Nic: I'll obviously be using TK for this fight.
He was the center focus between three solid stone walls. Standing in front of the inch and some half thick metal bars, he patiently waited for the arrival of the Arena Master, with tranquility. He wasn’t a captive under any beings will, he was simply place in this area until further instructions. Sound waves, coming from underneath the steps of on coming employer of blood sport, filled the dungeon with shattered pieces of what was once silence to the Indigo Child’s ears. The director of the coliseum greeted TK with a pleasurable smile before lifting off the lock and letting an open path for TK to lead the way.
Minutes have passed since the departure of the underground rooms. A vibrating energy filled the narrow hallways which are compose of a very extensive height of stairs. In each level the two had passed by, the noise grew stronger, filling the sense of hearing, shaking the two structures that set at each of TK’s side. Thousands of bodies manifested within the fighters mind, each humanoid shape releasing out a roar of excitement, cheer, and distaste at the present combatant. It wasn’t much to think about, the spectators surrounded the pit, their eyes staring down the center of where the bloodshed will occur. It brought a stimulation to his soul, it made him glad that he would be the meaning of attention today, but it was also the possible event of confronting the next challenger.
“Now, I know that you are new here, but I think that you would put a very good show out there. The crowd is growing restless. It is best to not wait any longer.”
TK gave the Arena Master a single nod of comprehending what he meant. It’ll be the first time that TK will be witness by the hundreds of mortals, and possibly immortals, at this moment. In a place that was once shrouded in a step close of complete darkness, a ray of light slashes through the shadows, by the rift of the opening door, and enter the fighter’s eyes. The black pupils, surrounded by the blood red iris, shank in proportion, adapting the sudden brightness from the afternoon sun.
TK slowly walk passed the arches of the great double door and saw that it was everything his mind had put together. His view scroll from the left, arching their way to the right as he realizes the number of crowds there was, even at the front side where he is facing. Black leather gloves, worn on his hands, with the fingers clearly exposed, tightly gripped the metal bo staff which he had brought with him on his journey. The hood, and the cape with it, simply came off as if magically slid off, but it was just the minor push of his ani essence. All that is visible is the black leather armor worn on his shoulders and the whole torso, a belt traveling around the waist to secure the place of his ebony, baggy jeans, and simple worn shoes. The A-field begun to focus as he began to press forward, gaining closer to the center until he halts just a few a couple meters from the dot. He attempted to focus on feeling the presence of any on coming opponent, since there were now three different doors at each side, the opposite, and in front of him, and possibly the back. The metal staff stood straight next to him, in idle state, now TK will just have to wait for his assailant to appear.
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