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PouchTwo red eyes peeled across the town of Baska, he had just grabbed himself a meal and was now preparing for his challenge. He’d scarfed down eggs, bacon, biscuits & gravy. When he felt he was ready and had digested everything well enough. He set out towards a large rock that stood out on the mountain-side. It was the Great Baska Rock, home of the coliseum and the place he’d taken an S-rank quest.
An older gentleman who posted fighters here loved seeing match-ups in his day, but he hated how little hand-to-hand combat was ever seen in them recently. So, as a highly promoted fight. Two mystery challengers would be fighting without the use of weapons, though they were obviously permitted to wear any gear they had on their body.
Erebus was donning a caped robe, the Courpsemourn, slung over his chest was a iron vest, the Warrior Armor. His arms were litered with black runic markings, and his face etched to the design in black ink. His hair was spiked, and slick. One could almost mistake it for blonde, but a subtle pink hue made Erebus stand out from the traditional, a red scarf cling to his neck, green earrings dangled, and a large skeleton ring was on his middle finger.
A spare pair of arms were hidden behind the veil of the Courpsemourn, which was always held closed until combat would reveal his true form. As of right now, Valeria would see Erebus as a regular foe no different than the traditional, with two daggers sheathed and unlikely to be used from his waist belt. Only his hands were necessary today— and Erebus was in the mood to use them.
His canines flashed the crowd a fervent smile, when he took his place finally coming into the arena. Erebus laughed and waved, holding himself together like a celebrity despite the occasional boo-ing from old challengers watching in the bleachers. Erebus has no idea who his challenger is, but stands confidently. Stretching his ligaments around, and preparing to unhinge when provoked— Erebus takes his place ten meters from the edge of the ring.
Ring outs would also count for victories.
The use of weapons or magic, would result in disqualification.
The arena is 50 meters in length. From where Valeria will enter, she is 40 meters from Erebus at the furthest edge of the map.
406/2500
167 STR
111 SPE
109 CON
269 END
121 INT
(+60 STR) - Earrings
(+10 STR, -10 SPE) - Armor
Daggers not in use, but being equipped +40 SPE
An older gentleman who posted fighters here loved seeing match-ups in his day, but he hated how little hand-to-hand combat was ever seen in them recently. So, as a highly promoted fight. Two mystery challengers would be fighting without the use of weapons, though they were obviously permitted to wear any gear they had on their body.
Erebus was donning a caped robe, the Courpsemourn, slung over his chest was a iron vest, the Warrior Armor. His arms were litered with black runic markings, and his face etched to the design in black ink. His hair was spiked, and slick. One could almost mistake it for blonde, but a subtle pink hue made Erebus stand out from the traditional, a red scarf cling to his neck, green earrings dangled, and a large skeleton ring was on his middle finger.
A spare pair of arms were hidden behind the veil of the Courpsemourn, which was always held closed until combat would reveal his true form. As of right now, Valeria would see Erebus as a regular foe no different than the traditional, with two daggers sheathed and unlikely to be used from his waist belt. Only his hands were necessary today— and Erebus was in the mood to use them.
His canines flashed the crowd a fervent smile, when he took his place finally coming into the arena. Erebus laughed and waved, holding himself together like a celebrity despite the occasional boo-ing from old challengers watching in the bleachers. Erebus has no idea who his challenger is, but stands confidently. Stretching his ligaments around, and preparing to unhinge when provoked— Erebus takes his place ten meters from the edge of the ring.
Ring outs would also count for victories.
The use of weapons or magic, would result in disqualification.
The arena is 50 meters in length. From where Valeria will enter, she is 40 meters from Erebus at the furthest edge of the map.
406/2500
167 STR
111 SPE
109 CON
269 END
121 INT
(+60 STR) - Earrings
(+10 STR, -10 SPE) - Armor
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