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by Theseus12 10/10/2014, 10:17 pmDrizzt was waiting in the Arena. Not exactly expecting anyone to come in. There had hardly ever been in here today, for some reason. What were they doing? Hiding from the mildly cool weather? Pfft. The gray skinned demigod doubted it. Getting up, he drew Harvester from his belt. He then started to attack various dummies that were strewn throughout the arena. Harvester went through all possible forms; scythe, what basically was a pike, a short handled scythe weilded in one hand, and, finally, a curved broadsword. He burned through the last ones with it as a sword, basically just to practice techniques with the blade one couldn't do with a normal blade. After chopping the second to last one to straw, the grave he had been having created finally finished. In a whirl, the "sword" turned into a full sized scythe, and impaled the last dummy in the chest. Spinning for momentum, Drizzt let the dummy fly into the air, and watched it fall into the empty grave, the wooden sword impaling itself into the dirt behind the grave. Drizzt's head spun slightly, and, pulling some ambrosia out of his pocket, he ate it, chewing quietly, low humming of the graveyard symphony passing from his mouth as he chewed. The scythe shrank down to about the size of some sunglasses, and he hung Harvester on his belt, the last of the straw finally falling to the ground. Hearing a noise, Drizzt turned slowly, not wanting to freak out whoever his visitor was. With his black clothes, vantablack cloack, and the hood over his head (also vantablack), coupled with his white hair, red eyes and cold, gray skin, he looked every bit like an ancient necromantic vampire lord. "Greetings," he said, his voice toneless and dead as the dummies he just slaughtered, their straw bodies strewn across the arena.
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Theseus12- Senior Member
Number of posts : 1923
Age : 31
Registration date : 2010-11-19
muse- Junior Member
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The girl in the shadows only backed away, not wanting to deal with human contact. She'd came to the arena in the hopes that it would be abandoned, so it wouldn't be quite as embarrassing when the sword pulled her over. Lia wasn't exactly the strongest demigod in New York. Or even in the top 100. She was also rocking the necromancer look, though to a slightly less creepy extent. It was mainly the pale skin and dark hoodie that made her look creepy. She didn't have a sword on her, and no real reason to be in the arena. She was just there.
ooc: hahaha that was a terrible post im sorry
ooc: hahaha that was a terrible post im sorry
Theseus12- Senior Member
Number of posts : 1923
Age : 31
Registration date : 2010-11-19
((Now, we just wait for Liberty, then that will be our post order: Me, you, then Liberty, then repeat.))
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