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 Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 2:21 pm
This is where the fighters wait until their fights, as well as interact with each other. (Noticed we did not have this and this way, Reaver and I have something to do until we fight biggrin )
Brigand was leaning against the far wall, pissed beyond reason because he did not get a chance to fight. His next opponent had best be wary, he was in no mood to deal with losers and would not hold himself back for an enjoyable fight. He was taller than just about every other fighter there, minus a strange changeling in the corner of the room. He did not look like most that he'd met, which was only like two so he did not give that aspect much thought. But the creature, be it male or otherwise, had a killer instinct about him that Brigand could respect.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 2:51 pm
Shaking his head slowly, Reaver casually rolled a rock between his pale clawed finger tips as he looked it over. Was this rock a relative to the one he had just defeated not too much earlier? Perhaps, and if this was the case Reaver would have to commit to one intense act in order to complete what he had started.Closing his fist, he casually crushed the stone in his hand before throwing the powder from the stone away in order for it to catch in the air. His dark gaze slowly sweeping over the room as he awaits for his next battle, hopefully this battle would be something more of a challenge then him needing to fight some stupid useless rock that lay on the ground. It had to be some sort of joke, and this made things even more serious for his killing intent was raging outwards along with hi ki. Slowly raising his other hand as he drew a single long serrated knife from seemingly no where, Reaver then began walking forwards towards the closest civilian that he would notice. His entire body tensing for a split moment as the weapon was drawn upwards and forwards before crashing it into the skull of this onlooker who was awaiting the next battles. It wasn't an opponent in the tournament, so he did not need to care for their death. The blade sliding right into the forehead, knocking their head backwards with a snap as he then pulls upwards, causing the full body to launch into the air by this blade almost like that of a rag doll in effect. His long bladed tail sweeping out from behind him, and plunging itself into the chest of the civilian, rocking their chest and back to be in line with the held up skull, before the needle like blade of the tail began it's absorption process. Quickly taking away all the fluids, before the flesh and bone itself would appear to be sucked into the tail, leaving nothing but their clothing to be whisked away with a simple flick of his tail.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 2:56 pm
Brigand witnessed the death of the man, shrugging to himself. It didn't much matter to him who the creature killed, it was just a minor detail. If he wanted to kill, so be it...Brigand killed on occasion, though it seemed that the creature absorbed the man for sustenance. It was no different than hunting an animal, though creatures with human or near human intellect were always the most fun. It's why he hunted down gangs of thugs, though they were hardly more intelligent than most animals on earth.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 3:43 am
Shirubā Hoippu  Shirubā passed the floor as he waited for the next battle. He could just feel the tensions in the air. There were many powerful fighters here, though he was just happy he made it past round one. Now it was time to think up a strategy. He scratched his head. Shirubā then decided that he had best rest for now. He sat against a wall and yawned, closing his eyes to take a short nap.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:02 am
Brigand was turned to another fighter enter and his blood immediately began to boil. It was that annoying kid, the one who struck him and then ran like a coward. He clenched his teeth and prayed to whomever gods he could think of to allow him to fight this kid. He took a deep breath and calmed the storm of ki that was threatening to break loose, turning away from the annoyance. He walked towards the opening gate and watched the current fight with unseeing eyes.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 1:41 pm
Shirubā Hoippu Shirubā was awoken by a sudden power spike. He felt it nearby and scanned the area. His eyes then rested on an alien looking fighter. However, he didn't seem to be doing anything. He kept scanning until his eyes rested on that Saiyan he had fought in Central. Shirubā simply sighed. Before, he had been anxious to fight him. However, over the time he had spent after that isident. He realized that it was to small a thing to look for blood, though he still wanted to fight him. Shirubā could tell he had become a stronger fighter. He sighed and then layed his head back again, going back to sleep.
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