theatriclizard (theatriclizard) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-06-24 14:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | anole, nox |
Who: Anole, OTA
Where: Outside near the Dirt Arena
When: Wednesday early evening
What: Anole is leaving a fight with a slightly new outlook on things
Victor walked slowly away from the Dirt Arena, a slight limp in his step, but something new sparkling in his eyes. His left hand was absently stroking a small chip in the heavy scaled armor on his right arm, a hint of a smile on his lips. He had been tossed into a fight last minute, which had thrown him for a bit of a loop, but it had worked out well. His opponent had been some kind of elemental who could control earth, which had resulted in large chunks of earth, dirt and rocks being thrown at him at a high speed. An especially large rock had been hurled in Vic's direction which normally would have resulted in his being squished flat against the arena wall.
In a panic, Anole had lifted that thickly scaled right arm and braced himself. While the impact had been hard enough to throw him backwards and mildly sprain his ankle, the rock had crumpled against the thick scales on his arm. That little fact had left the lizard man blinking in shock before a smile had quickly washed over his features. That enlarged arm had grown in months ago at this point, but it had been only just that moment that he began to fully comprehend what all that meant. He smirked and quickly hurried toward his opponent, using that large right fist to punch and break apart any other rocks thrown at him. It had only taken one right hook for Victor to send his opponent flying into the opposite wall and the match to end.
Vic wandered away from the arena, his ankle wrapped with compression and orders to ice it to keep any possible swelling down. He looked thoughtfully at his right hand, flexing each finger with a thoughtful grin. Seemed super strength had its advantages. He had been told he was supposed to participate in this month's tournament, if he did well enough he just might earn enough to buy himself a large stack of new video games. Softly scaled fingers again stroked up the thick armored scales and spikes of his arm as he glanced around the open area. Mason was still at work and he had no where in particular to go, so he simply scanned the warm, tropical island as he tried to decide where to wander to kill some time.