the moment to fight, to fight, to fight...
WHO: wickedcultured & duelking | Closed
LOCATION: Olympus Coliseum
TIME: Backdated to... idk. Sometime before Zell got turned into minced meat.
WHAT: MORTAL KOMBAAAAAT! ...I mean. Moar fighting, yes. They both decided to participate in a mini-tournament.
RATING: PG-13 at the most? For violence and possibly language.
To be perfectly honest, Zell almost wished he'd been assigned to work at Olympus Coliseum to work-- but then he knew he'd probably have spent more time participating in tournaments like these instead of actually protecting the world from Heartless like he was supposed to. It was distracting enough working at the Land of Dragons, where everyone practiced martial arts.
Nevertheless, he was pretty pumped to be here. He'd made it to the finals of this mini-tournament, although really... his opponents had all just been a bunch of pushovers up 'til this point. He just hoped his fellow finalist was as good of a fighter as he looked! Their names were soon called once the arena was ready and Zell headed out onto the stone square that served as the main fighting grounds. Once he was out on the arena, he began stretching and loosening up, ending with him bouncing on the balls of his feet with his fists pulled up before him.
Aw, yeah. He was ready for a good fight!
LOCATION: Olympus Coliseum
TIME: Backdated to... idk. Sometime before Zell got turned into minced meat.
WHAT: MORTAL KOMBAAAAAT! ...I mean. Moar fighting, yes. They both decided to participate in a mini-tournament.
RATING: PG-13 at the most? For violence and possibly language.
To be perfectly honest, Zell almost wished he'd been assigned to work at Olympus Coliseum to work-- but then he knew he'd probably have spent more time participating in tournaments like these instead of actually protecting the world from Heartless like he was supposed to. It was distracting enough working at the Land of Dragons, where everyone practiced martial arts.
Nevertheless, he was pretty pumped to be here. He'd made it to the finals of this mini-tournament, although really... his opponents had all just been a bunch of pushovers up 'til this point. He just hoped his fellow finalist was as good of a fighter as he looked! Their names were soon called once the arena was ready and Zell headed out onto the stone square that served as the main fighting grounds. Once he was out on the arena, he began stretching and loosening up, ending with him bouncing on the balls of his feet with his fists pulled up before him.
Aw, yeah. He was ready for a good fight!