12-18-2006, 03:23 AM
A rioting crowd of fugitives and refugees stood, embracing the darkness of the arena in all it's glory. The restlessness helped fathom that the congregation were ready to start the match, as if it was up to them. At least in their minds they allowed themselves to believe they were in control. Usually, the louder they began to roar, the more infuriating the fight became, until a fighter would fall. The crutial element of the fight was the natural rhythm in which the brawl played out, without a supplemental result, the crowd became more boisterous, which would conclude in many drawbacks for the manager himself, it would be a bright, burning hole in his silky pocket.
?Is he ready?? the manager asked, fully suited as he paced back and forth in the overhead viewbox.
?Oh yes. Damn, I haven't seen anyone so primed since the other day. It's like a dogfight,? his friend replied, and how true it was.
?Are the crowd betting? Hmph. They better be.?
?Listen - just relax, ease a little. The only people here who should be anxious are those ardent warriors down there. They need to give the crowd a run for their money.?
Below, in the arena, stood the two pitted against each other. The jade warrior looking more aggressive, yet confident enough to self-assure himself a victory. The armored warrior opposite keeping his head down, eyes at the ground, how assured was he? The only person in-between them, the arbiter of the arena, although he'd be sure to scurry off just as soon the match begun. Kollifum lifted his head, his black piercing eyes met the eyes of his opposition, finally. The two had that homicidal gaze, but still composed, collected.
?Retane, you ready?? the judge inquired, his voice booming throughout the arena's supporting members.
The chartreuse belligerent nodded calmly, showing no signs of empathy, but neither any direct hatred. His fists balled, he was more then ready.
?Cauliflower, are you ready??
The saiyan's head shook as he replied arrogantly.
?It's Kollifum, dipshit. Yes, I'm ready.?
?Then, let the fight begin!?
As expected, the elderly man scurried off under the balcony to watch the fight begin. The two exchanged no words, only deep thought and self balance. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Retane appeared instantly behind the armor-clad male, bringing his elbow down predatoriously. Kollifum mangaged to counter, batting away the approaching arm and bouncing back preservatively. The ebony participant shuffled forward, ready to resume the onslaught.
Kollifum looked up emotionless, he seethed. The battle had begun.
EDIT: Ouch Retane, you posted just as I was writing this up.
EDIT 2: Nevermind, just post again. =P
?Is he ready?? the manager asked, fully suited as he paced back and forth in the overhead viewbox.
?Oh yes. Damn, I haven't seen anyone so primed since the other day. It's like a dogfight,? his friend replied, and how true it was.
?Are the crowd betting? Hmph. They better be.?
?Listen - just relax, ease a little. The only people here who should be anxious are those ardent warriors down there. They need to give the crowd a run for their money.?
Below, in the arena, stood the two pitted against each other. The jade warrior looking more aggressive, yet confident enough to self-assure himself a victory. The armored warrior opposite keeping his head down, eyes at the ground, how assured was he? The only person in-between them, the arbiter of the arena, although he'd be sure to scurry off just as soon the match begun. Kollifum lifted his head, his black piercing eyes met the eyes of his opposition, finally. The two had that homicidal gaze, but still composed, collected.
?Retane, you ready?? the judge inquired, his voice booming throughout the arena's supporting members.
The chartreuse belligerent nodded calmly, showing no signs of empathy, but neither any direct hatred. His fists balled, he was more then ready.
?Cauliflower, are you ready??
The saiyan's head shook as he replied arrogantly.
?It's Kollifum, dipshit. Yes, I'm ready.?
?Then, let the fight begin!?
As expected, the elderly man scurried off under the balcony to watch the fight begin. The two exchanged no words, only deep thought and self balance. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Retane appeared instantly behind the armor-clad male, bringing his elbow down predatoriously. Kollifum mangaged to counter, batting away the approaching arm and bouncing back preservatively. The ebony participant shuffled forward, ready to resume the onslaught.
Kollifum looked up emotionless, he seethed. The battle had begun.
EDIT: Ouch Retane, you posted just as I was writing this up.
EDIT 2: Nevermind, just post again. =P