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 Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 2:38 pm
Sith Solaries vs. The Dominion Juggernaut
FIGHT!
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:53 pm
The arena begins to shake as the approach of the Beast is nigh. People run in terror from the great Beast, recognizing him as something he is not, the mighty Tarrasque of legend. While it is true the Beast is modeled after such a creature, the thirty five foot ten ton behemoth of scale and bone is far from the creature of legend. Bursts of destruction rumble through the arena as doors are creatively reconstructed to allow passage of the great beast. A section of the stands begins to become unstable and caves in, leading to the deaths and injury of hundreds. The rumble continues as his slow footsteps bring him to the northern gates, two jet black orbs with a crimson tint around the edges of the spheres settling upon the gate before him. An explosion of pulverized rock and what had once been the gate sprays out into the arena. When the Beast finally comes to a stop with his entire length inside the arena itself he rears back and lets out a bellowing roar that shakes the arena to its foundations.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 2:58 pm
The arena gates opened slowly, shrieking loudly as they rose, as a presence began to fill the colliseum. A large, elongated shadow cast itself upon the floor as a dark figure appeared in the gateway, trudging slowly through the loosely compacted sand. His black clothing gleamed darkly in the bright light of the arena, shading his features lightly as well as some of his muscles.
The man's blood red eyes scanned the arena, stopping on the enormous figure in front of him. Narrowing his eyes, the man let out a small humming noise, staring at the creature with indifference and little interest. Folding his arms across his chest, he called out to the creature. "Have your victory. This tournament no longer interests me. I've better things to do with my time. Should you win, I hope you do well with the prize money. Should you lose, well then, I wish you better luck next time."
The man turned and began to walk back towards the gates, calling out over his shoulder before he disappeared from sight. "Farewell."
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