It's an unofficial spar kind of fight with a bit of story. You know the rules. I'm using Godot.
It's almost time. Better say goodbye while i can.
Godot brought a cup to his mouth and tilted it back, gladly letting a dark liquid of considerable heat flow down his throat. He was leaning against one of many trees which populated the forest divided by a long pathway of white brick. The path is illuminated by the light of the setting sun, practically glowing in comparison to the shadows hanging around it. Having completely drained his cup, Godot gave a satisfied sigh before calmly turning toward the path on his right to await the arrival of a certain person.
Although his business-like attire wouldn't suggest it, Godot was on a mission. The information received from his client and his own investigations led Godot to a path that his target should be coming down which was where he would have the opportunity to assassinate him. However, whether he follows through with it or not would depend solely on his impression of the target. All problems cannot be solved through murder and more often that not lead to more problems down the line. To make sure justice is served he had to weigh the scales first, man-to-man, as a prosecutor.
Godot can sense your approach due to his attunement with natural energy and although launching a surprise attack from his hiding spot mat give him an advantage, it wasn't his style. Placing his cup back in its holder, Godot slowly walks into view. The dwindling sunlight on his back darkens his face, half of which is covered by a metallic visor with three red lines glowing on it. Godot's glowing "eyes" and devious smirk made him appear more sinister than intended but it was probably for the best.
"Hey there, can i trouble you for a bit?"
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It's almost time. Better say goodbye while i can.
Godot brought a cup to his mouth and tilted it back, gladly letting a dark liquid of considerable heat flow down his throat. He was leaning against one of many trees which populated the forest divided by a long pathway of white brick. The path is illuminated by the light of the setting sun, practically glowing in comparison to the shadows hanging around it. Having completely drained his cup, Godot gave a satisfied sigh before calmly turning toward the path on his right to await the arrival of a certain person.
Although his business-like attire wouldn't suggest it, Godot was on a mission. The information received from his client and his own investigations led Godot to a path that his target should be coming down which was where he would have the opportunity to assassinate him. However, whether he follows through with it or not would depend solely on his impression of the target. All problems cannot be solved through murder and more often that not lead to more problems down the line. To make sure justice is served he had to weigh the scales first, man-to-man, as a prosecutor.
Godot can sense your approach due to his attunement with natural energy and although launching a surprise attack from his hiding spot mat give him an advantage, it wasn't his style. Placing his cup back in its holder, Godot slowly walks into view. The dwindling sunlight on his back darkens his face, half of which is covered by a metallic visor with three red lines glowing on it. Godot's glowing "eyes" and devious smirk made him appear more sinister than intended but it was probably for the best.
"Hey there, can i trouble you for a bit?"
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