10-12-2015, 09:35 PM
In the muddy arena below, Tartaros slowly limped forwards through the gate, his eyes darting across the walls and crowd. Behind the marine was a set of intricately designed banners and a rack of blades, hammers and various other instruments. What was this, some kind of mock theater? Was the crowd so easily bored by violence that they had to be entertained with some poor sod's amateur acting? In the end, it didn't matter. Hopefully they would be entertained either way.
Drawing his longsword with one hand and keeping his fingers planted on his shotgun's stock with the other, the Astartes planted his boots into the dirt. Finally, the deep, growling sound of the gong reverberated through the Colosseum. Tartaros sighed at the sound, pacing forwards through the mu-
Before he could take another step, the wanderer was interrupted with the sound of a burning flame rushing past his ear. Turning in a panic, Tartaros saw a figure standing before him, clad in black and gripping a katana engulfed in blue flame. A lanky, dark-haired... teenager. Just bloody wonderful, fighting a child...
Muttering to himself, the Astartes brought his blade to bare, slashing at the figure. Before the blade could make anything even resembling a mark, the figure was already sprinting away, leaving little but a burning gash in Tartaros' armour.
Swinging himself back around, the wanderer began running. Vaulting over the stone barricades in his way, he had finally found himself near the center of the arena where the youth awaited him. Gripping his sword yet again, Tartaros ran towards the figure. As the giant of iron charged, the youthful swordsman brandished his blade, a wave of bright blue flames blasting towards Tartaros.
The old warrior charged through the blaze, a good-sized chunk of his armour and cloak being singed a dark, ashy grey. Calmly humming and trying to ignore the scorching heat that burned his skin, he raised his longsword, slashing the exorcist's knee and drawing blood. The crowd began cheering, eagerly awaiting the duel ahead.
Groaning as the warm, crimson fluid flowed down his calf, Rin drew his blade across Tartaros' shoulder twice, grazing and burning the soldier's flesh. Letting out a quiet, gravelly "Fuck..." as the sword dug into him, the warrior punched the exorcist as best he could, knocking him down into the mud.
Before Tartaros could ready himself for another blow, Rin pulled himself up from the ground, launching another torrent of flame at his foe. As the wanderer grunted in pain, the exorcist took his chance, slashing at Tartaros again and scrambling behind one of the stone barricades.
Drawing his longsword with one hand and keeping his fingers planted on his shotgun's stock with the other, the Astartes planted his boots into the dirt. Finally, the deep, growling sound of the gong reverberated through the Colosseum. Tartaros sighed at the sound, pacing forwards through the mu-
Before he could take another step, the wanderer was interrupted with the sound of a burning flame rushing past his ear. Turning in a panic, Tartaros saw a figure standing before him, clad in black and gripping a katana engulfed in blue flame. A lanky, dark-haired... teenager. Just bloody wonderful, fighting a child...
Muttering to himself, the Astartes brought his blade to bare, slashing at the figure. Before the blade could make anything even resembling a mark, the figure was already sprinting away, leaving little but a burning gash in Tartaros' armour.
Swinging himself back around, the wanderer began running. Vaulting over the stone barricades in his way, he had finally found himself near the center of the arena where the youth awaited him. Gripping his sword yet again, Tartaros ran towards the figure. As the giant of iron charged, the youthful swordsman brandished his blade, a wave of bright blue flames blasting towards Tartaros.
The old warrior charged through the blaze, a good-sized chunk of his armour and cloak being singed a dark, ashy grey. Calmly humming and trying to ignore the scorching heat that burned his skin, he raised his longsword, slashing the exorcist's knee and drawing blood. The crowd began cheering, eagerly awaiting the duel ahead.
Groaning as the warm, crimson fluid flowed down his calf, Rin drew his blade across Tartaros' shoulder twice, grazing and burning the soldier's flesh. Letting out a quiet, gravelly "Fuck..." as the sword dug into him, the warrior punched the exorcist as best he could, knocking him down into the mud.
Before Tartaros could ready himself for another blow, Rin pulled himself up from the ground, launching another torrent of flame at his foe. As the wanderer grunted in pain, the exorcist took his chance, slashing at Tartaros again and scrambling behind one of the stone barricades.