Greetings and welcome to my very first fanfic There will be some people from the third game (ive only played a little of ds2 and i dont have ds1) as more come to mind I will add them to these pages of comfort, for us all to enjoy. For this first one, the Watcher will be paired with a human sized Yhorm (But still quite large) against Yang and Weiss in the doubles round. I sincerely hope you enjoy this piece, as much as i enjoy typing this. Also just imagine the characters from dark souls in their regular battle outfit.

Enjoyment ahead, therefore try looking carefully!

Yang and Weiss, upon first seeing their two opponents, had thought them strange, the both of them wore something from a different era and time. They easily had the air of 'intense silence' to them, seeing as they glanced at them indefinetly, yet neither Yang nor Weiss believed that it was because of their bodies and simple lust.

"Whoa, look at the size on that one, Weiss! You think he might be related to that Yatsuhashi guy from Velvet's team?" Yang asked in awe at Yhorm's size.

"Hardly, look at his armor, it dosent even look remotely similar to what he wears." Weiss replied, with her usual haughtyness. But before Yang could make a comment on anything, Professor Port's big voice came from everywhere at once. So instead, Yang giggled at the silly metal hat that the smaller one used,

"Here we are! The final doubles round for the day!" He started.

"Our contestants are...Yang Xiao long and Weiss Schnee from Beacon!" As Port finished, the majority of the crowd clasped their hands together in applause for varying reasons.

"And their opponents are...Yhorm Arafa and...Fern Watch of Shade!" A smaller applause for the two bigger opponents, as the area began to light up with symbols that decide what the battleground will take form as.

Ultimately it was the same as Canon.

While Yang's fists raised along with her weapons, Weiss held out Myrtenaster in the royal stance she so favors.

A Farron Greatsword was held out in an age-old pre-battle etiquette, the large blade and the strange dagger that was always at a Watcher's off-hand combined in a stance that was the Legion's formal greeting.

Finally, a movement from Yhorm lifted the blade of his Great Machete from the steel that was the center, with his old Greatshield discarded in lieu of his most precious, he now held his machete in his two large hands, a newly formed notch down the blade became the new home of what was used to hold a giant's large greatshield.

Professor Port's booming voice came through once more.

"Enjoy the fight! Citizens and students!" He finished.

"Yes! Precisely! the two of us will most certainly enjoy this, seeing as I dont believe that we have seen the true strength of the students from Shade." Chimed in Professor Oobleck, after an unusually long silence, as well as a fixening of loosening glasses.

"Three...Two...One. Begin!"

I sincerely apologise for the cliche cliffhanger my dearest reader, but the time is quite late and the chances of my parents finding me grows to inconvenient amount.

The next installment will come around quite soon.