06-09-2015, 05:21 PM
With drooping eyes he took a hesitant step, and rightfully so, for his knee bowed beneath is weight.
His mind, a scramble of words and actions, he had almost forgotten about the sole reason he had died in the first place. Kindal and Karl.
Cheating tarnished his code of nobility. And his honor couldn't stand corrupted morality. In a world of warriors and cowards, he would gladly take those willing to fight, for they brought him much more interest. Rivalry created his strength, so he had always searched for someone powerful enough to defeat him, and now, he had met his match. One was in a golden suit of armor, with his ego roaring louder than a lion's. The next was the one who had slain him, glowing with the chosen sword of betrayal.
He resolved he wouldn't go after the Game Maker, that would imply spite of his death, and he had been thankful for the chance to face off against the best, even if he had not earned the title of champion.
Kindal however, was still dangerous. Had Gildarts seen him now, the room would no longer be white, but instead splattered with the same destruction he had wrought. Gildarts, a Prime of action, stumbled along getting used to the weight of his body, and the control he possessed over his magic surged as a buoy which teetered and sunk beneath waves.
On the island, for once in his long life, he had known what it meant to be tame. He considered grabbing the collar that had drained him of his strength, for the disengaged relic was waiting on a square silver plate next to his hospital cot. His hand slowly reached for it, but then he smiled before his silver arm could touch it.
"Tempting, tempting, but I'm stronger for them without it." The Prime rose from his braced position against the white wall and looked at the destruction he had wrought upon the room. The sight was almost sickening. And it never changed.
His mind, a scramble of words and actions, he had almost forgotten about the sole reason he had died in the first place. Kindal and Karl.
Cheating tarnished his code of nobility. And his honor couldn't stand corrupted morality. In a world of warriors and cowards, he would gladly take those willing to fight, for they brought him much more interest. Rivalry created his strength, so he had always searched for someone powerful enough to defeat him, and now, he had met his match. One was in a golden suit of armor, with his ego roaring louder than a lion's. The next was the one who had slain him, glowing with the chosen sword of betrayal.
He resolved he wouldn't go after the Game Maker, that would imply spite of his death, and he had been thankful for the chance to face off against the best, even if he had not earned the title of champion.
Kindal however, was still dangerous. Had Gildarts seen him now, the room would no longer be white, but instead splattered with the same destruction he had wrought. Gildarts, a Prime of action, stumbled along getting used to the weight of his body, and the control he possessed over his magic surged as a buoy which teetered and sunk beneath waves.
On the island, for once in his long life, he had known what it meant to be tame. He considered grabbing the collar that had drained him of his strength, for the disengaged relic was waiting on a square silver plate next to his hospital cot. His hand slowly reached for it, but then he smiled before his silver arm could touch it.
"Tempting, tempting, but I'm stronger for them without it." The Prime rose from his braced position against the white wall and looked at the destruction he had wrought upon the room. The sight was almost sickening. And it never changed.
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus