The tournament wasn't official; it was barely even a proper tournament since there was no decided winner at the end, so it was more like a series of spars between random people. But despite this Syaoron was still taking this seriously as he did with everything, however at the moment he was at the sidelines watching calmly. In these particular fights both fighters must use some form of magic to battle with, any weapons would have to be affect by some kind of magic as well, also familiars were allowed to fight alongside their masters. Syaoron watched the current pair, one of which had a stone golem behind him, the other was still chanting a spell, he finished and a ring of flame surrounded him and exploded outwards, his opponent was blasted off his feet and his golem reduced to dust.
Since the person receiving the blast had been thrown out of the ring then he lost the battle and walked off to tend to his wounds, the winner cast around the waiting fighters, most of which were taller than Syaoron, deciding who his next opponent would be. Eventually he pointed to Syaoron.
"You!" He barked "let's see what you can do, kid."
Syaoron's eyes narrowed and he walked into the ring, the man opposite him hadn't given his name, and proffered to be known a Kiasa for some reason, he wore no top, a red belt, black trousers and a red headband to tie back his spiky black hair, his face had the faint hint of a stubble and there was a scar running along his shoulder.
Syaoron slipped off his cloak and got ready for battle, Kiasa slipped on a pair of bracers whilst he waited for Syaoron to begin.
"I accept," Syoaron said, and almost instantly flame sprang up around him and he raised his arm "guardian of those who possess the flame, I call on you!" He said.
Flames erupted from along his arm and exploded outwards, the fire behind him faded but in front of him a horned wolf made from flames appeared and howled into the surrounding arena.
"You're move," Syaoron said.
Kiasa only laughed and began chanting the same spell as before, the ring of fire formed around him and began to spread out, and Syaoron quickly braced himself for the impact.
The spell burst out like a shockwave, Syoaron bent down and coiled himself like a spring before jumping into the air and over the flaming shockwave. Kiasa looked up and saw Syaoron draw his sword.
"Flame blade!" He chanted and fire erupted along the sword's blade.
Syaoron raised it and brought it down, Kiasa brought up his arm and deflected the blow with one of his bracers, Syoaron then felt pain surge through his arm and he staggered back.
"Balance bracers kid," Kiasa laughed "nice try though."
Syaoron's eyes narrowed slightly, he glared up at Kiasa as he readied another spell.
Kiasa kicked the ground and a huge chunk of it shot out and began to fall, then Kiasa punched it with all his might and prepared the spell again. Syaoron waited until the rock was just about to hit him before he leapt into the air and landed on it, and then he propelled himself off it towards Kaisa who had another rock about to come at him. Suddenly Syaoron dropped and clutched his eyes, something was causing it to give out waves of pain, Kiasa noticed none of this and threw the boulder at him, Syaoron's expression changed from shock to rage, he got to his feet and cut across with his sword, slicing the rock in half, then leapt forwards and kicked out, catching Kiasa in the throat and driving him to the ground, Syaoron raised his sword, but then the pain stopped and he dropped it before staring at his hands in shock.
Syaoron had knocked Kiasa out and he was partially out of the ring so the fight had gone to Syaoron, meaning he could choose his next opponent, but he didn't feel like fighting anymore, he just wanted to sit down and rest and maybe try and work out what had just happened. His fire elemental faded and he picked up his sword and moved out of the ring to sit down on one of the side benches and think.
[COLOR=aqua]What just happened to me? he thought, bewildered I wanted to...To kill him, but why?
Whatever had just made him do that had made it seem like he was doing it of his own free will, but to Syaoron it was as though his body was moving all by itself.