Post by Luo Hanzhai on May 9, 2018 21:05:58 GMT -5
What a crew.
1d100The half-blood watched carefully and eagerly as each fighter waited for their name to make their advance and take part in the bracket drawing. So this group right here would be the Final Eight? He would carefully look each and every one over. While he'd expected mostly human opponents, it seemed that he'd be pitted against a large locale of crazy and outlandish individuals. Among them were a lizard, a woman that seemed vaguely familiar, and others. To him, the two most notable were Dian Xin, a fellow swordsman he'd met a good while ago in his mercenary travels, and one dark-haired stranger. Luo had taken immediate notice of his tail, which was just like his own (which he'd taken a great note to tuck out of view beneath his clothing, wrapped around his waist). ''That tail...s'he like me? He's lookin' confident, alright. How can 'e feel normal right now?'' His mind was plagued with several important questions as he stared the man down. He was already hoping he would fight that one, if only to see if he could get some answers. They both had similar looking tails, after all. He had to know something.
Luo had decided to represent the Turtle School in this outing, choosing to dress himself in the school's uniform. The old rat had yet to teach him any fancy new techniques, but maybe if he did right by the old secretly buff geezer he'd throw him a bone. He was snapped away from his thoughts as the announcer called his name. Stepping forward, he'd take a number out of the box, but made sure to keep a questioning glance held toward the tailed stranger.
Luck would be the sole deciding factor; who would he fight?
Luo had decided to represent the Turtle School in this outing, choosing to dress himself in the school's uniform. The old rat had yet to teach him any fancy new techniques, but maybe if he did right by the old secretly buff geezer he'd throw him a bone. He was snapped away from his thoughts as the announcer called his name. Stepping forward, he'd take a number out of the box, but made sure to keep a questioning glance held toward the tailed stranger.
Luck would be the sole deciding factor; who would he fight?
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