Post by THE MASTER on May 5, 2013 20:13:54 GMT -5
Agony.
You spill over to your side as you inhale sharply. Your clouded eyes can only barely piece together the wicked gash running down your side. Yet another kiss of your opponent’s lethal blade had managed to find a way to pierce your skin. Trembling you look upwards to the sun, now eclipsed by the figure of your doom-bringer. He, the same person you had laughed by your side two hours before, was now looming over your wrecked body. You struggle to breathe as you hiss at the excruciation of your assortment of broken limbs. Your enemy leers down at you with a mock-pity face, his body nearly flawless. Damn that heart container… Your condition is barely in a shape to keep you alive, let alone sit up. You try to clutch your own body in attempts to block out the realization that you have indeed failed. Of course, you can’t even have a moment’s equanimity- you’re paralyzed. Despite the obvious defeat you’re not quite through yet. No, you haven’t been disposed of properly. In a skull-cracking grip your rival grasps you by the head and throws you down to your feet. In a disarray they manage t support your body weight, but, oh no, your opponent wasn’t helping you. Instead you are forced to watch in total mortification as your litigant rears his blade one last time for a smash attack. As it glints the sun his mouth traces the words forming a deadly whisper:
“Are you proud of me now, Master?”
As soon as the blade cascades, you feel a rush of unadulterated anguish before you black out completely. The last thing you feel is a falling sensation as you are thrown into the abyss that marks the finale of the horrendously grand battle royale….
ARENA RULES
1. If you are assigned a space in the weekly brawls, you cannot avoid the fights. It is your small fee to pay to keep everyone happy. Unlessyou are sick you absolutely MUST attend.
2. The fighters participating the following after the most previously won battle will be aelected directly after the winner is determined. They will be given two things: a week tyo prepare and what stage they will be fighting on.
3. General battles will be survival matches- one life each. After all, it is my favorite.
4. The brawls will have between 2-4 participants. This will be determined by me as well.
5. Participants will be asked to be on the fifth floor promptly at 9a.m.. Lateness will not be tolerated.
6. Defeated brawlers will be sent to the infirmary immediately following the battle. Time spent here will vary depending on the fighter’s damage. The winner will be treated for their wounds and will be sent directly back to the chateau.
7. Oh, I nearly forgot about laws regarding the battles themselves! There are none. Have fun!
You spill over to your side as you inhale sharply. Your clouded eyes can only barely piece together the wicked gash running down your side. Yet another kiss of your opponent’s lethal blade had managed to find a way to pierce your skin. Trembling you look upwards to the sun, now eclipsed by the figure of your doom-bringer. He, the same person you had laughed by your side two hours before, was now looming over your wrecked body. You struggle to breathe as you hiss at the excruciation of your assortment of broken limbs. Your enemy leers down at you with a mock-pity face, his body nearly flawless. Damn that heart container… Your condition is barely in a shape to keep you alive, let alone sit up. You try to clutch your own body in attempts to block out the realization that you have indeed failed. Of course, you can’t even have a moment’s equanimity- you’re paralyzed. Despite the obvious defeat you’re not quite through yet. No, you haven’t been disposed of properly. In a skull-cracking grip your rival grasps you by the head and throws you down to your feet. In a disarray they manage t support your body weight, but, oh no, your opponent wasn’t helping you. Instead you are forced to watch in total mortification as your litigant rears his blade one last time for a smash attack. As it glints the sun his mouth traces the words forming a deadly whisper:
“Are you proud of me now, Master?”
As soon as the blade cascades, you feel a rush of unadulterated anguish before you black out completely. The last thing you feel is a falling sensation as you are thrown into the abyss that marks the finale of the horrendously grand battle royale….
ARENA RULES
1. If you are assigned a space in the weekly brawls, you cannot avoid the fights. It is your small fee to pay to keep everyone happy. Unlessyou are sick you absolutely MUST attend.
2. The fighters participating the following after the most previously won battle will be aelected directly after the winner is determined. They will be given two things: a week tyo prepare and what stage they will be fighting on.
3. General battles will be survival matches- one life each. After all, it is my favorite.
4. The brawls will have between 2-4 participants. This will be determined by me as well.
5. Participants will be asked to be on the fifth floor promptly at 9a.m.. Lateness will not be tolerated.
6. Defeated brawlers will be sent to the infirmary immediately following the battle. Time spent here will vary depending on the fighter’s damage. The winner will be treated for their wounds and will be sent directly back to the chateau.
7. Oh, I nearly forgot about laws regarding the battles themselves! There are none. Have fun!