Crushed. (Private with Emi)

It was like any other ordinary day to Skye. Full of possibilities, opportunities, things to happen- good and bad. He never seemed to linger on that 'what ifs' in life. They usually proposed negative thoughts or things that were never actually achievable. Today was just a normal day, he decided taking the day off to rest nicely in the guild hall was a good idea for today. He flipped through his keys, looking at them one by one, shining each smudge with the edge of his shirt. He prized all his keys; every single one of them as if they were his family. In a way, some were. Most have been with him for well over a year and a half, the bonds and the memories created irreplaceable by anything.

It was when his stomach rumbled that he decided shining his keys for hours on end should come to a short break. It wasn't often Skye was careless with his keys, however today was an exception. He felt so satisfied, so relaxed and so happy with the lifestyle he obtained, his care for problems and his keys were out of question for him to worry about. He quickly set his keys on the edge of his table, leaving his backpack with it. He would only get a quick bite, then quickly return to what he was doing. He hadn't made many friends in Sabertooth yet, but the guilds high spirits and endless selflessness kept him happy enough.

He quickly gobbled up the biscuits he got, making sure he was rid of any crumbs on his shirt. How could he keep his keys clean if he couldn't even do so for himself? He hurried back to his table, but his keys were not set atop it where he left them. He panicked for only a second before spotting their shine a small distance away from the table. His mind had made up that someone stole them at first, so his huge sigh of relief was appropriate.

He starting walking over to his keys, not wanting to leave them in such a vulnerable place. They were capable of such power, yes; but the keys were as delicate a stick. Breaking a key was an easy task; obtaining them to break was the real challenge. It struct him for just a second, though. Out of all the keys to be sticking out on its own, away from all the others on the metal loop was Columba, his first key. He didn't know why, but he felt as vulnerable as the key. He swept his keys off the ground, regaining a sense safety and comfort, although he stood up and turned around only to smack into somebody walking by. He stumbled back, dazed as unusual words left his mouth. "Ack, damn, watch it...!"

"You wanna spar, eh? Sure thing. Full armor and weapons. Meet me in the arena. I'm going to go get my stuff on." His new sparring opponent mentioned getting gear, which hinted that she used weapons and armor when she fought, where as Skye did not. Nodding as she walked away, Skye quickly grabbed his backpack off the table, slipping it onto his back before clipping his loop of keys to his belt. He just stood where he was for a good five minutes, just thinking about what he had just done. It was so out of place for Skye to have actually picked a fight, it confused him more than it would anyone else. There was nothing he could do about that now, he challenged someone and they had accepted. There was nothing left to do except for Skye to head to the arena himself and wait for his opponent- who's name he still did not know, to arrive. Skye led himself to the central platform, standing on the balcony that would take him to the arena. He took in a deep breathe and counted to three. One. Will I regret this? Two. Why did I act so harsh..?" Three. I've got a bad feeling about this. Three. He was in.

It was much to Skye chagrin as his opponent leaped over both Ursa Major&Minor, leaving the bears both dazed and confused as to what had just occurred. It seemed to be a mistake for Skye to have chosen such brute force to fight her, she seemed agile and well aware of how to adapt to such situations. He had enough energy to summon another spirit, but his plans had backfired. He had no time to swap into Scutum before Emi would eventually collide with them, but summoning Columba would simply be a temporary meat shield, which Skye was opposed to doing. It seemed that he lost this particular trade, which he accepted, but he already had another plan in store, if he could take her next attack of course. With immense force she slammed into Skye, though he did at a last moments notice try to evade her attack, causing the blow to strike his right torso and arm. He was sent slamming into the ground, as two things became immediately known to him. He was out of breath, all the air was knocked out of him flat right there, and that here was a crunch, somewhere she had hit him. His eyes stared at the only possibilities for the source. It was either his arm or Columba. "Get off of me, right now!" There wasn't any sharp pain that he recognised as a broken bone, so he immediately shot the worst case scenario through his mind. "GET OFF!" He screamed, he meekly tried to shove her off with his left arm, to little avail. The more he ran the worst case scenario themore he shoved, he wouldn't believe it until he saw it.