Post by Fireball on Nov 14, 2003 22:00:23 GMT -5
Fireholder I've been wanting to take you on one on one for a while now and I figure why not now. The rules of this fight are simple, basic weapons only. Pistols, swords, I'll except, no heavy duty stuff or explosives. And the big rule is NO GODMODDING! I don't want any of the "I have a big gun hidden in my coat" or the "I can magicly float in the air due to my big coat". Now to start it off.
The setting was a zen garden near a onsen, the bath right near the arena. Rocks were at all the corners, monuments to awe at in wonder. The sands were nicely smoothed into a patern of weaves. In stands away from and above the arena people sat watching or sipping free drinks.
Walking onto the sand a 5' 1" teenager with Alex Row of Last Exile hair style and bright blue eyes pulled out a nice and long katana from his bag of weapons. Taking two beratas and five extra clips each he set them down before removing his leather jacket. He was dressed in a black turtleneck with red embrodery. The shoulders of his shirt were decorated with a red and gold dragon each, the teen's sign. Along the sides of his gray cargo pants were silver foxheads, five tails coming from the head, the teen's over sign.
The man then began to holster the pistols at the back of his waist, clips along the front. Unsheathing the katana he soaked oil along the sharp blade until the bottle of oil was empty. Looking up as he adjusted his glasses Fireball smiled. "Let's begin."
The setting was a zen garden near a onsen, the bath right near the arena. Rocks were at all the corners, monuments to awe at in wonder. The sands were nicely smoothed into a patern of weaves. In stands away from and above the arena people sat watching or sipping free drinks.
Walking onto the sand a 5' 1" teenager with Alex Row of Last Exile hair style and bright blue eyes pulled out a nice and long katana from his bag of weapons. Taking two beratas and five extra clips each he set them down before removing his leather jacket. He was dressed in a black turtleneck with red embrodery. The shoulders of his shirt were decorated with a red and gold dragon each, the teen's sign. Along the sides of his gray cargo pants were silver foxheads, five tails coming from the head, the teen's over sign.
The man then began to holster the pistols at the back of his waist, clips along the front. Unsheathing the katana he soaked oil along the sharp blade until the bottle of oil was empty. Looking up as he adjusted his glasses Fireball smiled. "Let's begin."
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