Dante's Abyss 2008 Sign-Ups

[Talys]

"Christ! How long have we been here?!"

"Why the hell would they host the sign ups of the biggest event of the year in this tiny shit hole?!"

"About three hours man. . ."

"God dammit! Move!"

"Fuck! Watch where you're stepping!"

Insults and cries of complaint flew across the continuously growing crowd smashed into what was possibly the smallest gym in South City. Burly fighters of all shapes and sizes pushed and shoved in a futile effort to put their names in for the galactically famous Dante's Abyss and get out of the building before their ADD kicked into full gear. One specific warrior, slightly under-built compared to many of the titans filing into the room, stood off to the side contemplating the impatience of the world at large. The dark haired warrior, not particularly adept at handling or comfortable in large crowds, was content with his small, two square feet of space in the corner. . .that is until the abnormally large, in all directions, man before him broke the bubble and stepped on his foot.

"What the hell did you say to me?" The man turned, his blond locks whirling with the motion in an almost feminine contrast to his other features.

"I said: 'Fuck, watch where you're stepping'," Talys said cooly, slowly raising his muddy emerald eyes to meet that of the giant Aryan before him.

"You'd be wise to watch who you're talking too," even the man's sneer caused unknown muscles to ripply and flex.

"And you'd be wise to watch where you're stepping. . .and to not wear pants that tight. . .they don't flatter your. . .area. . ."

The huge fighter made an insulting gesture involving the presence of one particular finger and stomped his foot down towards that of Talys'. The shorter combatant quickly pulled his foot up, though, with a speed that sent ripples through his deep green shirt.

"Was it the steroids? I hear they can do that. . ." He coaxed with false concern. "Or maybe the steroids came second to make up for something."

The titan roared and flung his fist towards his verbal abuser. Talys expected this though and threw his own forward was well. The two clenched hands collided in midair and sent a deafening crash across the room. There was a slight pause as the shock worked its way up the bulging, outstretched arm of the blond man. There was an audible crack as the force reached his shoulder and forced it out of its socket. He let out a yelp of pain and was surprised to see Talys suddenly directly under his nose.

"iHola!" He said cheerily before sending his opponent flying across the room with the palm of his hand. He tumbled painfully through the crowd before finally smashing into the registration table at the back of the room.

"Well, that was convenient. . ." Talys muttered as he walked through the path left by the flying ball of muscle. Not a single person stepped up to stop him.

"Uh. . .name?" A small red headed woman in glasses asked from the table as he approached, taking a short breath to look at the unconscious body now decorating her station.

"Hi, I'm Talys. I represent the Desert Martial Arts Academy and will obviously fight out of Earth." He firmly, perhaps a little more so than necessary, planted his foot on the face of his victim which rested on the floor. "Now, if that's all, I'd like to get out of hear. . .I get grumpy in crowds."

"Uhhh. . .yes. . .that is all. . ." The woman stammered and motioned to the door, simply wanting the casual fighter to leave.

"Thanks," Talys winked and strutted to the door, whistling an improvised tune as he went.