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 Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 2:17 pm
"Come on kick his a** to the curve.." She shouted out at the arena eleaning against the edge..
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 2:55 pm
The wind appears, and much like a ghost he appears. His fully covered body wrapped in long sleeve coat pressed together with three belts around his waist to hold his his clothing against body. He wore a ivory mask over his face with floral design going from just under the left eye slit, and down to where the mouth is. He came to watch the matches.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 3:06 pm
From the start his attention was towards the current champion. He would take a large interest in her fighting style. Fenrir had a heavy breathing about him like he wore a repository mask. His eye's hidden by the darkness of the eye slits. His hands hidden in the long sleeve to hide his natural weapons. Althought watching others battle got him in a unstable mood. Thus, he took from his inner jacket a greenish color liquid in a needle, and jammed it into his bear neck. He pushed the plunder down, and ejected himself with the greenish liquid. He tossed the needle away, and relaxed a bit as he watched.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 3:35 pm
Fenrir watched the fights, and looked them over in his head with what he learned so far. The current champion is working on simple, and childish tricks. But them seem to work. Yawgmoth as he is called is nothing to worry about. Tactics seems not to be anyones strong suit. Fenrir looked around, and then sighed.
"It seems that most of them has skills, and powers. But nothing my master is looking for. Hum, maybe I'll have to test them all sooner or later." He said with a cold, and muffled voice.
Fenrir went off, and disappeared much like a ghost.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:33 am
The Man in all white looking very much like Yang watched the Yawgmoth fight and laughed "You can't beat the God of Darkness with Darkness" he said to himself.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 5:25 am
*Sitting down and waiting for the judges to announce the contestants for round 2, Ali tok the liberty of polishing his two pistols, throwing knives, Alstor and Pestilence. making sure they were all flawless and top jnotched for the next round. If he even advanced to the next round, the judges were a mysterious bunch and they just might say that Ali had lost the round. If so he had only to accept it, as it was within the rules. Not that it mattered, much. Ali was just after four things, a fight with Crow, Yawg, become the champion and hurt alot of people on the way up.*
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:54 pm
He watched through the glass with interest. A Blessed of Slaanesh verse some no body was always a fun sight
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:14 pm
* Ali entered the lounge after a long shower to rid himselves of the stench, he had also popped a breath mint to get rid the vomit taste. Ali hated dragons and being up ones butt was hardly something he'd like to repeat, even Crow didn't smell of roses so to speak. Despite it all, Ali was looking forward to watch the final match.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 1:47 pm
Yomiko walked in quietly hoping she was in the right place. She had been invited by her friend Anita to watch her final match. Fumbling she tripped over herself trying to get to a seat. Upon finding one she say then pushed her glasses up and clutched her satchel tight to her chest as she hoped to see her friend win.
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