Ceres Uppsala: The Shield Maiden. (maidenofshields) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-16 09:23:00 |
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The crowd roared with each contestant entered the field and took up position for their series of shots. Ceres - much to her dismay - was no exception to this response. Her jaw tightened, her mouth in a firm line as the former KingsGuard’s walked with regulation strut onto the field. There was cheering, yelling, jeering. It was no different than any other group oriented event she’d ever run into. However, her years of public displays had been numbered since her discharge, and this really, was really her first return to formal competition outside of idiot pranks, and games played with the Rangers in the Outlands. Eyes narrowed scanning over the crowd. The yells of Dire could be heard cutting through the din from the stands, really that should be no surprise. Eyes narrowed further for a brief moment, as if she was trying to examine the stands, to spot a face she needed to find. “Tch.” Turning, her hair was flicked over one shoulder, gunblade rising - she hoped her shoulder would hold out for the duration of the event, she still was paying from it having been severed from her body those years before - her breath was held, eyes focusing on the target. Don’t slam down the hammer, don’t jam the trigger down, don’t let yourself get too over excited. With that, a beat as the signal was given to begin, the leather of her gloves squeaked as her arm steadied, and a finger slowly squeezed down on the trigger with breath still held. Boom. |