Daric let out a soft chuckle as the argument between the Elf and the Orc went on. He eventually spoke up after they were done talking.
"It's funny that you should mention killing the king's guard considering we don't have a king, we have an emperor" He stood up grinning before making his way across the room and near the gates that were soon to open to let each warrior loose onto the battlefield. He hated the clothing they had given him. Rough and flimsy, about as fit for battle as a toddler was. He looked at the sword he had chosen and to the weapons the others had chosen. It would be tough fighting a few of them, his magic would come in handy, but only if he had enough time and space to use it. If his sword broke he would have to resort to using his fists. He didn't have a problem with having to do it, it just put him at a major disadvantage to most of the combatants, especially the male Orc who had just snapped an axe in two by using it against a wooden dummy. An image of the same thing happening to Daric's own skull sent a shiver up his spine. He soon regained his posture and leaned against the wall behind him. He hated not being in his own personal armour most of all. He'd spent just about every penny he had buying the bloody armour, and now it was probably crumpled up in some chest or being sold off to some cocky rich kid wanting to be an adventurer while having no combat experience. The gold made the armour extensively more expensive, but was worth it, Daric had read that it actually repelled certain types of witches and would take no precautions in his hunting. He pondered as to what would happen if he won the tournament, would he be kept as prisoner? Would he be free'd only to live out the life of a beggar? He decided to think about that if he actually got past the first round. The Orc frightened him a bit, he could probably snap Daric's sword in half if he struck it in the right place.
