Our storie starts in a old cell with the sounds of a crowd of people gards come to the cell door. They say "Come on its your turn and make the fight last longer." Then out from the back of the cell a man with long white hair that went all the way down his back tied at the base of the head and his face covered by his long thick bangs of white hair all you could see of his face was one purple blue eyes that look so cold and with out the luster of life that others have.
He walked to the cell door and put his hands to the door the gards put old roman Iron cuffs on his massive wrist then the gards open the door and lead him to the areana door. They unlocked the doors showing thousands of people in the stands yelling "kill him" The man with white hair steped out the crowd fell quickly quite as the saw this well build man walked out slowly with a look like he done this a million times and just dose not care. His skin was dark golden brown tan he worn only roman fighter type sandles and a roman fighters lower dress with a light leather armor. He walked tword the middle of the areana were a massive granit sword with a sarpen black valcanic glass edge with runes runing down the middle of the blade.
It was a tower of a sword but the man with white hair took it by the hilt and pulled it out of the ground with one quick movement of his arm like it was nothing at all. The other fighters jaws droped as they knew who this man was and also knew that he was there to kill them all. The fighters ran all around the areana the man with white hair just stood there intel he found the moment right to strike but that was not long the wind kick up blowing up a dust cloud covering the areana then in the cloud screams of men came out.
After the dust settled after a few mins of screams of horror and panic all the fighters were cut down but the man with white hair standing in the middle of the areana once more with that stone sword across his back covered in blood. Then the man did a swift motion of the sword to clear of the blood and then drove the sword back into the grownd then headed back to the doors of the areana where he came out of and the crowd cheered in awe.
 Darkblade Tekkaman · Wed Dec 07, 2005 @ 07:51am · 0 Comments |
