Post by Ares on Jun 4, 2005 12:28:24 GMT -5
Ares stepped into the barracks, looking for some poor fools to sharpen his skills upon. He laughed viciously, and shouted, "Vat kind ov barracks is this? It seems overrun vith veaklings! Anyvone who dares to face me should step vorth immediately! Oh, vat have we here?" As Ares finished his statement, a young man with blonde hair approached him where he stood.
"Are you villing to vight to the death? I varn you, I am not easily defeated!" Ares threatened.
"Nor am I," the man replied simply, drawing from his scabbard a long, steel sword.
"And vith that you have sealed your vate!" Ares replied, drawing forth his needles, coated with coagulated blood. Ares leapt upon the man with a ferocity unmached by anyone but the man he was fighting. The blonde man brought his sword down onto Ares, who recieved the blow without even an attempt to block. As the man laughed at Ares's skill, he quickly brought his needles up, and stabbed them into the man's shoulder. The rest of the barracks looked on with fear as he proceeded to tear the warrior's arm from the rest of his flesh. The blonde man screamed in pain, gripping his shoulder with his remaining arm, dropping his sword upon the ground.
Ares seized the moment, and rushed upon the man where he stood. He quickly pressed the needles upon the man's neck, not allowing him even the slightest movement. "You have lost, vool! Now, you shall die!" Ares brought his arm back, and thrust it forward, his needles headed straight towards the warriors neck...
"Are you villing to vight to the death? I varn you, I am not easily defeated!" Ares threatened.
"Nor am I," the man replied simply, drawing from his scabbard a long, steel sword.
"And vith that you have sealed your vate!" Ares replied, drawing forth his needles, coated with coagulated blood. Ares leapt upon the man with a ferocity unmached by anyone but the man he was fighting. The blonde man brought his sword down onto Ares, who recieved the blow without even an attempt to block. As the man laughed at Ares's skill, he quickly brought his needles up, and stabbed them into the man's shoulder. The rest of the barracks looked on with fear as he proceeded to tear the warrior's arm from the rest of his flesh. The blonde man screamed in pain, gripping his shoulder with his remaining arm, dropping his sword upon the ground.
Ares seized the moment, and rushed upon the man where he stood. He quickly pressed the needles upon the man's neck, not allowing him even the slightest movement. "You have lost, vool! Now, you shall die!" Ares brought his arm back, and thrust it forward, his needles headed straight towards the warriors neck...
