[ There is very little in this world that holds Zenos's interest, but in spite of that, he is making an effort. He is trying to remain open to the possibility that something may exist here that will give him some satisfaction. Which is why he almost does not sign up for what looks to be a farce of a tournament... then he catches himself, reminds himself that he cannot truly know what he would be up against, and puts his name down for the close combat category.
Which is how he has found himself there in the ring across from his great-grandfather, a sword on his hip and an expression on his face that could generously be called mild amusement. ]
I'd have thought you to be above this sort of thing.
[ Never mind the many tales of Solus zos Galvus's great deeds in the history books. He'd known the old man as an old man, inclined to little resembling his antics of old. This actually has the potential to be novel. Not satisfying, likely... but novel. ]
1, Close Combat
Which is how he has found himself there in the ring across from his great-grandfather, a sword on his hip and an expression on his face that could generously be called mild amusement. ]
I'd have thought you to be above this sort of thing.
[ Never mind the many tales of Solus zos Galvus's great deeds in the history books. He'd known the old man as an old man, inclined to little resembling his antics of old. This actually has the potential to be novel. Not satisfying, likely... but novel. ]