[ARENA] Duel Of The Fates
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[ARENA] Duel Of The Fates
I am looking to duel someone with both magic and sword.
He wielded no weapon, instead taking back a few steps between the two as his bar hands took the ready position just in front of his chest. Palms forward and out, fingers parted and slightly curled as if ready to pocket a fist onto his own mits. His form stood tall, even for the slouch he brought himself to with legs parted, right leg bend in at the knee to allow his thighs the ability to give him perfect balance where needed. Teal eyes watched his opponent, and the heavily clad adamantine armor was thick across his well muscled 6'8" towering body.
" [color=darkred:g508csp9]Make your move scum.[/color:g508csp9] " He smirked, that ego of his teasing along his sinister and blood hungry lips. His fingers tingled with the very thought of it, of ripping this man, this inferior beings through from his neck and watching him gasp for air, submitting to fear and the death that would swallow him whole. He was indeed a psychopath, already playing along his imagination with different means on how to dispose of this wretch, breaking bones, and skinning each layer of muscle, and giving this thing the gift to have his own insides ripped out, just to stuff down his throat once more. The agony, the sheer smell of his death would be music to his ears, feeding to that unnatural craving for chaos.
" [color=darkred:g508csp9]Make your move scum.[/color:g508csp9] " He smirked, that ego of his teasing along his sinister and blood hungry lips. His fingers tingled with the very thought of it, of ripping this man, this inferior beings through from his neck and watching him gasp for air, submitting to fear and the death that would swallow him whole. He was indeed a psychopath, already playing along his imagination with different means on how to dispose of this wretch, breaking bones, and skinning each layer of muscle, and giving this thing the gift to have his own insides ripped out, just to stuff down his throat once more. The agony, the sheer smell of his death would be music to his ears, feeding to that unnatural craving for chaos.
" today one of us will die"he replied. Quickly he exclaimed the incantation to a spell, instantly there were 8 images of him. He charged forward katana's angled at his shoulders intending to hack off his arms. after what appeared to be his only weapons (his arms) were gone he wouldn't kill him he would instead cast a flesh to stone spell and take him back to his manor in the silvan forest.