Bring Forth a Challenge [Open]
Sept 2, 2014 23:16:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2014 23:16:54 GMT -5
"What are these creatures?" Arosin addressed Hercules, himself to his right, with curious anticipation despite the exhausted sternness in his voice and reluctance to portray any emotion from facial expression save for an nonchalant feature. This angelic, masculine humanoid maintained his elegant posture, himself directed toward the several creatures of thick black goo that manages to retain a physical form. Each of these creatures were chained, though quite small. Hercules and Arosin reside in Olympus though instead of observing a tournament, Arosin requested that today be canceled for a training event. His sword is currently sheathed against his backside.
"Sora referred to them being as Heartless, though I usually notice them around Underworld if Hades is causing enough trouble." Hercules inhaled deeply, his barrel chest rising lightly as his left hand rolled a medallion amongst his knuckles. The angel presented absolute carelessness toward Hercule's usual oddities, for he kept himself prepared for the training only moments ahead. The Heartless continuously attempted to rid themselves of the blasted collars connected to chains that held them secure.
"Release them!" Hercules ordered, himself stepping toward the side lines though refusing to enter the bleacher. The chains vaporized within seconds, beginning from the foundation that held them securely toward the collars that followed suit. They waddled toward the arena foolishly, themselves prioritized onto Arosin.
"Bring yourself to me, foul abominations!" Arosin valiantly roared, himself unsheathing his blade. With wings extended, and blade held toward the sky as if attempting to penetrate it, Arosin inhaled smoothly before instantly dashing toward a Heartless to upper-cut it with ease. It was brought upward, struck by the chin, and was commissioned to depart from the world as its heart flew into the sky. He continued this initiation through dashing toward the Heartless one by one, committing clean strokes that destroyed each one. Arosin held a stance required to exhaust a swing's momentum, before reclining himself into an eased state and sheathing his weapon.
"A real challenge, Hercules?" Arosin and Hercules chuckled lightly.
"Sora referred to them being as Heartless, though I usually notice them around Underworld if Hades is causing enough trouble." Hercules inhaled deeply, his barrel chest rising lightly as his left hand rolled a medallion amongst his knuckles. The angel presented absolute carelessness toward Hercule's usual oddities, for he kept himself prepared for the training only moments ahead. The Heartless continuously attempted to rid themselves of the blasted collars connected to chains that held them secure.
"Release them!" Hercules ordered, himself stepping toward the side lines though refusing to enter the bleacher. The chains vaporized within seconds, beginning from the foundation that held them securely toward the collars that followed suit. They waddled toward the arena foolishly, themselves prioritized onto Arosin.
"Bring yourself to me, foul abominations!" Arosin valiantly roared, himself unsheathing his blade. With wings extended, and blade held toward the sky as if attempting to penetrate it, Arosin inhaled smoothly before instantly dashing toward a Heartless to upper-cut it with ease. It was brought upward, struck by the chin, and was commissioned to depart from the world as its heart flew into the sky. He continued this initiation through dashing toward the Heartless one by one, committing clean strokes that destroyed each one. Arosin held a stance required to exhaust a swing's momentum, before reclining himself into an eased state and sheathing his weapon.
"A real challenge, Hercules?" Arosin and Hercules chuckled lightly.