[ Nothing seems to happen yet for Kumon. He just has purple paint all over his teeth. I suppose that’s on me, I said you could use it but maybe not to save it for the actual battle, but I do appreciate his fighting spirit.
As soon as they finish picking their weapons and sprays, the crowd begins to roar again - a low hiss and then a stomping chant of MORE! MORE! MORE! They can see now, hanging high above the arena in a twisted metal cage, a familiar face (or, from this distance, maybe pair of wings). Demons from the stands are taking pot shots with arrows and stones. In the stands, sitting in a royal viewing booth is a pink friend. She’d probably be having more fun if she didn’t have a sword at her throat by a demon holding her captive. There’s like, some guy being dragged by the ankles out of the arena, totally limp.
The arena is cleared from the last fight except for streaks of bright, colorful blood across the ground and the kicked up dust. Enough to make you cough as the metal gates creak open with an ominous groan of metal. You are free to walk into the arena. More than free, actually, there’s a few demons around you that are pushing and shoving you in so they can quickly close the gate behind you again.
On the other side, an equally rusty gate opens and steps a group of four, all looking equally as homoerotic and menacing as yourselves right now: a man in a cloak of leather straps, cracking his knuckles as he walks in. A younger looking woman with dark hair and a terrifying oni mask, holding a massive book, the spine lined with spikes. A half-man, half-dinosaur, long bright blue tail sweeping as he sniffs the air for fresh blood, claws at the ready. Lastly, a guy on a fucking horse gallops into the arena. Straight for all of you?
In the chaos, you might almost miss as the booming voice once more shouts:
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As soon as they finish picking their weapons and sprays, the crowd begins to roar again - a low hiss and then a stomping chant of MORE! MORE! MORE! They can see now, hanging high above the arena in a twisted metal cage, a familiar face (or, from this distance, maybe pair of wings). Demons from the stands are taking pot shots with arrows and stones. In the stands, sitting in a royal viewing booth is a pink friend. She’d probably be having more fun if she didn’t have a sword at her throat by a demon holding her captive. There’s like, some guy being dragged by the ankles out of the arena, totally limp.
The arena is cleared from the last fight except for streaks of bright, colorful blood across the ground and the kicked up dust. Enough to make you cough as the metal gates creak open with an ominous groan of metal. You are free to walk into the arena. More than free, actually, there’s a few demons around you that are pushing and shoving you in so they can quickly close the gate behind you again.
On the other side, an equally rusty gate opens and steps a group of four, all looking equally as homoerotic and menacing as yourselves right now: a man in a cloak of leather straps, cracking his knuckles as he walks in. A younger looking woman with dark hair and a terrifying oni mask, holding a massive book, the spine lined with spikes. A half-man, half-dinosaur, long bright blue tail sweeping as he sniffs the air for fresh blood, claws at the ready. Lastly, a guy on a fucking horse gallops into the arena. Straight for all of you?
In the chaos, you might almost miss as the booming voice once more shouts:
BEGIN! ]