12-01-2004, 11:25 PM
A bruised warrior walked forward slowly with a limp. People were in a crowd for some reason. He was on the street of North City, tired and hungry. He pushed his way through a throng of people. He looked left and right to see men and women alike. Then a loud voice.
"Come one, come all! See the spectacle of your life!"
The voices were muffled a bit and that's all Tapion heard. He looked down and crouched down a bit to see a flier. He gripped it in his left hand and read it to himself. A tournament was being held. Tapion talked to himself quietly.
"I may not be fully healed, but this will be fun. I'm in."
"Come one, come all! See the spectacle of your life!"
The voices were muffled a bit and that's all Tapion heard. He looked down and crouched down a bit to see a flier. He gripped it in his left hand and read it to himself. A tournament was being held. Tapion talked to himself quietly.
"I may not be fully healed, but this will be fun. I'm in."