Ivory and Ebony (Samael vs Desmont)

Samael walked into the Arena to the designated starting positions. Looking up and around at all the people, it was a little intimidating to be viewed by so many all over Fiore. He's not even in a guild or even from Fiore and yet people were awkwardly or even passionately cheering for him? That was an.. uplifting experience. It actually made him feel welcomed in this new country. Maybe one day he'll earn their respect with his actions and not just because he's participating in an over-hyped event.

"Now entering the arena: The scaled stranger, the reptilian rumbler, and all around rookie, Samuel! Can this guildless gator trounce the competition, or will he be yesterday's bag! We'll find out after a word from our sponsor, Rave Masters, for all your party needs!"

Sam was half paying attention to the announcement as it just sorta prattled on, but he did wish that they could at least get his name right. Was that so difficult? His opponent had a longer and more complicated name than him! Sam sighed and crossed his arms as he waited, looking over the flat arena. It wasn't really his style since he grew up with mostly guerrilla tactics, but he will have to try his best.

(( I Win by Default. It's been three days + 1 hour. I'll post an exit post a little later. Sorry Desmont

Sam had been waiting for thirty minutes for his opponent. The clock in the stadium had been slowly counting down since they called for Desmont. The crowd's enthusiasm had waned for the match and had begun content to make bathroom runs. The announcer did his best to keep the crowd entertained with factoids about guilds participating in this event and their most well known members and/or jobs. As the clock counted down the last five minutes, Sam stood up from his sitting position and made one walk around the arena's edge, occasionally giving High-fives to less bashful people in the stands.

The announcer rattled on for the last minute. "Can Lady Desmont make it to the arena in the time we have left? Will there be no challenge for our current combatant? Hold your breath folks as the last thirty seconds count down!"

Sam yawned and walked back to the middle of the arena as he mutters the count down with them. "Ten.. Nine.. Eight.. Seven.. Six.. Five.. Four.. Three.. Two.. One."

The buzzer was rung, signaling the end of the match and Sam looked up at the announcer's booth before shrugging to the crowd and waving to them, jogging out of the arena. The crowd lets out a disappointed sigh and shuffles in their seats as the reptile heads back to his hotel room until the other fights are resolved.

(Magic: 100/100)
(Win by Default, no post in 3 days from opposition which was by July 3rd 4:15 PM EST.)