What was this? His opponent had shown up, and apparently with a promise of some nice show. Oh glorious greatness! He was actually going to get a fight. FINALLY! The Wickerolan was ecstatic this moment as he watched Ethan take to the stairs with some sort of quickness. What was the rush? Now that...
They had gotten his name right this time. FINALLY! And the best were now in this contest. Or moreso, the ones that showed up for a real fight had been pulled from the bunch of cowardly individuals to make their stand as the kings and queens of the battle. This tournament was about to get a big...
"EDINDO??!!" The vehement rage in Giovanni's voice was almost like a wave of rage through the dark and dank room he had sentenced himself to after the horrible match before. It was too much of an easy win, almost like his opponent was not even there. It wasn't even a full victory in his mind...
"Giovanni Carter. You are ready for combat. Please report to the arena." Came the voice over the intercom in a rather loud crackle. It was dark and dank inside the only locker room or waiting area that was left. One that Giovanni had taken happily. He liked the dark, he liked the solitude. It...
No one ever asked for hell to rush them and steal their soul. Why taunt the reaper to kill you? A death wish or something? Giovanni's midnight hues were cold and calculating as he jumped into the air and executed a kneeling landing. His left fist making contact with the wooden floorboards. This...
Gio felt the burst rather than saw it, but he was in too much of a rage to even care as he spotted his opponent rising into the air through the blaze around them. This was no aura. This was pure flame, a minute usage of pyrokinesis used upon the wooden hallway. Blackened pupils stared up at his...