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I have excellent senses, cleric.
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Quickly muttering a destruction spell on his claws, Prowler riuns at the minotaur, longswords raised.
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[ooc] Ooo...someone accepted the Prowler! [/ooc]
Holding his new contract, Canas watched the Prowler finish his fight. Sitting next to cleric who was by description of a guard one of the other fighters. Studying his posture Canas relaxed as he waited for something to happen other than the Prowler's attempt to show off. "So my good man." spoke Canas to the cleric "How has the battle been?" |
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*watching the fight in envy of great skills*adoubeis yells to the master of this fight 'I WANT TO FIGHT NEXT' in a voice that struck fear in the crowd except the experienced men in the audience who have delt with it.
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cool.
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Ill take a break this round. Im tired and i want to sleep cause that was BOR-ING.
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__________________Next in the arena the armored lion and its armored trainer with whip in hand. Last edited by spudball; 06-20-2007 at 03:18 PM. |
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"If I may...I will go against them, Arena Master..." spoke Canas as he walked down the stairs and jumped into the Arena with ease. "But...if I may...can I bring my own companion with me since...this man seems like he will be in here as well." commented Canas as he drew his own blade which shimmered in the daylight sun. Pointing into the crowds Canas singled out the man who had been sitting next to him...and the one who had just roared out earlier that he wished to fight.
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(Somwhere in the crowd)
__________________Unseen at first but slowly trickling in a bunch of people with wierd T-shirts on all gather in a single row. The T-Shirts for some only God knows reason has a picture of a metallic crab on it. All of them start waving little flags with the numbers, again for some unknown reason, "621" on them. Several also have large styrofoam fingers which they are profusely poking each other and making jokes with. One of them, an odd fellow with long hair with what appears to be moss in it, stands up and shouts over the sound of the crowd. CANAS! CANAS! HE'S OUR MAN! IF HE CAN'T DO IT NO-ONE CAN!!!! WOOOOOT!!!! This is of course then followed by him throwing his chili-dog at one of the other people wearing the T-Shirts who made some wry comment concerning how said mossy man rolled poorly on his intelligence score. Whatever the heck that was supposed to mean.
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