Post by Zero on Apr 30, 2009 20:55:10 GMT -5
(Behind the Shrine... the Arena.)
A man, wearing a good suit, black hat, and walking with a cane, walks toward the Arena. Yellow construction tape with a paper 'closed' sign adores the gate.
"Well... this won't do."
Cane fading away into a sabre, the man slashes at the tape, and enters the Arena. He stands in the middle of the ring, stabbing his sabre into the stone.
The man itches at his skin, wrinkles showing his age.
"I'm waiting."
A man, wearing a good suit, black hat, and walking with a cane, walks toward the Arena. Yellow construction tape with a paper 'closed' sign adores the gate.
"Well... this won't do."
Cane fading away into a sabre, the man slashes at the tape, and enters the Arena. He stands in the middle of the ring, stabbing his sabre into the stone.
The man itches at his skin, wrinkles showing his age.
"I'm waiting."