I'm the trouble starter, fuckin' instigator.
WHO: K' Vs. Bardo
WHAT: Bardo and K' duke it out, to the victor goes the spoils?
WHERE: At the edge of the Jungle.
WHEN: An hour after Bardo's challenge.
He was ready.
It had been weeks since his loss to Selene, which had left him temporarily crippled. He had trained since then, keeping his body in top shape]. Keeping control of the fire he wielded was another story, but he had slowly been reigning it in.
After pulling on his leather jacket and throwing on his sunglasses, he had left his shared accommodations without a word. He knew Ivy read what he wrote, and she knew how long he had been waiting to get some action. Fighting was what K' had been created for. To sit by idly was maddening, he was bored to tears with only the idiotic escapades of his fellow captives to read about.
He couldn't give two shits about kittens or weddings, he wanted a fight and he had wanted one sooner then later. Bardo had granted him that wish, though K' didn't fully understand why.
Standing at the edge of the jungle, he was out of place in the wild surroundings. Decked from head to two in black leather, red sunglasses obscuring golden eyes- he was right out of an urban bad-land. Pushing back silver hair from his tanned face, he leaned against a tree to await his opponent.
WHAT: Bardo and K' duke it out, to the victor goes the spoils?
WHERE: At the edge of the Jungle.
WHEN: An hour after Bardo's challenge.
He was ready.
It had been weeks since his loss to Selene, which had left him temporarily crippled. He had trained since then, keeping his body in top shape]. Keeping control of the fire he wielded was another story, but he had slowly been reigning it in.
After pulling on his leather jacket and throwing on his sunglasses, he had left his shared accommodations without a word. He knew Ivy read what he wrote, and she knew how long he had been waiting to get some action. Fighting was what K' had been created for. To sit by idly was maddening, he was bored to tears with only the idiotic escapades of his fellow captives to read about.
He couldn't give two shits about kittens or weddings, he wanted a fight and he had wanted one sooner then later. Bardo had granted him that wish, though K' didn't fully understand why.
Standing at the edge of the jungle, he was out of place in the wild surroundings. Decked from head to two in black leather, red sunglasses obscuring golden eyes- he was right out of an urban bad-land. Pushing back silver hair from his tanned face, he leaned against a tree to await his opponent.