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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 16 2005, 09:42 PM (95 Views) | |
| Dealer of Destruction | Oct 16 2005, 09:42 PM Post #1 |
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Cyan really just needed to let off some steam. Where better to go, then to the Gravity Chambers? Of corse, Cyan ws no super powerful junky. He couldn't do ten times gravity. He couldn't do ten times. He could barley do four. That's why, you see, that he stuck with two. He wore his robes, as he always did. Changing for training was foolish. You wouldn't be wearing shorts and a shirt when in combat. Thus, he wore what he did when he was out. Black robes, with a red shirt, and black pants beneath. Turning the dial, he cranked it up to two times gravity, grimacing as he fealt the weight adding on. With his right hand, he drew his longsword, with its distinguishable blade and pommel. The grip was familiar in his gloved hand, made specifically for him. Then, he drew his dagger. "Rise." With that simple command, three thrall burst forth from the ground. The creatures had no bodies. They were souls, bound in armour. Terrifyingly intelligent, they wielded shields, and wielded heavy, deadly maces. They were unerringly obedient, would follow their master anywhere, do anything he commanded. "Attack." The Thrall nodded, drifting forward. They did not touch the ground, but drifted a few inches above it. They seemed uneffected by the gravity. Cyan waited until they got close, atacking together. At the last moment, he rolled aside, a mace sweeping over hishead. With a grunt, he swung his blade, biting into the armour, but not undoing the enchantment that bound the creature to this world. |
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| Zoanrevived | Nov 2 2005, 12:04 PM Post #2 |
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Zoan watched the little fight from outside the chamber, through a viewing window, not wanting to interrupt a training session. He would be more than willing to wait for him to finish to ask if wanted to spar, and if not, well, Zoan would just wait until he was finished, and use the room for himself. It had been a while since Zoan was there, and he didn't mind it. But it was nice every once and a while to go train in the Gravity Chambers. He wasn't like some of the other people on campus, that all they did was train...No, he didn't train, he perfected more than he trained. He would spend hours a day, doing esquisice ((SP??)) manuever's with his Katana in one hand..... |
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