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Yogge Mothi vs. Sirith
All stare down at the Arena, through the transparent Wall that shields the fighters from any interference, no matter how subtle or intricate, from the spectators. Within the grimy, stained, sandy Arena, the roar of the crowd is muted to a dull rumble, like the sound of distant thunder. The combatants are brought to their starting places, and the iron doors seem hunched in silence, alive, waiting to open. All take a moment to eye the pedestal floating far above the field of battle, where a red silk sheet covers an unseen object.... a slight hush falls over the crowd as the red silk sheet billows aside, revealing... Last edited by Eviltedzies; May 21st, 2012 at 03:23 PM. |
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Sirith enters his cell and pops his knuckles. He then relaxes where he stands and prepares for the door.
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Yogge enters his cell, eager to spill more blood. He begins preparing as quick as he can, hoping the gate doesn't open immediately this time.
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The sudden tension is broken by the rapid clanging of the doors opening within the first few seconds of the match. The braziers lighting the borders of the arena reveal it's blood soaked grounds and the throngs of audience members eager to see a bloodbath.
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