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 Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 9:02 pm
Altar vs. Samayou Tamashii
FIGHT!
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 9:16 pm
Spectators near the southern gate of the arena would later recall the racket they heard (upon the entrance of the fighter from that gate) as that of metal grinding on metal; the sound of innumerable metallic chains clanking over one another. In fact, at first it proved very surpising to the audience. The solitary figure that emerged from the south gate looked plain enough, yet enigmatic--not a chain visible on his body. The man (or woman) who emerged probably stood a couple of inches over six feet. It was hard to tell, as this person hunched forward unnaturally at all times, arms hanging limply in front so that they nearly reached to the ankles. The upper half of the warrior's body appeared quite bulky, perhaps very muscular or well-armored, but not a single detail could be discerned about this person's body.
He (we'll assume) wore a draping, tattered black cloak covering his shoulders and extending all the way down to the hardened soles of his black combat boots. The cloak obscured every inch of his body below his neck, including his arms, from view. Indeed, it had its ripped holes and ugly tears here and there, but only eerie, dark shadows lied underneath. So what of his head and face?
A single, blood-scarlet ribbon tightly wrapped all around his head masked every inch of his head, face, and neck. A few tufts of stark, black hair slipped through the ribbon around his forehead, but only one truly noticeable feature was left visible--his right eye. And what a sight it was, portending the horrific arrangement that would follow. A small but deep scar cut diagonally into the upper-right corner of his eyelid forced his eye to always look half-shut. Perhaps the light blue hue of his eye would seem attractive if it did not stare blankly ahead, apparently focusing on absolutely nothing. It held a dead man's cloudy gaze.
With each step he took, the jangling noise oddly continued to resound throughout the coliseum. Most of the spectators focusing on the Altar v. Samayou Tamashii match had become captivated by this phenomenon. Another phenomenon occurred, too. Every time the soles of his boot stepped down on the arena floor, a seemingly disproportionate amount of dust rose into the air. Each step had the weight of over a quarter of a ton, but the man did not stomp or march. He continued to amble--to shuffle, really--as he creeped further into the arena. He only stopped when he reached about halfway of the radius of the arena, or 75 feet from the center to his position, and another 75 from his position to the gate from which he entered.
At this distance the man halted suddenly. Gradually his head tilted back, his aimless pupil pointed towards the sky, still without any apparent focus. He stood like this, hunched over, head tilted back, already half-dead, and waiting for his opponent to enter.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 12:38 am
Samayou Tamashii is a no-show.
Altar wins by default.
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