Of Crystals and Rust

Longinus Julian sighed in exasperation as the man in front of him collapsed, his entire body covered in wounds and drenched in blood. Julian looked at the sky, sweat dripping on his face, his hair wet. He raised his fist into the air, and the crowd cheered, yelling at the top of their lungs. His amber eyes twinkled in the light. As the cheers faded, so did the crowd, as the final match had ended. He made his way back to the changing room, where he cast off his armour, and cleaned himself off, washing his face, putting on his normal attire, the usual. He made his way out of the Coliseum, turning to one of the guards. "If anyone asks where I am, you are to tell them that I am at the castle, and that I do not wish to be disturbed. If you inform them of anything else, I will turn you into a pile of rust. Understand?" he stated, his glare unnerving. The guard only gulped and nodded as Julian made his way to the town square, wearing a different attire than usual. It was a plain green shirt with denim pants. As he entered the town square, he looked around, searching for Jazz.