by Brastus 4/26/2015, 12:30 am
By this point I began to doubt if this guy had some brain cells at all! I hadn't gotten so angry in so long. I mean the kid had a mediocre stance, a pathetic hold on combat and an even worst attitude. I guess kicking him wasn't enough. Maybe a demonstration a drill would scare him. I used the sharp side of my dagger-like necklace and opened my thumb up, letting a bit of blood flow into my hand. Afterwards I thrusted my hand downwards into the ground and a small earthquake occurred. Afterwards, at the center of the small quake, five holes appeared, each large enough to fit an entire man inside. A bad, repulsive smell came out of the holes, like the smell of rotting meat that was left on the counter for far too long, or the smell of grease trap that had not been cleaned for two entire years. The smell however didn't really bother me since I was used to it already.
Sounds of anguished pain came from the holes and suddenly a skeletal, thin hand with decide skin barely left on the bones, came out. Immediately the hand pulled a body upwards that looked like it had been the body of an old roman legionnaire, judging from the armor that it carried. Afterwards the small flap of skin that hanged from the hand began to cover up the body and the skeleton soon looked less like a hollowed costume and more like a person that had died four months ago. TO his sides came four more undead warriors who wore similar lorica segmental armor. Each of these warriors began to grow their old muscles, organs and features back. After a few seconds, the five udnead soldiers groaned together and immediately darted cold, hellish eyes to the guy. The soldiers snarled, groaned, moaned and snarled at the little, arrogant idiot. Meanwhile, I just snapped my fingers and my weapons, all five of them, appeared before me. I yelled a command in latin and immediately the undead soldiers grabbed the weapons and brandished them at the guy that had once asked me to give him hell.
"I'm more than happy to comply kid. Here's your first real challenge. You have to fight these five undead, legionnaires. Once you draw blood, no matter how small the wound is, the fight is over. Oh, and since this is combat training, obviously you can't use your powers. Just your weapons and your skill with the weapon." I told the kid as I sat down on the ground like a native american and smirked. This should be fun.
OOC: here's the thing, I'll RP the soldiers like NCPs. For info on the weapons just look at Damian's character form.