Log: Complete
When; October 10th, Evening
Rating; PG-13 for violence
Characters; Nagarov (beast_unbound) vs. Roxas (obliviomancy)
Summary; Roxas and his magical Keyblade face off against Nagarov and his alien nature. Science and supernatural power collide in the new Stadium.
Log; ( )
Roxas didn't look like the fighter he had expected, although he had seen the boy's network posts. From his ruffled spiky hair to his youthful but intense eyes, he couldn't have been older than eighteen. Sixteen, Nagarov guessed. And he held that impractical weapon in his hands, a large-handled pole with a ridge on its end, all of it shaped somewhat like a giant Earth key. None of it terribly sharp-looking, all of it hard metal.
Points in his favor. Metal was far easier for him to deal with. He stood a fair distance from the cloaked boy, flushing color into his red-gloved hands as the mock fabric rippled, merged in with his arms, and lengthened into thick claws at the ends of his fingers.
The fight with Claudine had started similarly, but he wouldn't underestimate Roxas as he had the fairy woman. He had become so flawed here, so human. He had to remember that competition was natural, even inescapable, and that he would have to fight his way to the top once more.
No matter. He looked forward to seeing what this boy's mind had to offer.
Rating; PG-13 for violence
Characters; Nagarov (beast_unbound) vs. Roxas (obliviomancy)
Summary; Roxas and his magical Keyblade face off against Nagarov and his alien nature. Science and supernatural power collide in the new Stadium.
Log; ( )
Roxas didn't look like the fighter he had expected, although he had seen the boy's network posts. From his ruffled spiky hair to his youthful but intense eyes, he couldn't have been older than eighteen. Sixteen, Nagarov guessed. And he held that impractical weapon in his hands, a large-handled pole with a ridge on its end, all of it shaped somewhat like a giant Earth key. None of it terribly sharp-looking, all of it hard metal.
Points in his favor. Metal was far easier for him to deal with. He stood a fair distance from the cloaked boy, flushing color into his red-gloved hands as the mock fabric rippled, merged in with his arms, and lengthened into thick claws at the ends of his fingers.
The fight with Claudine had started similarly, but he wouldn't underestimate Roxas as he had the fairy woman. He had become so flawed here, so human. He had to remember that competition was natural, even inescapable, and that he would have to fight his way to the top once more.
No matter. He looked forward to seeing what this boy's mind had to offer.