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| Demetri vs Rose LaChance | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 29 2017, 04:41 AM (535 Views) | |
| Reggie | Nov 29 2017, 04:41 AM Post #1 |
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A normal boxing arena. |
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| Casshern | Dec 7 2017, 10:46 AM Post #2 |
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~ENTER DEMETRI~ The boy's eyes slowly fluttered open, as he regained consciousness in a strange place. He felt as if had been asleep for hours, but there was no way for him to tell had long it actually been. Demetri's vision was still hazy and he could not yet identify his surroundings. Rubbing his eyes, the sound of a metal clank could be heard as he readjusted himself in the fold-out chair he was sitting in. The cold aluminum radiated from his back, sending a chill down his back and throughout the rest of his body, Upon fully regaining vision, Demetri saw that he was in what seemed to be a boxing ring. When did I fall asleep? Demetri tried his hardest to remember what had transpired before waking up in this chair. The events of the African election quickly flashed through his mind. The death of the world leaders, that huge energy blast, the death of father... the death of his sister. Demetri was quickly reminded of his anger and contentment for Mercutio. The sins he had committed to towards the Castellanos family were unforgivable. No matter what he had to do, no matter how long he had to wait, Demetri dedicated his essence to revenge. The teenager's mental haze began to withdraw. He was able to recall Mercutio informing the crowd of children that they would be fighting to the death and the winners would be able to move on. None of it made sense to Demetri. If Mercutio's plan was to cover up his attack, then why even keep us alive this long. What would this man gain from such a spectacle? If he were doing it for fun, that would be one thing, but to go to such extreme efforts... why? After reflecting on past events and his being here, Demetri quickly jumped up from the chair, realizing that Mercutio's "game" had probably already started. His nerves were tingling with anticipation, ready to jump at any given moment. If he wanted to avenge his sister, he had to push forward. No matter who he had to face, losing was not an option. Twisting his neck around the arena, Demetri attempted to see if there was anyone or anything else in this room. Assuming that the game had commenced, there should be at least one other person in here. Edited by Casshern, Dec 7 2017, 10:55 PM.
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| Casshern | Dec 8 2017, 12:48 PM Post #3 |
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Demetri, after scanning the room, was able to locate his opponent sitting in a chair across from him. The other boy seemed to not be awake yet. As dishonorable as it was, the teen had no choice but to take this opportunity and kill the other teen. Demetri would have preferred not to stain his hands with the blood of aa fellow victim, however, under these circumstances, he could not afford to show sympathy. Approaching the unconscious boy, Demetri began to produce a pheromone around himself, increasing his physical strength. "..." Without a moment of hesitation, Demetri threw a powerful punch at the side of his opponent's head, aiming specifically for the temple. Summary
Edited by Casshern, Dec 10 2017, 02:00 AM.
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| Casshern | Dec 9 2017, 08:45 PM Post #4 |
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The opponent fell from the chair and landed on the ground, still seemingly unconscious. Standing above the limp body with his arms cocked to his hip, Demetri thought how strange and easy this task ended up being. One would think that there would be more resistance, given the stakes involved. The possibility of this being some sort of trick was there, Demetri thought as he poked the opponent's cheek with his foot, but at this point, what could there be? Lifting his knee and then quickly sending his heel down at the boy's throat, Demetri intended the stomp to be fatal. Summary Edited by Casshern, Dec 10 2017, 02:03 AM.
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| Reggie | Dec 10 2017, 06:15 PM Post #5 |
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Crimson mist swarms the arena in near instantaneous reaction speed and Demetri would find himself unable to bring his foot down over top of his opponent. Suddenly, before his eyes, he would watch his opponent vaporize. Demitri is the victor. |
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| Sahuagin | Dec 28 2017, 03:53 AM Post #6 |
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Grading: Demetri Castellanos: 5 EXP Rose LeChance: 0 EXP Comments: Crikey; not a lot I can say about such a one-sided beating. Stinks about Rose's circumstances but there's not much else I can say. Demetri's a cool cat, |
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