Destruction *Important*
Jan 21, 2006 1:49:09 GMT
Post by ted on Jan 21, 2006 1:49:09 GMT
He had advanced from the beach to the outter reaches of the arenas set up just below. The man pushed through all the people, bumping them and stumbling away, continuing this path as every person he pushed through made some sort of rude comment to him. And each comment was well placed as his passing by did seem quite rude, not offering up a single word in apology. Though most the crowd was going about their own way and not watching the events take place as some of the die hard fans were watching every second of their favorite for the win, most likley having money placed on them.
One guy whom watched from the nosebleeds was suddenly knocked away from the railing by the vagabond, and onto the ground. The vagabond stood there looking down to the fights, his eyes widening some, and adrenaline starting up. Muscles tensed slightly, the adrenaline juices lubricating his nervous system and muscles, seeping into them, and increasing his senses a few fold. The man that was knocked over, from hereon known as Joe, stood up, apearantly mad at the vagabond for so rudely knocking him over. So in retaliation Joe shoved the vagabond so hard that he fell to the ground, skidding slightly.
Laying limp for a few seconds as Joe spat on the poor man. Almost as soon as the suliva made contact with his bare skin, he was up in a matter of seconds, after turning on his back and using his legs by kicking them both upward donkey kick style, and following through with his body. His arms outreaching hands on the ground assisted this recovery back to his feet. And with a snarl the vagabond was back in Joe's face, this time isntead of absently bumping his asside though, force was used. A punch to the sternum had Joe gaspin for air, and blood running from his nose, and soon lips as Joe coughed horribly.
The people nearby watching the confrontation gasped at the sudden attack, and manslaughter. Joe falling to the ground left several people screaming in terror. Some men seeing this act of violence stirred up the hero in them and they rushed the vagabond, only to fall to the ground inanimated as this monstor senslessly stole their lives with a few blows either to the neck, head, nose, chest, ribs, or spine, each strike in some deadly area. Noone else dared to be a hero after atleast five men were dead at the vagabonds feet.
The vagabond himself heavily breathing, and pupils dialated, as the rage poured through him, being released in short outbursts when assaulting the fallen hero's. Some had ran to get some sort of authoraty, the others just encircled him, but not looking directly at him as fear struck them, and at the same time sorrow when looking to their fallen commrades. Blood leaking from the vagabonds clawed hands , and suliva from his lips. This was the beast, the hunter inside him, manifested from his instincts of survival, a perfect killing machine with no remorse.
One guy whom watched from the nosebleeds was suddenly knocked away from the railing by the vagabond, and onto the ground. The vagabond stood there looking down to the fights, his eyes widening some, and adrenaline starting up. Muscles tensed slightly, the adrenaline juices lubricating his nervous system and muscles, seeping into them, and increasing his senses a few fold. The man that was knocked over, from hereon known as Joe, stood up, apearantly mad at the vagabond for so rudely knocking him over. So in retaliation Joe shoved the vagabond so hard that he fell to the ground, skidding slightly.
Laying limp for a few seconds as Joe spat on the poor man. Almost as soon as the suliva made contact with his bare skin, he was up in a matter of seconds, after turning on his back and using his legs by kicking them both upward donkey kick style, and following through with his body. His arms outreaching hands on the ground assisted this recovery back to his feet. And with a snarl the vagabond was back in Joe's face, this time isntead of absently bumping his asside though, force was used. A punch to the sternum had Joe gaspin for air, and blood running from his nose, and soon lips as Joe coughed horribly.
The people nearby watching the confrontation gasped at the sudden attack, and manslaughter. Joe falling to the ground left several people screaming in terror. Some men seeing this act of violence stirred up the hero in them and they rushed the vagabond, only to fall to the ground inanimated as this monstor senslessly stole their lives with a few blows either to the neck, head, nose, chest, ribs, or spine, each strike in some deadly area. Noone else dared to be a hero after atleast five men were dead at the vagabonds feet.
The vagabond himself heavily breathing, and pupils dialated, as the rage poured through him, being released in short outbursts when assaulting the fallen hero's. Some had ran to get some sort of authoraty, the others just encircled him, but not looking directly at him as fear struck them, and at the same time sorrow when looking to their fallen commrades. Blood leaking from the vagabonds clawed hands , and suliva from his lips. This was the beast, the hunter inside him, manifested from his instincts of survival, a perfect killing machine with no remorse.