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1Sanguis.Diffluit || 1.1 Empty Sanguis.Diffluit || 1.1 Thu Apr 23, 2015 1:41 pm

Marchosias

Marchosias

''No.. NO! PLEASE!---''

The sound of a human body being penetrated by a sharper object was heard and interpretated louder than it actually were because of the complete silence.

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A warrior clad in steel armor had won a fight-to-the-death with a contender who was not yet ready to do so. For some reason, he however dared to challenge the victor and ended up getting one through the heart.

His name was Persules, a gladiator that fought to earn a living. More like a assassin for pleasure, you'd say.

Ofcourse, Marchosias wasn't a holy angel himself. He was as bloody as can be but he had his reasons. He however, was prepared to die. It was raining, and the sound of rain hitting the ground momentarily made his footsteps make zero to a little noise, so that no one heard the man coming.

Or was he a man?

A pure monster, disguised as a human.

2Sanguis.Diffluit || 1.1 Empty Re: Sanguis.Diffluit || 1.1 Thu Apr 23, 2015 1:57 pm

Marchosias

Marchosias

''Aaaaaaaaaand the winner is...
the undefeated and undisputed champion: Persules!''


Persules raised his arm that held the bloody sword while a crowd started cheering. The rain caused the blood on the blade to drip off the edges at a minimal rate.

''He is the winner of 10000 beli!
Is there someone who wants to snatch this prize from him by defeating him?!''


The naginata that was filled with Marchosias's own blood that caused it to be used without physical contact, the Courchose, flew towards the commentator only to stop right infront of him.

''Eeeh!-- I guess.. this is a new contender?!''

Marchosias walked towards the small ring made of wood, with Duke walking right beside him. The ex-marine and ex-cipher pol agent known for his powerful kicks. Courchose flew back towards Marchosias into his hand.

''So.. this is our new competitor!
What is your name, boy?!''


A dark voice emitted:

''He is no boy. You adress him as Lord Red Eyes.''

It was Duke that spoke for him, who with lightning speed vanished from commoner's sight, appearing right next to the commentator.

3Sanguis.Diffluit || 1.1 Empty Re: Sanguis.Diffluit || 1.1 Fri Apr 24, 2015 12:37 pm

Marchosias

Marchosias

That moment, Marchosias dropped his naginata so that it would stick right in the ground aimed upwards.

He wore a hood that covered his face, but because of his blood logia devil fruit his eyes were glowing red. He had a smirk on his face, which was also visible to those who would take a look at him.

Persules threw the blood off the blade with a swing in the air and pointed it at Marchosias, before taking a combat stance and a two-handed grip.

Marchosias entered the ring and someone else, a guardsman Marchosias thought since he was wearing armor and had a sheathed weapon, closed the entrance so none of the contenders would be able to leave the homemade arena.

Persules ran towards Marchosias with his blade ready to slice Marchosias' head in two, but the smirk was still standing as if Marchosias had a plan..

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