A duel between some good fighters.

Arena

A mountainous, barren wasteland. There are no animals here, as in the conditions they could not survive. There is a small laboratory in the area, which was used for human testing during the Soviet era but has now fallen into disarray and been abandoned.

It has a small crater-shaped area which has only 2 exits, as it is surrounded by tall mountains.

I'm using my Samson characters, who is 27.
He has white spikey hair, which is due to vitiligo on his head.

I will be entering with Zak Draylith. In the old 3-way battle, the dude put up a fight. I'm looking forward to this.


Zak walked along the barren land with his sword at his side and his cloak blowing. "Wonder where he is..." Zak said.

((Im back, I do hope the rules were READ.

Ill be keeping an eye on this, carry on)

((Why, Nini? Do you not trust me to RP within the guidelines?!))

/Yeah Nini
Didn't you see their other topic? I thought it was great.\

[[Thank you. The hero of time's rping is great. I thought I was really good too.]]

Zak continued to carefully walk along the field, waiting for the challenger.

((Can I join?))

((Kevin, shut up, and yes you can Green))

((I haven't RP'ed in a good while. Can I join?))

((Eh, don't feel the RPing mood today, but that's all right.))

The figure moved through the wasteland. The figure looked more like a walking hut with a very huge backpack behind it, and it moved very slowly. "Was it north or south?" the hut Renkin said, fumbling with the map in his hands. It was lucky that he brought a good amount of supplies, even if something bad might happen to them in a few minutes. He stopped when he saw a cloaked figure walking, armed with at least a sword. "Excuse me sir, do you have good knowledge of this land?" Renkin said. Looking at the map, he noticed a detail that he should've around the time he bought it from a shady fellow in a dark corner of a tavern.

"Preferably of the last 100 years." he added.

Lol'd
but supa is a good rper though
I dont know about thot...

The cloaked figure turned and noticed Renkin. He thought it was a huge house of some kind, but then noticed it was a person. "Why of course I do, comrade", he answered back, with a heavy accent. He ran up to Renkin and started to explain the history of the wastes. "This land was once a beautiful part of the homeland, but was destroyed by the war". The man took a deep sigh and looked away for a second, then continued. "I was only a dear lad at the time, with my sweetheart back home and my mother looking over me. This place was a battleground for the 46th People's regiment, with a pocketful of dreams."

Invisible: *Grabs some Popcorn from Hammerspace, and watches.*

((I'm going take that as a no...)