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by LordSaladin on Mon Mar 12, 2007 6:39 am
The arena was empty now, the day's battles having all been finished, and the losers carried away to have their wounds tended. It had been an epic day, and all had left satisfied, even those who had failed to gain victory knew that they had been worthy opponents to their betters.
However, one man was not satisfied, and he hungered for battle.
The setting sun was now only it's own height above the horizon, and cast it's coral hues down upon the ancient arena, making the stone building seem to be aglow with fire. It had been a warm day, and the signs showed that the night would also be pleasant.
Walking through the winding corridors, the man unsatisfied had difficulty in hiding his displeasure at not having a single battle. His face showed only calm, his control over his outward emotions was masterful, but inside, he was a violent squall of anger and hunger, striving now for the adrenaline and feel of desperation of battle.
In his time as a fighter, he had faced many opponents, and now he knew that he could be called a fighter that could hold his own against many of those renowned in this land. Tonight, however, he would not settle for a simple battle that would be easily won, he wanted a challenge that would push his skills to their limits, and maybe even further.
His mind drifted back to a mighty battle in which he had faced six opponents at once, their powers all great, and he recalled the way in which he emerged victorious, the lives of his opponents all eradicated. In truth, he had not found that battle difficult, but merely a stretch on his brain, and time consuming.
The people he had fought in that epic battle, although powerful, were generally not the most skilled fighters that the world had seen, and was it not for their alliance and combined assault, it would have been finished with greater swiftness.
With an almost saunter, the tall man traversed the corridors and soon found the door that he had been seeking. His manner was more tahn confident, but in no way arrogant, as he pushed the door open and walked into the glowing arena of old.
As he gazed upon his surroundings with luminous orbs of sapphire, his sinuous lips of palest crimson curved slightly into a small smile. In the empty arena, he could feel the greatness of this now silent place. And he would also find greatness here this night.
Dressed all in black, a Mandarin suit fitting his heavily muscled form perfectly, also allowing for as much movement as was needed in battle, he paced towards the slightly raised platform that served as the place of battles in this great arena. His back was straight and head was held high, he walked with a gracefulness that spoke of agility hidden behind his greatly built, six foot seven inches tall figure.
The warm ground was easily felt through the soft soles of his black cloth shoes. They would offer more than sufficient support, and at the same time, allowed a great amount of flexibility in his feet. Stepping onto that platform now, he could feel the many battles through his feet, as though the renown was seeping from the ground, up into his feet and filling his body slowly.
In truth, he had now forgotten all thoughts of anger and displeasure, feeling a great amount of humility to be stood in this arena of legends. Turning slowly, he looked up at the tall, empty stadium, the many thousands of empty seats helped to add to the feeling of immensity that seemd to be natural upon these grounds.
His head now looked upwards at the orange tinted sky above him, and he smiled once more.
A blade was at his side, the hilt of gold, stylised perfectly as a dragon from legend, the scabbard wrapped tightly in white cloth, hiding whatever details adorned the scabbard. From the shape of the cloth covered leather, it was evident that the blade was long and elegantly curved.
Standing now, facing straight ahead once more, the man allowed his voice to escape his lips. Baritone were his vocals, and he knew his oration would be heard throughout the arena, if not further.
"I am Saladin Akara, and now I place a challenge to those of you revered in the world of fighters. Of this world I am new, and yet in my short time here, I have proved my skill as a fighter. It is now that I ask that three of you, three of the strongest fighters now face me on this ground that is almost holy. You will face me all at once, and whether I win or lose, I will be honoured to know I have fought with you. Now come, let me see my foes."
He stood now, perfectly calm, as was his voice, in silent waiting for the foes he knew would surely come.
A smile still adorned his features.
OOC: So, yeah, I am looking for good fighters only, as you can tell. I will allow you todecide whether you want a realistic or fantasy fight, with or without weapons etc. As I will, hopefully be fighting the more experienced people on here, I have no need to talk about God-modding etc! So yeah, post your replies, and let the fun commence.
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