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 Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 8:51 pm
Synria Frahy vs. Aku Yokoshima
FIGHT!
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 7:09 pm
The elegant swank of her over confident waltz made her armor clink with every step. The broad shoulders back as this cocky maiden of 70 inches smoothed her way onto the arena's dusty floor. The icy expression matched with her icy tresses. The crowd seemed to go quiet. Quiet as the grave except for the already drunk members of the audience who were gurgling, slurring and mumbling to themselves.
The fluffy white tufts of misshapen wing stuck out of the titanium armor that seemed to plate itself thinly and thoroughly, leaving black cloth to fill in its absence. The back of the knees. The middle of the upper chest, gripping the brooche-like sapphire imbedded into her flesh. It glowed a bit and seemed to gaze over the crowd as the owner's eyes did not, the blood-red slits emitting their demented glow from the black pearls of the orbs stared forward to the other end of the arena. The tufts of fluff twitched. Finally, the stone-solid gaze trailed upwards to the sky. What was this intrusion to her icy pale and angry expression? Why, a smirk! The clouds pooled around the sun-illuminated sky above the arena. It spread over the light and seemed to grip it with its angry gloom.
The drunks hushed, amazing. The ominous gloom slithered its wicked vibe throughout the very fibers of the arena, in the soil, and into the civilians who watched violence for entertainment. The Butcher's grip on an especially long trident tightened, and with a quick jab of the butt at the ground, black veins of what looked like ink slithered around the ground, and covered the whole of the surface of the arena in its dark shadowy being. Shadow...exactly what it was. Why would one want to make the particle form of the kinetic energies used to force something into a clay visible? Intimidation, why else? The black veins vined up and curled along the lower part of the walls that led to the audience's seating.
As such occurred, the trident's metal rang, its hollow shaft singing its bleeding song to the audience for but a silent second. The Trident itself, standing at a good 6'5, prongs included, seemed statuesque. Like it was the weapon of God embodied. It was just alot of titanium, and air. Along with a small pouch of sand, mixed with anthrax air-sealed and hiding in the trident's hollowed shaft, corked at the end with an innocent lid that seemed to be just a little steel garnish.
The rolling boom of thunder resounded in the arena, smoothly, and not too loudly. A small flash of lightning that didn't want to touch the ground illuminated the black clouds for a second, and flashed its reflection on The Butcher's armor, and in her eyes, making the blood glow more noticeable. The tall woman glanced around with the coldest, most unenthused look on her face, as though this was common act for her. What if it was?
{Edited: Jul. 20, I hope it's a bit better now.}
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 7:22 pm
Strong, handsome, daring. Every single one of these traits... sorta' pictured our mediocre hero in all of his okay glory. He took his seat, but said nothing. The Butcher needed no cheering on. 'Cause hell, with shoulders that big, she better be a good fighter. He grinned at his own thoughts, he even chuckled, his eyes on The Butcher. Any other spectator might've thought he was a pervert with poor taste.
Kicking his legs up and over the chairs. "Whoo." He said quietly, without much enthusiasm.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 12:49 am
Aku Yokoshima is a no-show.
Synria Frahy wins and advances by default.
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