Battle AL: Sedrian VS. Giovanni E. Carter
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Giovanni Carter
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"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 made it harder for people to come and approach him. And it also made it a bit better for him to get dressed in his replacement outfit, since his last little ensemble had been pulled to pieces. There were some times he would have loved such a thing, but not when it was from such a competitor as that psycho-kinetic man.
It is time to get serious with these hands, Gio thought to himself as he looked at his palms from under the only light left in the room from a small barred window above his head to the left. They were machines used to kill people. Lethal bombs that had the powers of fire, by his very heritage of dragoons. The small scales upon the calloused digits gave an illusion of them actually looking smooth to the touch.
Stretching a bit, the Wickerolan began to stand before getting into his clothing of a black turtleneck sweater with a duster coat over it. The leather over wool combination gave for some decent cover over his body, to hide his two blades on the hips of his leather pants. The small sight of a holster on his left leg showed what looked to be a hilt to a smaller blade. Maybe 10" in comparison of the two blades on his hips that looked to be maybe 18-24" by approximate guess.
he clang of leather boots was heard with a deafening echo while he checked his body for the remaining things needed. His blades, his powers stirring over the burning in his soul, his tactical armors of leather and wool, what else was needed? And then it hit him. A reach into the pockets of his pants, and he produced a pair of fingerless gloves to place slowly upon his hands before opening the door to the room wide. There was a slight clank as it hit the wall before he started his walk toward the double doors that seemed to lead to the arena area. It was time to kill, for the glory of Wickerola.
And so this opening to the world of white lead Gio's eyes to widen as he instantly thought of what he could manage with this environment. The hiding with the gravestones, the cover of the trees, and the wonderous melting of ice and snow to form water which he could manipulate with the aerokinesis. This was a fun little time he was about to have.
"Let the games begin!!!!!" He screamed out toward the crowd with the opening of his arms to show an impressive display of his arms and form. A godly figure of all black, ready to rip someone apart.
It is time to get serious with these hands, Gio thought to himself as he looked at his palms from under the only light left in the room from a small barred window above his head to the left. They were machines used to kill people. Lethal bombs that had the powers of fire, by his very heritage of dragoons. The small scales upon the calloused digits gave an illusion of them actually looking smooth to the touch.
Stretching a bit, the Wickerolan began to stand before getting into his clothing of a black turtleneck sweater with a duster coat over it. The leather over wool combination gave for some decent cover over his body, to hide his two blades on the hips of his leather pants. The small sight of a holster on his left leg showed what looked to be a hilt to a smaller blade. Maybe 10" in comparison of the two blades on his hips that looked to be maybe 18-24" by approximate guess.
he clang of leather boots was heard with a deafening echo while he checked his body for the remaining things needed. His blades, his powers stirring over the burning in his soul, his tactical armors of leather and wool, what else was needed? And then it hit him. A reach into the pockets of his pants, and he produced a pair of fingerless gloves to place slowly upon his hands before opening the door to the room wide. There was a slight clank as it hit the wall before he started his walk toward the double doors that seemed to lead to the arena area. It was time to kill, for the glory of Wickerola.
And so this opening to the world of white lead Gio's eyes to widen as he instantly thought of what he could manage with this environment. The hiding with the gravestones, the cover of the trees, and the wonderous melting of ice and snow to form water which he could manipulate with the aerokinesis. This was a fun little time he was about to have.
"Let the games begin!!!!!" He screamed out toward the crowd with the opening of his arms to show an impressive display of his arms and form. A godly figure of all black, ready to rip someone apart.