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Post by econdha on Dec 14, 2005 15:49:26 GMT -5
Now our co-GM has to get off her arse and post her fight, and then we can move on.
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Post by Redeemer on Dec 14, 2005 16:09:05 GMT -5
And i have to finish mine, wich will be up tonight.
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Post by econdha on Dec 14, 2005 16:47:59 GMT -5
Well I can't let Red beat me. I'll have it up shortly.
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Post by Redeemer on Dec 14, 2005 22:57:52 GMT -5
Matthus smirked and nodded, entering a personal favorite, he had mastered it in hand to hand and lightsaber combat, along with others but this was his favorite.
Matthus bent his knees into a Juyo form stance and motioned for the creature to come forward. It did, with awsome speed, it charged in and launched its spear at Matthus's heart. If he had had the force he could already be behind the creature and snap its neck but he barely had time to dodge, he grabbed the end and jerked it forward. As the demon became off balanced Matthus brought his foot into its gut.
Followed by a spin that jerked the spear from this demon's hand and then hit it in the face with the blunt side. Throwing the spear over the edge of the ring Matthus now had the match somehwat even. Matthus looked at the creature and bent down into his form again, just as he did his eyes went wide as the Demon mimiced his style.
"How dare you mock my combat style, we will see who the true master of it is."Matthus spun forward, the movement meant to distract the enemy. But this demon was no fool. Its foot launched into the spinning mass, but was grabbed. Matthus grunted in effort as his used his strength to pull the demon over his head and hit it into the ground.
Matthus then went to put his foot down on its head when it grabbed his foot and flung him in the air with its strength. Matthus lost his wind when he hit the ground. But he flipped up anyway and was ready for the next move.
The creature was on him and it brought its hand forward in a slicing motion. Matthus brought his forearm up and spun his hand around the Demon's. Twisting the cretures arm into his side Matthus chopped at its neck and kneed it. Were he did an upper cut as the thing bent over.
Matthus straddled the being and almost yelped in pain as he looked down to see the spear in his thigh. Grabbing it he used his fear, pain, and hate to fuel his rage and give him strength, He pulled the weapon free and as the creature still held it he slammed the blunt end into its face, then again, again, and again.
As the creature began bleeding from its face, Matthus took the spear free from his enemies hand and slammed the sharp end into its throat.
But Matthus fell to the ground afterwards, as the poison started to take affect. Matthus raised what was left of his voice to the Emperor, "Victory is mine, now give me my power back now,"
The emperor waved his hand and Matthus could again feel the all knowing feel of the force. The darkside was already cutting into the poison and healing him.
(Sorry its sucks,)
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Dec 16, 2005 2:31:57 GMT -5
uh. now what?
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Post by Redeemer on Dec 16, 2005 7:21:59 GMT -5
Well your Co-Runner of this thing seems to be missing and im waiting for General and Kroenen, if they dont post by tomorrow then we will begin the real fights.
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Post by econdha on Dec 16, 2005 17:01:29 GMT -5
The General already posted
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Post by econdha on Dec 16, 2005 18:27:10 GMT -5
There was a breeze in the arena. Surprising, considering the nature of the place. The blood on the stone platform had been washed away, but dark bloodstains in every color imaginable spotted the ground. The crowd was a murmer that both combatants ignored.
The demon stalked back and forth before Jasha. She held her ground, not wasting her energy on useless pacing. It would be too easy to reach into it's chest using the Power and crush it's heart. Besides, the fighter before her had tried that and had his power taken away.
She unsheathed the Herring from across her back. Using the slightly rounded blade, she kept her dagger in her left hand. Feeling the creature with the True Power, she determined that its innards were similar to a human's but not entirely. At least not the humans she was familiar with.
Anngarad moved forward, it's demonic legs bending at odd angles. As it neared her, suddenly one of the tiles beneath its feet dropped a handspan. It recovered, but that had been the opening Jasha had been hoping for. She stepped forward, bringing her dagger up towards the descending spear.
The demon smirked, a bit of a dagger wasn't going to be any defence against the strength of the demons weapon. Jasha hooked it on the back of the spearhead. She yanked, sending the creature a bit off balance, enough to bring her sword around and cut into it's side.
One of the ragged splinters of it's cloak caught her in the face, slicing clear to the bone. Jasha used the impact of her hit to fling herself away. She smiled, not even feeling the pain as pain, more of a warm tingling pleasure.
The demon began to pace again, considering it's strategy. Jasha reached out with the power and using a weave of the Earth element, began moving the stones up and down under its feet. It stepped towards her onto the ground that wasn't moving. She followed it with the miniature earthquake, driving it towards her.
Fortunately for Jasha, who couldn't keep up moving several hundred tons of rock for long, it realized her intentions and attacked again. This time it wasn't an all out charge, it was a barrage of hits from the spear. Which was also no good. A good staffsman can beat someone with a sword any day of the week.
She flung the demon away with a blast of air. Which was about all she could manage, Air being her weakest element. The dagger was essentially useless to her against the spear, so she pressed it against the hilt of the Herring, where it embedded itself seamlessly. She twisted the hilt and the edge of the blade seperated and became serated like a double bladed saw.
When the demon came forward again, she swung the sword across the shaft, to cut it in half. The demon anticipated this move and slammed the point of the spear sideways to where she'd stepped. Nicking her ribs on the left side.
Jasha felt the effects of the poison spreading through her immediately. She wove the True Power into a barrier to keep the toxin from spreading. At the same time she made a gateway on the ground beneath the creature. It led to the farthest point on this world that she could reach. About 100 feet above them in the air. The limit of the arena. It fell through, grabbing at the side of the portal as it went. That only succeded in slicing off the ends of its fingers.
In the small amount of time until the demon fell from the sky, she worked with the Power against the poison in her body. It was already disfiguring the flesh for a handspan on either side of the wound. She managed to keep it from infecting her lungs, and looked up in time to see Anngarad the assassin standing over her. She knew she was too drained from healing herself to fight anymore.
The spear point plunged forward. With dizzying effort, Jasha opened a gateway 6 inches across. The spear dove through it, plunging into the flesh beyond. The flesh beyond happened to be the demon's skull, where she'd placed the exit of the gate.
She was sprayed with ichory blood as the demon roared grotesquely. Not comprehending that it had wounded itself, it wrenched the spear back. Blood gushed out of the gaping hole in its face and splattered all over Jasha. It fell forward, the edges of the gates cutting through the spear and the demon's flesh like butter. Jasha rolled out of the way of the carnage.
The Nae'blis raised her blade and brought it down across the corpse, cutting the thing in half. She hefted its heart over her head. The crowd roared applause. Her eyes remained locked on the innocent, young looking man in the stands. Her god.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Dec 19, 2005 13:36:13 GMT -5
*shifts a little uncomfortably* Please tell me you went over my head and got Red's permission on this. Please? I don't care to think I'd warrent such blatant disregard of my instructions otherwise. That's not a threat, it's a plea. However, if you did not get Red's permission for this...I'd like to direct you to my instructions IC as the Emperor on the previous page. I'm gonna hope you talked to Red or didn't see the preveious page, and this isn't just major disrespect on your part. *grins hopefully, then hides behind someone you like* What the fuck! Get away from me! I aint gonna be absorbing any of your attacks, go take it like a bitch. [Grumbles] Using me like a huma.... undead cybernetic nazi shield. Ok, I suppose I have delayed this long enough, time for me to work up a post or something... And no fair, why does the General get three? THATS CHEATIN'! I only get to fight one, yet he gets three? How terribly unfair... Oh well... I'll be fighting the assassin, in case anyone was curious. I'll get the post done ASAP.
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Post by The General on Dec 19, 2005 16:37:00 GMT -5
*shifts a little uncomfortably* Please tell me you went over my head and got Red's permission on this. Please? I don't care to think I'd warrent such blatant disregard of my instructions otherwise. That's not a threat, it's a plea. However, if you did not get Red's permission for this...I'd like to direct you to my instructions IC as the Emperor on the previous page. I'm gonna hope you talked to Red or didn't see the preveious page, and this isn't just major disrespect on your part. *grins hopefully, then hides behind someone you like* What the *pauk*! Get away from me! I aint gonna be absorbing any of your attacks, go take it like a bitch. [Grumbles] Using me like a huma.... undead cybernetic nazi shield. Ok, I suppose I have delayed this long enough, time for me to work up a post or something... And no fair, why does the General get three? THATS CHEATIN'! I only get to fight one, yet he gets three? How terribly unfair... Oh well... I'll be fighting the assassin, in case anyone was curious. I'll get the post done ASAP. *slaps* You bastard where have you been?! From what I hear you got into a fight, and you didn't tell me about it? Did you win? I mean, er, you better not have gotten yourself mortally wounded or injured or killed, and you better hope you are dead, because if you aren't I'll kill ye. Or at least try. Welcome back.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Dec 20, 2005 10:15:51 GMT -5
General, I did get in a fight, but how am I suppose to tell you when you are NEVER online on MSN? Du-uh! Speaking of which, get your tin can back on MSN, dammit! I miss talking to you, you fuckin' sonovabitch! FUCK!
Same goes for that bastard Hound. He is online a lot, but never answers me when I message. SONOVABITCH, if your reading this, GET ONLINE MOTHERFUCKER! We got a hentai furry site to finish god damnit, dont dare leave me with all the work! Grumble. Well, Im going to post my reply now, as soon as I read back to see what color these demon's blood is....And Lt., hug the General for me. I would do it myself, but I have this problem with hugging people, especailly those of the same gender. Makes me feel uncomfortable. And when Im uncomfortable babies die and mommies cry. You dont want that now, do you?!
Oh, and just so you know, Jenny (General), I didnt win the fight. Because, really, we never did start it. But for honor sake, Im going to say that we did. Truth is, I had a accident on the way there driving the motorcycle, so we have to delay it. I was still willing to fight, but since the person I was fighting was black, I really didnt trust him to come along. They never stay true to their word, never. Always come in groups with guns. I can take on a group of *mei'hswei*s with a damaged leg. Yes, I said 'nigger'. Cant I be a racist, Im a goddamn nazi for fucks sake... I can whatever I want, and diss whoever I want... Im that important. And another FYI, turns out he did stay true to his world, infact he was the one who helped me out. Gave me a ride home and everything. Nice guy, knows some funny jokes... Fancy that. Hm... is this irony?
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Dec 20, 2005 10:24:41 GMT -5
Kroenen stepped up into the large battle arena, moving his head to the side as though cracking it, despite the lack of bone. He looked around slowly, crossing his arms across his chest instead of behind his back in his more trademark stance. His long cybernetic tail swayed through the air, side to side as though it had a mind of is own. He couldn’t find his opponent anywhere in the arena, which was really beginning to irritate him. What a day this has been. One moment he is dealing with a pesky Jedi spy, the next minute he is on a strange foreign planet getting a warm up for a battle of power.
Before Kroenen could finish his thoughts, a large blast of lighting boomed down from the sky and stuck the arena, a few feet away from him. Though, instead of leaving a small crater, it left a warrior instead. Not a human warrior, or anything close to being native to Kroenen’s homeland (Earth), but still obviously a warrior, the large bladed staff pointed that out. Kroenen had gotten used to seeing creatures such as these, even before he adventure into that certain timeline and galazy (Star Wars). But this creature didn’t remind him of a alien species.
No, infact, it reminded him more of demonic beast. It could’ve been the red tone its skin had to it. The glowing red eyes, being the only thing visible to form a face, due to the hood over its head that left the rest of his face in dark shadow. Or maybe it’s the way the creature’s body was formed, with a stance of a human yet the appearance of, what Kroenen would consider to be, a demonic beast. But in the ending result would most likely be the fact that the creature appeared out of a blast of lighting. Something, to Kroenen’s knowledge, only a demon or one skilled in magic arts would be capable of performing.
Kroenen studied the opponent before, trying to work up a mental profile of this creature, and to make a intelligent guess of what to expect in battle. He used Agita to perform ‘Constriction’ on his opponent. It would insure a slow and painful death, given that the creature isn’t strong enough to over fight it, or not protected from magic by some more-powerful source. He just watched for a moment, making note of the lack of movement the creature had made. No struggling, no signs of pain…It appeared that he was right to assume that it was a demon. Then again, not even a demon should be able to over power Constriction. This left only one conclusion: the creature was protected from magic by a higher force*.
(OCC: *Unlike the FORCE (Star Wars), Agita cannot be used on anyone, since it is, infact magic, a style of dark arts. If the subject has a protection spell that was cast by a strong sorcerer, or one whom is well thought in magic or spells. )
Kroenen was the first to act, taking two steps forward and getting in a fighting stance. He didn’t need Agita to defeat some low-class demon. He probably didn’t even need his blades, but that’s something he was looking forward to finding out himself. “Let it begin.”
Anngarad complied, quickly dashing forward and slashing his staff at him. Kroenen blocked the attack with his arm-guard, sending a counter attack punch into the creatures forehead. Anngarad stepped back, shaking his head and a little fazed by the attack. Anngarade moved forward and slashed his staff across at him again. Only this time the attack was too quick, and too close for him to block. Kroenen leaned far back, bending his back in a position that should snap his vertebrae, given that he HAD one. His head nearly touched the ground behind him, watching as the long staff slashed over him, missing nearly by an inch.
Kroenen bend his back up again, a loud cracking noise as though bones being put back into place. Anngarad slashed again, only this time he managed to slice him. Kroenen leaped back, trying to dodge the attack, but this time he wasn’t as lucky. The end of the staff slice across his chest, cutting the fabric of his shirt and some of his jacket. Now he was really starting to be annoyed.
Anngarad stared at the wound for a moment, cocking his head to the side. He couldn’t figure out why his opponent wasn’t in pain, not due to the mere cut but due to the poison that should now be ruining through its veins. Kroenen gave the creature less than a second to really think about anything, sending a spinning kick towards its head. Anngarad leaned back just far enough to dodge it, watching as what would’ve been a lethal blow fly past his eyes. Had those blades on the end gotten him, he would’ve been finished for sure.
Anngarad was caught unprepared of Kroenen’s tail that followed the attack, which slammed into the side of his head. Anngarad nearly fell backwards, not due to the force of the hit but because he was caught unexpectedly. He began to twirl his staff around before slashing it towards Kroenen again. But like before, Kroenen just blocked it. So he sent another, and then another, and one more.
Kroenen repeatedly blocked the attacks with his arm guards, the last attack nearly nipping him. Anngarad dashed forwarded and plunged the staff toward his opponent’s stomach. Kroenen moved to the side, barely missing the attack by a hair. He grabbed hold the staff before the warrior could pull it back for another slash. With a strong tug, he pulled the staff right from the creature’s hands and broke it in half over his knee.
Anngarad was furious now, but attempted to keep his cool. As every assassin should know, rage can blind your judgment on the battlefield. The two warriors began to battle it out fist-to-fist and foot-to-foot, each using styles of martial arts. They both were coming out in a draw, there was a style the demon could use that Kroenen couldn’t block, and not a style he could use that the demon couldn’t block. Apparently the demon was a good assassin, as all assassin, at least those he has been with, are very skilled in marital arts.
Anngarad plunged in for a punch, but Kroenen quickly moved to the side and dodged it. He grabbed hold of his arm before the demon could draw back, and by using his own elbow, he dislocated the demon’s elbow, causing it to poke out from the opposite side than its intended to. Anngarad let out a demonic roar of pain, stepping back and hold on to his broken limb which no just dangled on him like a Christmas ornament.
Kroenen used Agita to move the broken bladed end of the staff, which, due to their fighting and moving around, was now right behind the demon. The broken bladed staff arose, as if handled by a invisible ghost, or perhaps by telekinesis. Anngarad raised his still working arm in a aggressive motion, ready to strike, before he howled out in pain. The bladed end of the staff flew and pierced right into the demon’s back, the end now protruding out his chest. The creature feel to its knees, roaring in its pain.
Kroenen crossed his arms behind his back and slowly circled the fallen creature. He laughed deeply yet softly to himself. “So this is my battle? How tragic, I expected something more. Perhaps even something that could’ve beaten a four year old child. How unfortunate for me, I suppose.” The creature arose and levitated up off the ground, his body hanging weekly as though someone had it by the throat. Kroenen was using his Agita, which would imply that it was the creature who has resistance, it wasn’t a protective spell from some higher source. But now in its weakened condition, the demon was left unprotected to Kroenen’s Agita.
The demon’s legs snapped back at the knees, dislocating them. The same with his still-usable arm, leaving him in a great deal of pain, which the roars and cries pointed out rather well. His arms stretched out, as though being pulled from both sides, leaving him look as though he was crucified. Kroenen used his claw to slowly crave a Swastika into the demons chest, just for decoration.
“You should be thanking me,” boasted Kroenen as he turned his back towards the creature. “For showing you such mercy.” With that said, the creatures arms and legs were being stretched out, as if being tugged at from all sides. The creature let out one last roaring cry of pain, before his limbs were torn off, gallons of blood gushing out of the fatal wounds. The creature vanished in a puff of red smoke, and silence filled the arena, now that the demon’s suffering cries of pain have now come to an end.
Kroenen sighed softly out of boredom, crossing his arms behind his back as he made his way out of the area….
(OOC: Ok, I really don’t know what to do now… so what, is some portal suppose to pick me up? Someone going to come congratulate me on my victory and announce me the winner? The almighty emperor going to come talk with me or something? What? Details, details, details, gotta have the details… And whoever thinks I defeated that demon too easily can go FUCK THEMSELVES…. Im a fuckin’ undead cybernetically enhanced assassin nazi who studies and is very skilled in the dark arts of magic and has protection from Gods…. I’ll be damned if some stupid little pussy demon can beat me up, baby.)
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Post by The General on Dec 20, 2005 16:40:18 GMT -5
General, I did get in a fight, but how am I suppose to tell you when you are NEVER online on MSN? Du-uh! Speaking of which, get your tin can back on MSN, dammit! I miss talking to you, you *pauk*in' sonovabitch! *pauk*! Same goes for that bastard Hound. He is online a lot, but never answers me when I message. SONOVABITCH, if your reading this, GET ONLINE MOTHER*pauk*ER! We got a hentai furry site to finish god damnit, dont dare leave me with all the work! Grumble. Well, Im going to post my reply now, as soon as I read back to see what color these demon's blood is....And Lt., hug the General for me. I would do it myself, but I have this problem with hugging people, especailly those of the same gender. Makes me feel uncomfortable. And when Im uncomfortable babies die and mommies cry. You dont want that now, do you?! Oh, and just so you know, Jenny (General), I didnt win the fight. Because, really, we never did start it. But for honor sake, Im going to say that we did. Truth is, I had a accident on the way there driving the motorcycle, so we have to delay it. I was still willing to fight, but since the person I was fighting was black, I really didnt trust him to come along. They never stay true to their word, never. Always come in groups with guns. I can take on a group of *mei'hswei*s with a damaged leg. Yes, I said 'nigger'. Cant I be a racist, Im a goddamn nazi for *pauk*s sake... I can whatever I want, and diss whoever I want... Im that important. And another FYI, turns out he did stay true to his world, infact he was the one who helped me out. Gave me a ride home and everything. Nice guy, knows some funny jokes... Fancy that. Hm... is this irony? I'm on right now sack of sand! I've been on all day, it's not my fault that you only get on in the morning and what not! I was on from 11:00 pm to 2:00 am trying to catch you, and not once did you get on, you lipless bastard! Well maybe I miss talking to you too, so there, How do you like them apples, Crusty?! You had an accident?! You careless bastard you could have gotten yourself killed, you moron! What were you thinking?! Why If I were there right now I would hit you with gears in the head and called you foul names until you were scarred for life >_<. You could take a group with a damaged leg? Well if that isn't arrogance than I have never heard it, oh you stupid stupid undead nazi, what if they did have guns, hm? Then what? You'd get a bullet in your ass and then I would have to track them down kill them, find you in the hospital, beat you until you were an inch from death, and then pay the medical bills and probably go to jail where I would have to break out and make a gang or railroad workers and call ourselves The Mexican Railroad Spikes, even though none of us would be mexican...do you really want that happening? Well then, at least he took you home...I swear if you hurt yourself, I'll kill you >_<.
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Post by Spooky on Dec 20, 2005 16:55:43 GMT -5
You guy... Wha... Erm... Uh... Nevermind.
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Post by The General on Dec 20, 2005 19:03:34 GMT -5
We're what? Sexy? I'll thank you, as I am several tons of drop dead biomechanical hotness, but sorry, I don't swing that way.
Shoo little fag, shoo. Get outta here, we don't like your kind.
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Post by The General on Dec 20, 2005 19:06:45 GMT -5
((Nice post by the way, Colonel, very graphic.))
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Post by econdha on Dec 20, 2005 21:59:39 GMT -5
We got a hentai furry site to finish god damnit, dont dare leave me with all the work! Grumble. Oh yeah, you're doing all the work. Who's the one who has to DRAW all the furry porn?? *hides behind the General and acts like she didn't say it* ....And Lt., hug the General for me. I would do it myself, but I have this problem with hugging people, especailly those of the same gender. Makes me feel uncomfortable. And when Im uncomfortable babies die and mommies cry. You dont want that now, do you?! *hugs the General* Oh, and just so you know, Jenny (General), I didnt win the fight. Because, really, we never did start it. But for honor sake, Im going to say that we did. Truth is, I had a accident on the way there driving the motorcycle, so we have to delay it. I was still willing to fight, but since the person I was fighting was black, I really didnt trust him to come along. They never stay true to their word, never. Always come in groups with guns. I can take on a group of *mei'hswei*s with a damaged leg. Yes, I said 'nigger'. Cant I be a racist, Im a goddamn nazi for *pauk*s sake... I can whatever I want, and diss whoever I want... Im that important. And another FYI, turns out he did stay true to his world, infact he was the one who helped me out. Gave me a ride home and everything. Nice guy, knows some funny jokes... Fancy that. Hm... is this irony? I told you not to ride the bike. Don't bother listening to the precog, though. Yes, that would be irony. Mmmm very iron-like.
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Post by econdha on Dec 20, 2005 23:35:49 GMT -5
OOC: posted for Chip.
Quan Chi awoke on the stone floor of the palace. His burn marks, bruises, cuts and broken bones healed. He flexed his pale white muscles as his dark energy was restored to full power. Quan shook his head trying to remember what had just happened. He remembered Rayden "That foolish God killed us all I swear if it takes a thousand years Ill make him Suffer!” He cursed out loud. But then he saw where he was. This place is beautiful surely I must be alive or Id be burning in the 5th plain of the nether realm. So if I’m not dead where am I? He looked around to see all kinds of beings that looked to be warriors all around him. He did not have time to ask anyone what was going on before a huge being clad in dark red armor appeared. Quan chi listened to the whole speech about the tournament and no fights before hand.
He and the rest of the fighters walked through the gates and into the palace. “This place is even bigger than Shan Tsungs palace.” He thought to himself. Quan sat at the diner tables but ate nothing. He spent the whole time looking at all his possible opponents none of witch seemed impossible to beat unlike that damned Dragon King. Quan Chis rage started to escalate as he thought of that monster ruling his realm using his amulet he worked so hard to obtain. Which only made Quan want to win this more he thought maybe if he won the tournament when he returned he’d be powerful enough to slay the Dragon.
When dinner was finished he heard the Emperor say something about going to bed. Quan would go to his room but he would not sleep there was far too much to think about. Quan almost never slept witch was evident to the big black circles under his wicked eyes.
He spent the night meditating honing his black magic and practicing his escrema tang soo do and broadsword forms.
When it was morning he walked outside and saw all the Gods in the seats. Quan was grateful that Shinok the god of Suffering was still in Hell he’d probably have taken great pleasure in torturing Quan for stealing his amulet. Quan stood to the side and awaited news.
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Dec 21, 2005 1:17:27 GMT -5
geeze, you could argue on somewhere other than a rpg.
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Post by econdha on Dec 21, 2005 2:24:53 GMT -5
Sirs, I believe you know Malus, the guy who declared War on the Fatal Alliance.
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