Torn's Big Break

[Jak Mar]

Krack, a shorter eared elf, who was a bit more bigger boned than Torn himself, and Drakin who was skinner and was more a human who looked like a man who used to run in the olympics, had a tattoo underneath his arm.

Torn himself, had neatly formed brown dreadlocks in rows held by different beads of sorts, along with tattoos of the Krimzon guard back in his world on his face and visibly on his ears. He was glad to have a few guys on his side in the Omniverse but he was always cautious of new faces no matter the cost.

He did run a rebellion at one time. He knew to take people at face value and observe their strengths and weaknesses that could be used to help the cause. But since being in the Omniverse, it was a mess of problems following each other between Erol turning into a asshole, he trying to fight out of a empire prison with a few “friends” and finding Jak after all the mess.

The dreadlocked man eyed his two friends “Have you heard of a guy named Jak?”

Krack eyed Torn and blinked “There’s somethin’ on tv about Dante’s Abyss, I think he’s still in it.”

Drakin groaned “You mean that fighting tournament they hype up every year?”

Krack nods “Yeah that.”

Torn frowned “So wait, he’s there again? And he’s actually surviving this time?”

Drakin nodded “It says here he’s one of the final fights. If we can get out of here, take us to meet him.”

Torn gritted his teeth “Get us out first, then we’ll talk about it.”

Drakin grinned and nudged Torn “Why is this Jak guy important to ya?”

Torn frowned knowing this was coming “He’s a old friend of mine.”

Krack said “He doesn’t want to be bothered, let it go, Drakin.”

“Fine, Fine. I’m not going to step on anyone’s toes, got it.”