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Treefrog700	19 Feb 2009, 21:32
Dedicated Posts: 72 Group: Members Member #19 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	He paused and stopped as he appeared. His hair was lanky, disheveled, out of place. The strands of sandy white fell around his face, luckily free from his eyes. His appearance had changed, only a little during the time from now to his last battle, which ended tragically. Somehow he had managed to stay in this thing, but his overall feelings on the tournament had grown sour. He was out of his league, despite passing the first round on some technicality. He immediately took note of the devilish fire-wielding opponent he had survived against last match. He knew better than to make the same mistake he did last time. Reaching up slowly he removed the eye patch from his eye. It adjusted well to the dim room as he looked around. His feet were bare, his robe had been modified so that it was less loose and clung tightly to his body. [He had to fix it somehow between battles] These modifications were made by wrapping strands of cloth around the sleeves and torso areas. If the strands were removed entire sections of his robe would fall off. His feet itched, he would have wished for hard stone instead of packed dirt, and he shifted in place. Having faced deaths door already, he had no fear of it now, instead he was trying not to get finished off. His original strategy came back into play. There was no corn here. 'Thank god for that...' he had not easily forgotten the mistakes he had made last time. Yet he barely had any time to strengthen himself further. His skills were by far the most limited. He took note of his other opponent. He couldn't help but feel there was a higher level of intelligence radiating from him. A persona, or aura perhaps. No doubt, everyone [except him] who was in this round was extremely dangerous. In truth he felt deep down inside he shouldn't be here, yet a certain level of glory also rose inside of him. If he won here, it be a comeback he, and his opponents, would never forget. He kept his sword secured inside of it's sheath. "Here we go again..." he mumbled keeping his back against the wall and staring at the gazebo positioned in the center. He steadied his hands and licked his dry lips. Everything he learned as a gladiator came to him in bits and pieces. Stay focused, expect the impossible. Keep your mind as sharp as your blade. His postured sagged, he finally began to relax.


Round 2 - Teal versus Treefrog versus Whistle · Dark Rain Combat Tournament