Crack Bones With Blind Aggression [DM?]
His wounds healed, he set out to the battlefield with yet another fight in mind. What else could he do save for honing his skills and getting stronger? Seifer sauntered along beside him, the red marked shadow beast and the blood stained fallen angel, a perfect duo if there ever was one. Scarred from old fights, some fresher then others, Sin trekked the fields in search of a new opportunity, a new face perhaps. He didn't care who or what, his last fight had been against a cripple who posed no challenge, while the other had been a greater challenge then he'd expected. Still, the tiger was on the top of the list for best fight so far. And he was sure nobody would best that. The pale beast eyed the landscape, he'd gotten used to his one sided blindness so far, and Seifer aided him when he needed it. Tattered left ear held strong, the three scars across his face wrinkling as he peeled inky lips back to reveal yellowed fangs.
Pausing in the center of a good sized clearing filled with the melting slush of snow, he knew the ground wouldn't have very good traction, but that was better. He needed the challenge, and it would do good to learn how to use the terrain to ones advantage or disadvantage. Seifer stifled an amused grin, crimson eyes peering at his companion. "A bit of a gamble, no?" Sin turned to him, a mischievous grin reflected back. "All the more fun. Keep an eye out, I'm sure there are low lives lurking about ready to cheat an 'unsuspecting' old man." He chuckled, his mock tone hidden beneath amusement. As he tilted his head back to call for an opponent, Seifer slipped away into the shadows to scan the area for any incoming challengers.
"Sin Speaks" & "Seifer Speaks" |
