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[Closed] Galactic Tournament| Time: Afternoon| Weather: Raining
The-Blades-slave:
Daylin politely took a seat.
What Garlock lacks in brains, he makes up for in muscle, skill, and plain out power.
He politely smiled, no need to be rude.
How goes your training, do you need any help?
He was hoping Leo was up to a sparring match.
The name is Daylin, Daylin Hakima.
Mr. Fox:
"Nice to meet you Daylin! I'm sure you know my name already."
I finish my pie then stand up."I'm always up for a quick sparring match. You pick the arena, meet ya there." I wave and walk towards the local sync station, all the while going over the numbers written in my notebook in my head, just a few more wins and I'll have a good standing next year.
Desbear:
mikto waas in the hotel. he managed to get his family to come here for vacation again. and he plans on joining the tournament while they're in the city.. he was flipping through the channels on Tv when..
We're coming at you live from the Golden Hotel, where world champ Stan Masters has just checked in. When prompted for an interview, he kindly refused and went inside. With the tourney three days away, one question remains, will the champ prove himself once more, or will we see the fall of a great warrior?
he shook his head.
Woopdie doo. who cares? By the time I get anywhere NEAR the top There will be a new one...
he shook his head then realized something..
I wonder if there is anyone in the hotel that would spar... most likely not, but...
He walked out the door and started walking down the hallway..
[SIINTCA :I]
The-Blades-slave:
Daylin smiled, Leo shouldn't have given him the choice. He walked over to the local synch station, and says one thing, before synching.
Might as well practice in a place we will be fighting, tilted tree tops.
He focused, and the mark, tucked beneath his pants, glowed for a moment. A blue orb appeared in front of him, as his m,ind became one with Garlock.
Garlock
He snorted, looking around quietly for a moment. He noticed the tree around him, how they grew from the wall and formed platforms. With a grunt, Garlock began to careful, and quietly, as if he was hunting, began to navigate the forest.
Mr. Fox:
I touched the mark on my shoulder, moments later I was soaring above the trees in Krapfen's body. The first thing I noticed was the heavily wooded arena he had chosen, he chose well, restrict my ranged attacks. Sooner rather then later I thought.
Krapfen:
The ether rich world flooded Krapfen's mind. Too much ether to track a single target, meaning he's have to drive him out. Krapfen dove underneath the tree tops then began to launch randomly aimed Fire Blasts; fire drives everything from hiding...
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