What you see....
Who: Morrigan and The Shredder
What: Some friendly sparring
When: Tonight (August 9th)
Where: Forest
Warnings: pg for violence
Status: In Progress
His armor was made several centuries ago out of a metal alloy that did not exist on earth. It was The Shredder's prized possession. For years he had kept it in perfect fighting condition, and for years it stuck fear into both the feeble hearts of the weak, and the stronger hearts of the many warriors he had battled in his very long lifetime. Saki had not had that many chances to wear this armor here, but now was a good a time as any.
He waited in the middle of the forest clearing for her to arrive. He tilted his head back and eyed the stars far above. Did anything exist up there, he wondered. Perhaps oneday he will find out. He had waited for over a millenum to leave Earth, and if he must, he would do the same here in Ruby City. The Shredder lowered his head and raised his bladed gauntlet, admiring its sharp edge. So many lives taken by these little blades. The vast majority of them did not matter and the Shredder had forgotten about.
His time will come again.
What: Some friendly sparring
When: Tonight (August 9th)
Where: Forest
Warnings: pg for violence
Status: In Progress
His armor was made several centuries ago out of a metal alloy that did not exist on earth. It was The Shredder's prized possession. For years he had kept it in perfect fighting condition, and for years it stuck fear into both the feeble hearts of the weak, and the stronger hearts of the many warriors he had battled in his very long lifetime. Saki had not had that many chances to wear this armor here, but now was a good a time as any.
He waited in the middle of the forest clearing for her to arrive. He tilted his head back and eyed the stars far above. Did anything exist up there, he wondered. Perhaps oneday he will find out. He had waited for over a millenum to leave Earth, and if he must, he would do the same here in Ruby City. The Shredder lowered his head and raised his bladed gauntlet, admiring its sharp edge. So many lives taken by these little blades. The vast majority of them did not matter and the Shredder had forgotten about.
His time will come again.