02-01-2017, 12:11 AM
[INTRO POST]
The zealous, frothing ecstasy of the gathered crowds was a balm upon the senses of the one known as Tearen Wover. Even as he lingered within the the wings of this padded mockery of an arena, he could feel their zeal for violence fueling ever greater and greater adrenaline. It was a chorus of dis inhibition and bloodlust that wound its way through the psychic medium. Succulent and heady, Tearen needed to steel himself against its intoxicating lure, lest he chose partake in the mindless revelry as well.
The announcer continued his scripted hootings.
"Aaand from team WWOmni. He's lean, he's mean, and he-ssaauugggGGHH!!"
The hapless human never got a chance to finish his churlish shouting, as Tearen advanced from the enclosure prematurely. The MC had been lifted high into the air and hung there screaming with fear as Enigma, Tearen's favored halberd, was called into existence with an outstretched hand. Upon solidifying from the shimmering, arcane light, the announcer was promptly called down from his mid-air prison with a mental tug. A wet gurgle was the next sound to come blasting over the loudspeakers as the MC's throat was harshly introduced to the cold metal of Enigma's spearhead.
Unhindered by the fleshy load, Tearen continued towards this...padded center dias, holding Enigma in one hand while slowly floating through the air into the ring. The dead corpse that dangled from the spearhead was discarded with little ceremony, being deposited on the mat with a swift swing. A gout of red blood painted a grisly fresco upon the pristine white mat, and it was at this point that the previously dumb-struck crowd finally panicked. The filthy, half-drunken mass of people stumbled and clawed past each other to flee what they had hoped would be a nice, if not raucous, evening of adrenaline filled entertainment. Had they not come to see a demonstration of violence and pain? Tearen would give them nothing less than a stunning show.
Rather than fireworks and laser lights to set the stage, the arena's floodlights blasted to their full luminescence in the vain hope that it would help the scrambling civilians find their way to safety. Rather than punchy, electronic music, it was a fusillade of screams that heralded the Shadow. The blinding light from overhead served only to throw his darkened silhouette into sharper relief.
Tearen's head, enshrouded by a low hanging burlap hood turned to regard his opponent, who stood ready to defend himself. Good. Green eyes gleamed out from beneath the hood, and his matted robes swished softly as he turned into his own proper stance. Holding the halberd with its head behind him and the spiked pommel upwards at an angle, Tearen sent a single invitation drifting across the canvas of Homin-Ratione's mind.
En garde.
The zealous, frothing ecstasy of the gathered crowds was a balm upon the senses of the one known as Tearen Wover. Even as he lingered within the the wings of this padded mockery of an arena, he could feel their zeal for violence fueling ever greater and greater adrenaline. It was a chorus of dis inhibition and bloodlust that wound its way through the psychic medium. Succulent and heady, Tearen needed to steel himself against its intoxicating lure, lest he chose partake in the mindless revelry as well.
The announcer continued his scripted hootings.
"Aaand from team WWOmni. He's lean, he's mean, and he-ssaauugggGGHH!!"
The hapless human never got a chance to finish his churlish shouting, as Tearen advanced from the enclosure prematurely. The MC had been lifted high into the air and hung there screaming with fear as Enigma, Tearen's favored halberd, was called into existence with an outstretched hand. Upon solidifying from the shimmering, arcane light, the announcer was promptly called down from his mid-air prison with a mental tug. A wet gurgle was the next sound to come blasting over the loudspeakers as the MC's throat was harshly introduced to the cold metal of Enigma's spearhead.
Unhindered by the fleshy load, Tearen continued towards this...padded center dias, holding Enigma in one hand while slowly floating through the air into the ring. The dead corpse that dangled from the spearhead was discarded with little ceremony, being deposited on the mat with a swift swing. A gout of red blood painted a grisly fresco upon the pristine white mat, and it was at this point that the previously dumb-struck crowd finally panicked. The filthy, half-drunken mass of people stumbled and clawed past each other to flee what they had hoped would be a nice, if not raucous, evening of adrenaline filled entertainment. Had they not come to see a demonstration of violence and pain? Tearen would give them nothing less than a stunning show.
Rather than fireworks and laser lights to set the stage, the arena's floodlights blasted to their full luminescence in the vain hope that it would help the scrambling civilians find their way to safety. Rather than punchy, electronic music, it was a fusillade of screams that heralded the Shadow. The blinding light from overhead served only to throw his darkened silhouette into sharper relief.
Tearen's head, enshrouded by a low hanging burlap hood turned to regard his opponent, who stood ready to defend himself. Good. Green eyes gleamed out from beneath the hood, and his matted robes swished softly as he turned into his own proper stance. Holding the halberd with its head behind him and the spiked pommel upwards at an angle, Tearen sent a single invitation drifting across the canvas of Homin-Ratione's mind.
En garde.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued