Who knows. Who cares? (abloodymess) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-07-04 00:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !tournament, damphyr, gambit |
Who: Gambit, Damphyr
When: Sat
Where: Dirt Arena
What: Damphyr vs. Gambit
Warnings:Language
Fuck. He felt like he was out of practice, since he hadn't been in last month's tournament, but apparently he wasn't totally out of practice considering he'd managed to come out of his first round with a win. Granted the chick's powers (something to do with freezing as far as he could figure out) weren't that stellar, he'd always been able to take rather cold temperatures pretty damned well, he'd always thought it could be because of his mutation.
It hadn't taken much to knock her out which had had him declared as the winner, and before he could fucking blink he'd been taken out of the asphalt arena and led over to the dirt one. He had to wonder who he would be facing this fight, someone he knew or not. It was a constant wonder in the back of his mind if Victor would pop up one of these times, and all he could do was hope to hell fate didn't hate him today.
He didn't look too worse for the wear yet, he was wearing a simple pair of spandex leggings as it was easiest for him to move around in these, and he was barefoot and had no shirt on, hair hanging wherever it wanted to, basically. He did have a few forming brioses across his rather apparent looking ribcage because that chick had gotten one good hit in that had sent him flying down onto the asphalt, but after that things hadn't went in her favor at all.
He entered the arena and focused his dark, murky eyes on the other end of the arena where his opponent would come from, he simply waiting, wondering who the hell it would be. Goddamn, this was the worst part of it, in his opinion.