Post by Angel Aries on Aug 12, 2003 19:12:52 GMT -5
Pure fistfight...rare on these boards, isn't it?
But it's the order of the day, it seems, as the fight itself comes down in the middle of a small villiage, enshrouded by leafy green trees. The fight itself is to take place a little ways from the villiage itself, on the top of a grassy hill. The villiagers, dressed somewhat well for such a small group of people, have all gathered around what has been called since ages past, "The Squall", a large flat circular area marked with stones, two large tree stumps sitting at opposite ends of the circle.
Aries stands at one, which is tied with a blue cloth close to the top, already pulling off his shirt and overshirt and tossing them on the back of the stump itself, with a few of the villiagers wishing him good luck. Aries grins, then picks off his glasses, produces a small finger-sized case from his pocket, and turns his head skyward, putting in a pair of contact lenses.
"Hoookiee-dokie!!"
He grins, turning to face the inner ring, putting the case and his glasses in his pocket, then drawing out a pair of black gloves with rounded silver metal knuckles, and a black bandana, which he ties around his forehead to catch his sweat.
"You asked for it," he says congenially, a breeze lashing at his khaki pants over black steel-toed boots that would seriously hurt in a kick, but might cut down on his agility.
He cracks his knuckles, then knits his fingers and stretches his arms over his head. "...You got it there, kiddo!"
But it's the order of the day, it seems, as the fight itself comes down in the middle of a small villiage, enshrouded by leafy green trees. The fight itself is to take place a little ways from the villiage itself, on the top of a grassy hill. The villiagers, dressed somewhat well for such a small group of people, have all gathered around what has been called since ages past, "The Squall", a large flat circular area marked with stones, two large tree stumps sitting at opposite ends of the circle.
Aries stands at one, which is tied with a blue cloth close to the top, already pulling off his shirt and overshirt and tossing them on the back of the stump itself, with a few of the villiagers wishing him good luck. Aries grins, then picks off his glasses, produces a small finger-sized case from his pocket, and turns his head skyward, putting in a pair of contact lenses.
"Hoookiee-dokie!!"
He grins, turning to face the inner ring, putting the case and his glasses in his pocket, then drawing out a pair of black gloves with rounded silver metal knuckles, and a black bandana, which he ties around his forehead to catch his sweat.
"You asked for it," he says congenially, a breeze lashing at his khaki pants over black steel-toed boots that would seriously hurt in a kick, but might cut down on his agility.
He cracks his knuckles, then knits his fingers and stretches his arms over his head. "...You got it there, kiddo!"
