06-09-2018, 05:31 PM
Gildarts had passed some high arches, into the Dante Verse once again. Once again, he'd be called "seasoned veteran", "strongest prime," among other things like "chippendale" last time, hadn't really been so bad, he'd had good company, so that was a good thing. Plus it let his mind focus, rather than forcefully wander...
A lone wolf, making friends. This time, the event was a partner competition and yet another similar opportunity. That could be cool, except Gildarts didn't often get the opportunity to go all out when he had a partner he was worried about breaking-or uh-injuring. Figuring out their fighting styles would be a tightrope walk, but the faster the better. He hadn't ever won, and he'd only gotten crumbs from Karl. This year, he'd get to the bottom of it all.
Speaking of which, there she was. Tiny compared to all the competitors, he, on the other hand must have seemed pretty tall. There was some power emanating, notoriety of faces, names he didn't know. Her name, who he would now take a moment to get acquainted with. He was intrigued. He was-
"Gildarts Clive, hi, nice to meet ya!" He was almost jubilant, despite their entrance into a death match. But to Gil, this girl appeared to be about ten years old. This was only because of her gaunt frame which was hidden by a divine black robe. Attributing to his miscalculation of her age was her height, she was no taller than his abdominal muscles, and Gildarts wasn't wearing a shirt, just his regular black cloak over his chest. They looked almost fashionable, as though fate had aligned them due to their attire alone.
As he lumbered closer, his appendages squeaked with rust of metal that had been softened by days of thrashing salt and sand and flesh. With every inch he dreaded them showing horrifying images of Abyss's past. It was true, his power was one to be reckoned with but he didn't want to scare a little girl, even if she had entered this competition to win.
A lone wolf, making friends. This time, the event was a partner competition and yet another similar opportunity. That could be cool, except Gildarts didn't often get the opportunity to go all out when he had a partner he was worried about breaking-or uh-injuring. Figuring out their fighting styles would be a tightrope walk, but the faster the better. He hadn't ever won, and he'd only gotten crumbs from Karl. This year, he'd get to the bottom of it all.
Speaking of which, there she was. Tiny compared to all the competitors, he, on the other hand must have seemed pretty tall. There was some power emanating, notoriety of faces, names he didn't know. Her name, who he would now take a moment to get acquainted with. He was intrigued. He was-
"Gildarts Clive, hi, nice to meet ya!" He was almost jubilant, despite their entrance into a death match. But to Gil, this girl appeared to be about ten years old. This was only because of her gaunt frame which was hidden by a divine black robe. Attributing to his miscalculation of her age was her height, she was no taller than his abdominal muscles, and Gildarts wasn't wearing a shirt, just his regular black cloak over his chest. They looked almost fashionable, as though fate had aligned them due to their attire alone.
As he lumbered closer, his appendages squeaked with rust of metal that had been softened by days of thrashing salt and sand and flesh. With every inch he dreaded them showing horrifying images of Abyss's past. It was true, his power was one to be reckoned with but he didn't want to scare a little girl, even if she had entered this competition to win.
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus