dream ☼ ii
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The name Owl flashed above him. He didn't even catch the name of his opponent, only that it was someone new and unfamiliar. If he was lucky, he could make this as quick and as painless as possible. He wouldn't be allowing himself to lose today even if things became more difficult.
The new man was rowdy, sizing Nagi up with a maddening grin that didn't speak highly of his first impressions of him. The leader of Scar Chain couldn't blame him, either. He wasn't the most imposing of people. Size, however, had very little impact on victory in the Carnival Corpse.
As the start of the fight was announced, his opponent wasted no time. Blood red claws extended from each finger. He'd probably cut himself before the bell had even rung. Nagi bit into his thumb, the small wound enough to summon the blood he needed.
He dove to the side as the claws came at him, but felt them cut into his side anyway. So they could be extended to great lengths, it seemed. That was all right. His own methods weren't always as direct. His opponent was already so directly focused on Nagi that he didn't see the deep red orbs floating in the air just behind him until they began to explode.
That much wouldn't kill him, but it was enough to win the fight. Perhaps it had been too quick. The audience would have wanted a longer show. They could get it from someone else. The deadman placed a hand over his wound and began walking out of the arena.
"Only light showers today," he muttered to no one. Soon there would be no more of this. He had to believe that.
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Nagi is sitting up now, staring at his Dreamberry with a frown. After a moment, he tosses the item onto his nightstand.
"I hope that was satisfactory, doctor. Sorry for the delay."
The name Owl flashed above him. He didn't even catch the name of his opponent, only that it was someone new and unfamiliar. If he was lucky, he could make this as quick and as painless as possible. He wouldn't be allowing himself to lose today even if things became more difficult.
The new man was rowdy, sizing Nagi up with a maddening grin that didn't speak highly of his first impressions of him. The leader of Scar Chain couldn't blame him, either. He wasn't the most imposing of people. Size, however, had very little impact on victory in the Carnival Corpse.
As the start of the fight was announced, his opponent wasted no time. Blood red claws extended from each finger. He'd probably cut himself before the bell had even rung. Nagi bit into his thumb, the small wound enough to summon the blood he needed.
He dove to the side as the claws came at him, but felt them cut into his side anyway. So they could be extended to great lengths, it seemed. That was all right. His own methods weren't always as direct. His opponent was already so directly focused on Nagi that he didn't see the deep red orbs floating in the air just behind him until they began to explode.
That much wouldn't kill him, but it was enough to win the fight. Perhaps it had been too quick. The audience would have wanted a longer show. They could get it from someone else. The deadman placed a hand over his wound and began walking out of the arena.
"Only light showers today," he muttered to no one. Soon there would be no more of this. He had to believe that.
--
Nagi is sitting up now, staring at his Dreamberry with a frown. After a moment, he tosses the item onto his nightstand.
"I hope that was satisfactory, doctor. Sorry for the delay."