Green eyes scanned the arena, water soaked the bottom of his jeans and his shoes were submerged. A small shore of pebbles showed strong but slippery land, while the water would just slow the students down. His steel jo staff was strapped to his back and he was supplied with multiple balls of metal that were held in a pouch attached to his belt. He closed his eyes and searched for the closest source of metal, far under the pebbles was an unreachable source and the forest provided nothing of use. Connor frowned, none of his surroundings would support him in anyway.
His opponent was a fair distant away, the waterfall being the separation between the two. A grin spread across his face, "Name's Connor Delvin. I'm gonna have a fun time sparring you." Excitement filled his core, he could do almost anything with his metal.
