Make Them Bleed [practice spar]
07-24-2014, 03:04 PM
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before they even know what I've come here for Charon watched with bright, hungry eyes as another man approached him. His opponent was decorated in various shades of grey with a strange cross on his left shoulder. The ebony brute squinted at it for a second before both of their golden eyes would meet. His attitude seemed very relaxed and confident, and he stood mere inches higher than Charon did. The brute would grumble with frustration at that fact, but not loud enough to be heard. On the outside he would wear an arrogant grin, and his tail would swing easily as well. Upon hearing this brute's words, however, Charon would laugh. "If you mean to fight me, sir, I shall deliver. But yours will be the blood that is spilled." That last phrase would come with a small growl, but his smile remained. The battlefield would sigh eerily as a spring wind would drag through, carrying the smell of dirt and bone. Excitement knotted in the man's stomach. This opponent was large, confident, and muscular. This would be an interesting fight that would earn him some skill either way. But there wasn't going to be any other way. Charon Olympus was going to win this battle, and every one after that. This was his covenant to the world. No one would defeat him on his rise to glory. When the odds were against him, still he would fight. This would be a test of strength and of wits. Charon felt his lips stretch wider as he glanced at his opponent. "Take the first move, my friend," he said with a poisonous hiss. |