[Closed] Old times
- Thread starter Vex
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Let's do a bit of RP first lol.
The semi finals had just finished. It seemed Vergil had killed his opponent with relative ease. I had also defeated my opponent, so we were set to be the finalists. The crowd was going wild, they were shouting for blood the entire time, and hoping someone would die. You could almost smell the bloodlust, it was a thick heavy scent present in your nostrils that never seemed to go away. The overwhelming scent of sake didn't help either, pracitically everyone was drunk in this stage of the tournament. They wanted a good show. I would do my best to give them one. I walk into the ring, bouncing around the balls of my feet, staying loose. There's absolutely nothing in my mind other than staying alive. I would do whatever's necessary, to hell with Batman and his stupid rules. I then get into a standard gentle fist stance. I extend my right leg forwards, and put my left arm back with the finger tips pointing behind me. My right hand, is extended in front of me. It is open, as if I'm going to shake your hands. My left leg is back and my feet are a bit more than shoulder length apart. My toes are pointing to my left. All my muscles are extremely tensed, ready for me to spring forward. I knew all about Vergil's dark release, from the previous fight. If he got in close to use it...well he would get a surprise.
"Well, we should give this crowed what it wants....A SHOW!"
As I yell this, a deafening response is made from the crowd. You can practically feel the energy, permeating into the very fibres of your body powering you up.
The semi finals had just finished. It seemed Vergil had killed his opponent with relative ease. I had also defeated my opponent, so we were set to be the finalists. The crowd was going wild, they were shouting for blood the entire time, and hoping someone would die. You could almost smell the bloodlust, it was a thick heavy scent present in your nostrils that never seemed to go away. The overwhelming scent of sake didn't help either, pracitically everyone was drunk in this stage of the tournament. They wanted a good show. I would do my best to give them one. I walk into the ring, bouncing around the balls of my feet, staying loose. There's absolutely nothing in my mind other than staying alive. I would do whatever's necessary, to hell with Batman and his stupid rules. I then get into a standard gentle fist stance. I extend my right leg forwards, and put my left arm back with the finger tips pointing behind me. My right hand, is extended in front of me. It is open, as if I'm going to shake your hands. My left leg is back and my feet are a bit more than shoulder length apart. My toes are pointing to my left. All my muscles are extremely tensed, ready for me to spring forward. I knew all about Vergil's dark release, from the previous fight. If he got in close to use it...well he would get a surprise.
"Well, we should give this crowed what it wants....A SHOW!"
As I yell this, a deafening response is made from the crowd. You can practically feel the energy, permeating into the very fibres of your body powering you up.