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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 10:12 am
Kaden enters the Orion with his spirits set high. The match now layed before him felt like destinies hold around his neck... He was not too worried about the match, truth be told he is excited!
Kaden has been waiting to test his full metal against Taliman for some time now, he knew he would not have to hold back in this fight. Kaden now knows how to reveal his third wing without the unparalleled pain and discomfort on his human frame. But will it still be enough...
Kaden walks on his way to the arena grounds passing up all the other rooms, sighing he sets his sights forward. Kaden pushed open the doors to the arena and jumped from the entrance to one side of the stage layed out in front of him. Kaden, soon after landing, Removed his weighted clothing; his leg weights, his arm weights, and his chest weight. Still keeping his Muramasa On his left side and Tren on his right side, he is still wearing only his shirt, pants, shoes, and necklace...
After Removing the extremities he meditates and focus's his mind... He knows for this fight he needs to take it seriously right from the get-go, or it can end as quickly as it started...
He whispers quietly after finishing his meditation... "Taliman, I am ready..." And waits for the arrival of his destiny...
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:54 pm
Club Orion's front doors open on command as the small figure outside makes his entrance. His entire upper body is covered by a flowing scarlet coat, several darker buttons fastening it between his neck and his waist. Underneath can be seen dark red slacks and polished black shoes, his hands bare. Atop his crown, hiding his ears, is a red fedora with a small black feather protruding from one side. Red locks obscure the left side of his face, but his closed eye can be seen behind a pair of reflective black shades, resting just at the tip of his nose. His feet following a linear path as he moves, his forearms fold over one another behind his waist.
Taking his time with relaxed paces and a subtle sway of his hips, the Orinian lord follows a premeditated path through the building, head tilted down. He moves with short strides through the corridor and across the arena floor, reaching the battle stage where his opponent awaits his arrival. The demon recognizes him by one name, one not heard for some time around these parts. Passing Sephiroth not a glance, he moves some ninety feet into the ring before stopping promptly. His feet apart enough to give him a sturdy footing, he lifts his head and opens his narrow blue eye, his dark lips parting.
"Don't let me down, boy. I had to postpone a very important meeting to be here."
Spreading an arrogant smile across his lips, Wesley unfolds his arms and, with a flick of his left wrist, summons his demonic weapon. The soul-devouring Shinorei, held in it's scabbard, is tight in his grip, though he does not strap it on. He instead stabs the durable sheath right into the floor with a nonchalant jerk, cracks radiating away from the new hole made in the stone tile. Releasing the hilt and taking a right step ahead of his motionless left leg, he opens his clawed hands and spreads his arms out to either side, palms facing his opponent. Tipping his lower jaw down, his eye is hidden by the brim of his hat. One would not know from his behavior, but he has been anticipating this battle for quite some time now.
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