Hanged Man Comin' Down From The Gallows [Amon v. Ganta]

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 11-25-2017, 09:57 PM by Amon.)

In the course of his life, Amon had seen and experienced many terrible things. His youth was filled with fear, of his father and older kin, that he may not live up to their expectations. He and every other Abraxas knew that the punishment for any grand failure was likely death. That mentality had left him with no other option but to succeed. Succeed, or be removed. As a youth Amon had embraced that challenge and swore to himself that he would strive to shine in the Fallen God's light, and if his god was not satisfied with his service it was his will that Amon be struck down. Amon found a strange sort of comfort in that.

As the titan made his way to the battlefield, escorted by his family members, he reviewed his days so far spent in the living world. He had sired seven healthy children and united the Abraxas in a way few in their history had done. When his own magnificent father had begun to falter it was Amon who had rallied them, who had continued their ways. He was proud of his service, but also eager to continue his work. No, he did not want to fall that day. He would not. There was still too much to be done. Amon knew that even if he should fall his children would carry on his legacy, of course, but he was not ready to leave this world quite yet.

Upon arriving at the desolate plain, Amon began to focus on his body and the way it moved, taking long strides to stretch the tendons of his legs, and rolling his shoulders to loosen the muscles of his neck. A strained muscle could easily be his downfall, and Amon could not see himself succumbing to such a pitiful mistake. No, he would prepare himself as well as he was able, given the short time he had to do so. He strode forth onto the plain and turned, having placed himself six or seven body lengths ahead of the rest of the party. Gulo stood on his left side approximately five feet away and watched alongside waiting for Ganta to arrive as well, wondering how close the other male would dare to stand. Amon squared his stance before dropping into a leisurely stretch, as if this were little more than a friendly spar. Amon rose back into a standing position, each limb planted firmly atop the ground.

"I doubt this will take long," he said. Gulo snarled at his side, the wolverine bristling.

AMON vs GANTA for DEATHMATCH
Round 0/3
Height 45"
Build: Heavy

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