There was once a legend of a powerful warrior. His name was Glass. He was a powerful individual, so much, in fact, that even the Gods feared his name. His swordplay was peerless. All fell to his feet at mere sight of this man... Were it only so that this was the same Glass! No, this Glass is nothing more than a mere Mercenary who makes his life out of stealing petty swords from old priests. With that said... that doesn't mean that Glass can't handle anything thrown his away. With his Iron Sword in hand, Glass will show the Duelling League that being a bandit CAN in fact get you somewhere in life! He'll prove it by swiftly defeating his first opponent... A FROG!?! This is insulting! Offending! Tormenting! Glass has come to the Duelling League in hopes of proving his ardor and might, not to clown around with frogs! Bah. What's Glass complaining about? If he's being offered a win, why not take it. When has Glass ever been one to show honor? Regardless, a few quick swifts of his blade, and that'll be the end of it.
