Day One: Evening

[Talys]

Darkness slowly crept into the surroundings of the odd trio. Shadows elongated themselves, stretching endless towards the east until the sun dipped the last of its rays beyond the distant horizon. The deep, blue velvet sky soon became littered with pin pricks of light.

"Fuck," Talys muttered under his breath, more to alleviate the impending silence than anything else.

The warrior massaged his chest as he walked. The green man (what was he, Namekian?) from earlier was the perfect example of the stress bearing down on him from this tournament. Another competitor, clearly with more brute strength than himself, appearing from nowhere and assaulting their team. This creature facing the power of all three of them combined and escaping, simply by the luck of the weapons draw. The youth looked up from his thought with an odd gleam in his eye.

He loved it.

This is what I live for! Talys thought to himself, a sickening grin twisting onto his face. I've been acting like a child this whole time, ignoring the shear thrill that lay before me! These weeks away from the Academy have weakened me. . .I've forgotten the joy of fighting. . .the sick delight of killing. . .

The suddenly violent man looked up at the two figures walking in front of him, the blood thirst beating in his mind.

That is what Dante's Abyss is about! Death, the fight, the hunt, slaughter, back stabbing, entertainment all around. Right now, millions are watching us. Mere characters to them, clusters of pixels waiting to have the life plucked from us. They do not know our pain, our suffering, our life. How can they sit comfortable on their asses and see us starving with broken ribs and blood dripping down our face, constantly moving to avoid the impending death that awaits us around every tree and not wish to be here?

His eyes narrowed as his glare burned into the back of those before him.

I bet these bastards don't appreciate this nearly as much as I. If I were to mess with these guys right now they'd get nothing from it. . .simply panic and rage most likely. What good have they done me, though? They foolishly threw me their trust and walk before me, defenseless right now. . .I could attack right now. . .I may die, but I'd at least be satiated. . .and if I didn't, the real games would begin. . .

Talys set his jaw and a small orb of energy appeared on each of his palms.

It would be so easy. . .

The ki flashed once and took on a deep emerald hue, the level of energy throbbing higher.

Just a blast or two while they're looking away. . .

The green burned brighter and brighter until it suddenly dissipated into nothingness. Talys let out a chuckle at his own weakness.

No. . .I have to learn to understand other people. . .they have done nothing to deserve my wrath. . .save exist. . .but if I really want to succeed, they'll need to stay alive for a while. . .

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath again. Best to keep his manic child facade up for now.

OOC: Just note, at this point I have no intentions of leaving the group or anything, just wanted to clear up Talys' personality. . .should it come to it later, the group may want to split up, but for now I'm sticking along.