Igov

  Igov didn’t make a move he watched the crowds taking it all in. He probably shouldn’t have signed up for this competition because he couldn’t maintain his mission from here but the others both decided not to compete, and this competition seemed a bit too pointed to not be important.

  “You” A large burly man called to him. Igov glanced. The man motioned toward him. Igov looked him over and went. The man smirked.

  “A bit of help.” He offered tossing something to him that he caught easily and without thought. The man’s eyes sparkled. Igov made a note to be prepared for things to be thrown at him. “Gem is bad description.” He breathed before heading off.

  Igov looked down at the tool that looked like a bunch of spare parts thrown together. Igov turned it around. A gem is not a good description. He thought that through. Genasi were of the water. He looked around for anything water. People congregated around decorative water.

  His eyes though found the spell Penton had claimed was simply magic it shot out light that added an over all mood to the event. It was in the center of the room. Igov considered. He saw that there wasn’t much structure to the challenge so he took it upon himself to steal the rope that held a curtain aside and used it to help him shimmy up the wall. The ceiling had bits hanging down just strong enough to shift through.

  Igov noticed others had discovered the orb too tossing things at it, trying to hook it. Igov continued on until her was right above the orb and then he let go running his hand through the water grasping at something. Pulling it out, it could be described as looking like a gem but in truth it was soft and warm. It fluttered almost as if it were alive.

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  Someone swung at him and Igov ducked. Search was now done he evaluated now it was fight.

  Some focused on fighting each other break down the outer competition. And some came right at him. Igov had to admit later that his mission fell from his mind as he went through blocking and escaping. Ducking out of the way as more and more built up. It was intense and exciting. He kicked a man who fell back sliding who sat there stunned then boomed a laugh.

  The only goal was to get it to the Enchantress. Not how to get it to the Enchantress. He could just throw it but the steady warm thrum the soft weak feeling exterior left him cradling it close to protect it from even the fighting. He enjoyed the fight but he was getting cornered and things were getting closer and closer to harming the soft warm gem. He noticed the Destron representative. Simply conversating with someone.

  Destron was known for their elemental royalty.

  Igov fought with a new goal in mind. It would make no sense to most as he fought his way over to an enemy. Who looked up at him baffled. He place the warm fluttery thinks in his hands. It sparkled with electricity but didn’t seem to be harmed by it.

  “Get it to her.” He commanded him. The Destron representative looked baffled and Igov began defending the man’s race toward her. It was an individual competition, so he’d get no credit. But Igov eased only when the fluttery thing was gently placed in the Enchantress’s hand with the same care he’d felt.

  “And we have a winner!” The announcer called. Igov eased and though he didn’t win the gentle way the fluttery gem was passed off and taken away left him sure he’d made the right decision.

  “And our next competition!” The announcer called. Igov braced himself. Knowing he’d be signing up again.