Turn the bad blood into good

*Ganta* · 01-25-2016, 04:54 PM

It was to the battlefield that Ganta was drawn. He would slip there quietly, thinking of the Deathmatch he had seen his father in. Since that day the young man had made some realizations. First and foremost he decided he want to get stronger. The rest? Well that was all beginnings as a little inkling in his head. Perhaps the seed of the original idea had been planted back when his father first formed Hellstrom. Ganta wanted to make his own pack, walk his own path, and live by his own laws. He would bow before no one. Not even his own kin.

But he was young yet. He wasn’t even a year old and had only minuscule amounts of training. He would need to work for it and work hard. Flipping his head to move the hair back out of his eyes he’d scan the terra. A call arouse, not far from where he was at the time, and the young man would set off towards it.

He’d arrive to find, unknowingly, the child of the wolf his father had killed in the first deathmatch. Well, Seifer killed, but details. Ganta would tip his head to the stranger, his silvery-white eyes shining with determination. “You called for an opponent, right? Feel free to take the first move.” That said Ganta would set his defenses. He was ready.

GANTA versus RIVAXORUS for SPAR
Round ZERO of TWO

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