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 Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 12:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 12:29 pm
*stands up and walks from the field* im more than a lover than a fighter... *walks into the bar*
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 12:29 pm
((That looked a bit god moddy Alley is ok with it then I won't interfere. Alley PM me if you didn't like what happened))
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 1:39 am
((That WAS god moddy. On both ends. The attacks that 'landed' had no logical basis behind them and also didn't give the opponent a chance to avoid.))
Another day had slipped by without Crow. Driving Yawgmoth mad with boredom and worry he slipped back into the Arena. Nothing was safe from his wrath now, but he hid his quiet rage well. A bent up emotional ball welled within him at the news of Crow's absense. Why? he thought, why did it have to be her? He hoped, that just once, that punk Zero would step into this arena. Or even his little wife angel. He'd tear them both to shreads in his anger. But those were only wishes. Yawgmoth stepped towards the center of the arena and waited. An un announced open ended challenge to anyone who dared step up to the plate. Though his wishes were to release this hatred on Zero or Angel, he had no qualms about beating his rage out on the next poor fool to challenge him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 8:08 pm
*His foot steps clacked a bit against the stone as he walked into the arena from the entrance high in the stands. The slight breeze making his coat tails flap a bit. He could feel his old rival's anger from the guild's mainstay and decided to come and investigate even though he knew the awnser. The Azuria making a small scraping sound as it's leather sheath tip jut touched the stands as he walked around them. He stopped and looked down into the arena, one foot on one of the seats as he pushed up his shades
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:00 pm
The presense of Zero set off something like an alarm in Yawgmoth's head and he looked up into the stands to face his nemesis. It couldnt be more perfect, thought Yawgmoth watching Zero push up his glasses.
"Of all the fools to step into this place now we figured you would be the last on the list Omega..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 5:46 pm
Gatt entered the battle feild, or more specificly in the stands. He was board, so he thought he would meet some intresting people in the battlefeild. Gatt might even learn somthing, or relearn. Seeing Yawgmoth ((or Moth mentaly because Yawgmoth just sounded weird to him)) Gatt chuckled to himself, "this Omega character seemed like a good opponent, this might be intresting to watch" Gatt muttered to himself. He waited for one of them to make another move.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 5:52 am
Oldboy rose up from behind one of the seats where he was watching. He decided he had seen enough and it was over, then he saw Zero in the stands. "This will get interesting" he muttered to himself. He sat back to watch.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:12 am
One of the iron gates suddenly lifts. A blond haired girl walked out into the arena from the shadows that concealed her before. Her bloodred eyes moved about, aware of every movement, every person. In her hand she held a sword concealed by a black leather sheath, with rubies embedded into it. Any one educated in swords would tell by the form of the sheath and the form of the pitch black handle that the weapon she held was a katana. She stopped when she reached the center of the arena. She then bowed her head to noone in particular and drew her sword. The sheath dropped to the ground. "Anyone care to dance?" she asked in a quiet voice.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:26 am
The girl then looks around and sighs. "I guess not..." She places her sword back in it's sheath and walks back into the shadows, only to disappear.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 12:45 pm
Senstren walks to one side of the arena. He paused a moment and looked around. Then he crossed his arms and closed his eyes. A moment later frost covered his body, and the nearby area grew cold. His mind went into the river of death, and he began to prepare a suitable fighter.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 12:50 pm
The iron gates lift again and Archeress steps out from the shadows, holding her sword. It's sheath was made of black leather and had rubies embedded in it. Anyone educated in swords could tell from the form of the sheath and the handle that the blade she held in her hand was a katana. She noticed Senstren in the center of the arena and moved towards him, the grip on her katana tightening, ready to unsheath it...
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 12:54 pm
He did not move from his postition. In the river of death, he was putting some final enchantments on the undead spirit. It would only take him a few more minutes to finish it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 12:55 pm
Yawgmoth ignored Zero for now. Their battle would be far too epic to contain in this small arena. And the time was not right. He would wait for his Crow to come back. Wait for her plans for takeover to begin. And then he would tear Zero's vocal chords from his neck. Yawgmoth turned from facing the husband of Angel to see two people that looked as though they wanted a bout. His tail swishing along the arena floor he grinned wide at the opportunity this presented. "We came here looking for a fight. You'll have to wait until the time is right old friend." he called back to Zero. "But that leaves quite a few of you around this place" His voice boomed loudly over the arena floor. "Who wants to step up?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 12:57 pm
Archeress drew her blade from her sheath and tossed her sheath to the side, her katana gleaming. "We're already in a battle, stranger, but you're more than welcome to challenge the winner." she yelled to the stranger.
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