Cracking Knuckles.[Open]
Apr 3, 2013 20:31:45 GMT -7
Post by Nyu on Apr 3, 2013 20:31:45 GMT -7
The Achilles would enter the battle arena. It was easily 100 meters across, and 100 meters wide. Around the arena rose a mighty wall, sturdy and tall. In the warm summer's day Alexander could see a few trees in the area, the grass green. Alexander stretched his wings and awaited for his opponent to arrive. He did not know who it was, nor did he care. Alexander just stood there, cracking his knuckles awaiting the oncoming opponent.
Today he brought with him his swords, each on his back. Seven total were accounted for. One Katana placed in the small of his back. His black armor shining in the bright sun, the clouds over head told of a calm day. How much long it would stay calm would have to be seen. Alexander saw the entrance were his opponent would come through. The rules were simple, Alexander would not attack until he was 20 feet away and had presented himself. Still it would be a rather good fight. He stretched as he waited, the other swords stationed on his body came to life with his movements. Six Wakazashi was on his back, three on each shoulder.
Glancing around a gentle breeze came forth, nothing but refreshing on this day of days. Alexander looked forward still waiting. The fifteen kunai on his body felt the breeze with him. The fifty bo-shurikan on his body also shared in the pleasure of such an event in nature. The Achilles of the Hidden Mist looked towards the gate that his opponent would enter. He awaited the grand arrival of this opponent. To his left was a tree, that look maybe twenty years of age. It was at least ten meters high, three branches protruded outwards. Alexander smiled, the other ones had been destroyed while young or just recently. Those three were the only three to survived. The Mist Shinobi wondered if the branches, or the tree would survive this encounter.
Alexander saw flowers in the nearby grouping of trees, quite beautiful they were. Alexander hid a tattoo, that was really a seal on both forearms. He would not bring out his friend, no not yet. That beast was back at his apartment awaiting for the time that it would be needed by the wielder. Alexander stood, his stance firm, he was ready, in body and mind. He cracked his neck, then cracked his knuckles. It was a rather nice day, the smell of hay in the background could be smelt. After all, fifty meters away was a mall meadow it seemed. Alexander, the Achilles of the Hidden Mist, awaited his opponent with eager eyes and mind. Let this battle commence and may the best person win. A smile stretched across the Shionbi's mouth in anticipation.
Today he brought with him his swords, each on his back. Seven total were accounted for. One Katana placed in the small of his back. His black armor shining in the bright sun, the clouds over head told of a calm day. How much long it would stay calm would have to be seen. Alexander saw the entrance were his opponent would come through. The rules were simple, Alexander would not attack until he was 20 feet away and had presented himself. Still it would be a rather good fight. He stretched as he waited, the other swords stationed on his body came to life with his movements. Six Wakazashi was on his back, three on each shoulder.
Glancing around a gentle breeze came forth, nothing but refreshing on this day of days. Alexander looked forward still waiting. The fifteen kunai on his body felt the breeze with him. The fifty bo-shurikan on his body also shared in the pleasure of such an event in nature. The Achilles of the Hidden Mist looked towards the gate that his opponent would enter. He awaited the grand arrival of this opponent. To his left was a tree, that look maybe twenty years of age. It was at least ten meters high, three branches protruded outwards. Alexander smiled, the other ones had been destroyed while young or just recently. Those three were the only three to survived. The Mist Shinobi wondered if the branches, or the tree would survive this encounter.
Alexander saw flowers in the nearby grouping of trees, quite beautiful they were. Alexander hid a tattoo, that was really a seal on both forearms. He would not bring out his friend, no not yet. That beast was back at his apartment awaiting for the time that it would be needed by the wielder. Alexander stood, his stance firm, he was ready, in body and mind. He cracked his neck, then cracked his knuckles. It was a rather nice day, the smell of hay in the background could be smelt. After all, fifty meters away was a mall meadow it seemed. Alexander, the Achilles of the Hidden Mist, awaited his opponent with eager eyes and mind. Let this battle commence and may the best person win. A smile stretched across the Shionbi's mouth in anticipation.