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the dirty warrior
« Thread Started on Jun 2, 2004, 1:52am »
The arena was not yet full for it was new in the area. Only a few battles have been faught at all. A nervous young man stood behind the doors awaiting his time. The boy was a mere five foot seven, couldnt have been older than seventeen. A mop of dirty blond hair fell around his head like a leafy bush. Two dirty silken cloths entwined around his forehead and tied in the back to make the appearance of one thin rope with a large brown feather tied in at the back.

The boy wore gray leather pants that seemed to be handmade and tied by the same type of chord that was around his head and also tied in the back, only instead of a feather there was the tail of a tiger. The boy whore no shirt or shoes, and seemed to have gone without a bath for many months. Around his neck was a tight necklace that seemed to have the teeth and small bones of varios animals. In the center was a stone with a strange symbol on it.

The boy looked up through his shaggy hair. His sky blue eyes, large and round looked through the crack of the ten foot tall Arena doors. The croud was few but loud and eagerly waiting the next fight.

The boy licked his lips and took a deep breath as he tightened his rhyno-skinned gloves. The gloves where his own invention. On his right gloves the fingers are covered and the claws of a Kodiak bear were securly fastened at the ends. His other glove had no fingers but on the upper palm was the strange symbol again, it seemed to be burnt in.

The boy was nervous, it was easy to see he wasnt sure how ready for this he was, and he had no idea who he might be fighting. But the boy had somthing to prove and was deturmaned to do it.
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« Reply #1 on Jun 5, 2004, 4:30pm »
The sound of gears churning and chains rattling was heard as the large doors infront of the boy opened. They opened slowly, and because of his anticipation they seemed to move twice as slow. Every inch they moved he could see more of the crowed, as well as the arena. When the doors finnaly finnished opening the boy slowly stepped out into veiw.

At first the crowed was silent as if the whole world wasnt sure what to say. Then one man burst out laughing. Then annother, and another until the entire arena was roaring with taunts and teases.

"Go home Junior. We paid to see a fight not a massicre!"
"Right! Run on home to mommy lad!"
"He's practically skin and bones, lousy sack of flesh!"
"Might want to get on with it, he probably has to be home before nightfall!"

The taunts got more and more but the boy was used to this by now. It still buged him slightly but that is why he was here. He was tired of being called a boy. In his tribe he was considered a man, but to the world, he was nothing. He would make a name for himself here.

It wasnt long before the crowed started to boo, noticing that the boy was not retreating. Usually there taunts would send most would-be fighters back into the pits. Soon they would start throwing things, and the boy knew it. In fact he anticipated it, he saw somthing small and red heading directly towards him. With the flash of an eye the boy took out his dagger and thrust it straight through the tossed tomato.

The crowed hushed as the boy stood still and stared at them all. The rotted tomato stood peirced up to teh hilt of the boy's dagger until he finnaly moved shaked it off. He then put the dagger away and turned towards the other side of the arena where the doors were about to open and reveal his challenger.
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