Blarg [Private]
Mar 3, 2011 23:58:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2011 23:58:27 GMT -7
Standard NFRP rules and such
Only me and a specific but unnamed individual who will join shortly. That person may start wherever they like in the field of battle.
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I took a deep breath, taking it all in. Course sands lay underfoot, the light winds picking up bits and pieces and peppering my body with them. My brown pants fluttered in the breeze, my only form of clothing. But I did not really need much in this weather, nice and warm with the sun shining brightly. Opening my eyes, I looked around, witnessing the area before me as I already knew it to be so. The gladiator arena of old, home sweet home.
The sands continued to stretch before me, for quite a ways. Although I was basically on one edge of the arena, just a meter or so from the 5 foot granite wall, the sand stretched forward for a grand diameter of 100 meters. The aforementioned wall stretched all the way around the edges in a perfect circle. The inside of the circle held nothing but the sand, and tons of it. It was fairly well packed though, so fighting in it should not prove too difficult. It never was for me, anyways. Above the wall, carved rock seating extended far far above, for what seemed forever. These seats were empty now, though.
Half-turning, I observed my constant friends and companions, Aki and Mai, who stood to my left. They were waiting just as I was, waiting for whoever might show up and entertain us for a while.
I was wearing no ANBU mask today, only the silver helmet that always kept my head safe. Turning my gaze from the animals, I looked down at my arms. My right hand was empty, but on my left arm was held one of my large shields, the straps attached properly onto my arm supporting the 4 foot beast. A sheathed Katana was wedged into the inner bracing of the shield, with the handle sticking out forwards, for easy drawing should I require it. Of course on both my forearms were special pouches which held 25 senbon each and were designed to facilitate the quick transfer of senbon into the hand, for combat. My wings were out, of course, dark brown in color, the individual feathers swaying with the winds. These wings lay folded on my back where they mostly covered a second shield there. From between the wings and sitting under the shield, two more Katanas were sheathed, handles poking up over each shoulder for easy access. Lastly but not least, a mere 3 percussion grenades lay in my butt pouch.
Cracking my neck a moment, I watched and waited for my opponent.
Only me and a specific but unnamed individual who will join shortly. That person may start wherever they like in the field of battle.
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I took a deep breath, taking it all in. Course sands lay underfoot, the light winds picking up bits and pieces and peppering my body with them. My brown pants fluttered in the breeze, my only form of clothing. But I did not really need much in this weather, nice and warm with the sun shining brightly. Opening my eyes, I looked around, witnessing the area before me as I already knew it to be so. The gladiator arena of old, home sweet home.
The sands continued to stretch before me, for quite a ways. Although I was basically on one edge of the arena, just a meter or so from the 5 foot granite wall, the sand stretched forward for a grand diameter of 100 meters. The aforementioned wall stretched all the way around the edges in a perfect circle. The inside of the circle held nothing but the sand, and tons of it. It was fairly well packed though, so fighting in it should not prove too difficult. It never was for me, anyways. Above the wall, carved rock seating extended far far above, for what seemed forever. These seats were empty now, though.
Half-turning, I observed my constant friends and companions, Aki and Mai, who stood to my left. They were waiting just as I was, waiting for whoever might show up and entertain us for a while.
I was wearing no ANBU mask today, only the silver helmet that always kept my head safe. Turning my gaze from the animals, I looked down at my arms. My right hand was empty, but on my left arm was held one of my large shields, the straps attached properly onto my arm supporting the 4 foot beast. A sheathed Katana was wedged into the inner bracing of the shield, with the handle sticking out forwards, for easy drawing should I require it. Of course on both my forearms were special pouches which held 25 senbon each and were designed to facilitate the quick transfer of senbon into the hand, for combat. My wings were out, of course, dark brown in color, the individual feathers swaying with the winds. These wings lay folded on my back where they mostly covered a second shield there. From between the wings and sitting under the shield, two more Katanas were sheathed, handles poking up over each shoulder for easy access. Lastly but not least, a mere 3 percussion grenades lay in my butt pouch.
Cracking my neck a moment, I watched and waited for my opponent.