being forced to pack their own breakfast or wake up super early in order to eat before heading out. Since winter was fast approaching, this was not an ideal situation for anyone involved and harshly punished the losing team by forcing them to wake up earlier and make the trek in the snow every single weekday morning for an indeterminate amount of time.
Naturally, the stakes were high enough that nobody in the right mind wanted to lose. An extra half hour of sleep every weekday morning added up to two and a half hours of sleep a week – or ten hours of sleep a month. That’s a lot of sleep potentially lost due to the commute over, which could have adverse effects in all of the losing class’s performance in school as a whole. That was a far away concern at this point, however, as the contestants were setting themselves up on the arena itself and waiting for the timer to tick down to zero. Currently it was at around fifteen seconds remaining, allowing for last-minute adjustments on either side to get that little edge they might need before the conflict began.
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