Destination: Dante's Abyss

[Tobias]

Garlic itched the skin around his newly aquired collar of doom. Its like im some dog they need to keep on a leash, he mused to himself. He slowly strolled around the ship checking out the competition with apathy...something was bothering him, but he didnt know what. It was like there was this looming shadow over the whole ship and only he noticed it. He closed his eye and shook his head in an attempt to remove the feeling. He stopped, took deep breath and opened his eyes. There was a tournament to be won. Garlic pushed his ki under him and floated up a few feet off the ground.

"Out off my way," he shoved and pushed his way through the crowd unaware even of were he was going. He needed to go somewhere... anywhere...the shadow was overwhelming ... the walls were closing in. He needed to escape! And he shoved the last person to the side to find he was there. There was no shadow here, and if there was he didnt fear it. The gym. Everyone was fighting. A pair flew through the air blocking punches and throwing kicks. Yes! He belonged here! Garlics fears and claustrophobia vanished instantly and he found himself throwing a punch/kick combo midair.

"Haha!" He stopped and watched the others battle and studied their styles. He would win this thing.


ooc: Theres a deeper meaning there. Somewere.