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by LordSaladin on Wed May 06, 2009 9:11 pm
Timothy stepped forward with a timid demeanour. Seemingly nervous, he glanced towards the crowd surrounding this barren arena, trying to shut out the shouts of each and every blood thirsty spectator. Wishing they were not there, it was all he could do to not run back the way he came to escape the overwhelming enthusiasm that sparked like tangible electricity. With tiny steps, he eventually reached a fifteen foot distance from the opponent. Timothy's feet shuffled slightly against the dusty ground, dry from a lack of rain; something that could quite easily change if the clouds overhead were any indication.
Taking a moment to collect himself, the shy fellow moved his feet so as to bring his body into a basic stance. He stood at a mere five feet and six inches, his lithe body wrapped within garb that gave no symbolism of his fighting style; much like his stance. He was overall unimpressive, his head shaved bald, brown eyes not making contact with the other, and dark shadows surrounding them gave stark impressions of sleep deprivation.
With his body shaking slightly, he simply waited for the opponent to begin the fight now both were in position. From the crowd, the cheers grew, and mixed with guttural roars of hunger were taunts and insults directed at the short, nervous combatant. He tried his best to ignore them, but to no avail. It was nearly time, and Timothy was clearly apprehensive of engaging in so public a battle.
However, he knew that this was a do-or-die situation, and as such was willing to whatever was necessary to protect his life. To win this fight.
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