"Violent as always, Leyk?" the voice resounded, a small croaking audible deep within it, having bene translated into what he knew, his own language, even the sound itself, by his status of a scribe, a skill they could not thank enough for existing.
"I wouldn't have to be violent if they treated me the same." he said, a sigh escaping his soft lips, resulting in him instantly feeling weird because his lips had normally always been chapped, a symptom that had been in his family, the man now coming into his field of vision.
"To be fair it is weird seeing such a exquisite lady such as you fighting if one does not know better." the man, 5'11, bronze skin, rasp voice still resounding, a thick pipe with red smoke coming out of the end, wearing a black coat made of a kind of fur he did not know but was shiny in some way, his feet clad in wooden shoes, a show of his faith in the pillar of motion from what Leyk assumed, a dark brown shirt that might have been white once, and a goatee on his face that was gifted with rather tall cheek bones, few fat, cursed with horrible yellowish black teeth from years and decades of smoking literal poison.
In front of Leyk there stood the only person that had refused to fight him, most still having taken the challenge, if only to prove the other ones were weak for losing to a small woman, but this one had been refusing all this time to gather intel against what he called his greatest challenge, what Leyk called, a duel he was already excited for.
"Are you here to fight me?" asked Leyk, quietly watching the man shrug his shoulders and reply quickly, his pipe out of his mouth, held in his left hand, a small dagger, black, on his left hip exposed.
"Absolutely not." said Kome.
"Then why are you here?"
"I am here to ask if you are ready for tomorrow." Kome said, a hint of fear, or perhaps a simple try to deceive him into believing himself a bit safer than before, hidden obviously within his tone of voice.
"Absolutely" Leyk replied, a wide grin atop 'her' face.
"I am very much looking forward to it." he added, the grin quickly dissipating and 'her' elegant face switching into a slight giggle, one of the few feministic trades that seemed to have been forced upon him in conjunction with this damned form.
"You are a devilish trap for men." said Kome, jokingly shaking his whole body as if both disgusted and afraid, a smile still atop his face.
"Oh shut up." said Leyk, degrading his very presence, be it that he had found the joke to be quite amusing in the end.
"Very well" Kome said, turning around and walking off.
"Until tomorrow then where you will most likely beat my ass in a dozen different ways you overpowered titan-like scribe bastard son of a b#tch." adding on a bunch of useless stuff that still slightly amused Leyk as he left through one of the gates a good few hundred feet away, this entire arena being about three thousand foot wide and Leyk having chosen to have his battles mostly on the edge of it as to utilize the wall, something he most likely wouldn't be able to d o in the tournament that would take place tomorrow.
Still, that was the arena for today, he sighed and started walking towards the gate after a short while, picking up a pouch he had left on the dirt, hanging it around his shoulder, one made to be a bag of holding, but so laughingly small in comparison to the outside that seemed to make him feel even more feminine than he was already cursed to feel out of obvious reasons.
It was made with blackish old leather, parts of it falling off, seemingly revealing it wasn't real which had shocked Leyk as he had not known there was such a thing as fake leather in this place, three pockets, two small ones in the front and useful for nothing if he was honest, one big one in the middle that was closed by a rudimentary lock made out of string and a piece of horn with a black part.
The best part of the day might be over, but now he would go and kill a few scribes on one of the islands mainly used by people that had systems similar to the god gambit one he had gained from Manug, though he had to admit that he had been wanting to test out if killing them would grant him other system's as well, being a bit scared since, while he was aware now that the engravings still worked, violet strings of mana having escaped almost any beast he had slain now, and one golden, he was not sure if what happened with Manug was not some kind of exception.
He thought about this and that as he made his way across the golden streets, having long since grown quite annoyed by the colour but knowing that Crisis had picked gold because she was able to conjure it out of practically thin air, holding it in reality as long as she did not forget she had summoned it, as long as she did not recall it in any way.
After half a hour of walking he came to a big hall, a good hundred foot high, a good thousand feet wide into each direction, pillars holding the ceiling that extended over the edges up, as if to stop it from collapsing under it's own weight.
In front of the opening there stood a masked guard with golden and black embroidery but he just walked past, the guard, despite having been appointed here for being a titan, not caring since he already knew 'her'.
The warp hall was separated by types, the left hall being for what he wanted, hunts, the right hall being for the outskirts, mainly used by soldiers, guards, or even formless and sometimes lords to get to the not yet conquered islands if a especially powerful monster was found.
According to Crisis he would enter one of them very soon so he could perhaps finally ascend to titan-rank, her having said that he seemed to have trouble with growing without constant battle, something that the wand he had holstered around the left of his hip would deny, but well, that was her opinion.
Leyk entered the warp gate, basically looking like a big chamber, maintained by a special titan on the other side, ones specifically guided by the city lord of transportation herself according to what he had heard, feeling an overwhelming wave of pure intent, feeling his body dissipate, finally feeling the ground open up, gripping 'her' leather bag tightly as not to lose it as he had done the first time he had travelled through this place.