Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Feb 5, 2009 16:57:46 GMT -5
Aragato was well into his 4th hour of striking. He was a blur of speed, pummeling the odd device(it looked like a wooden hat rack. You'd know what I was talking about if you ever watched Rumble in the Bronx.) with elbow strikes and chops and the occasional closed-fist punch. His darkened room was entirely concrete, and the walls were sweating. He showed no signs of stopping, as the wooden hat-rack creaked and and whined at the blur and impact. Exhaling and taking a step back, Aragato composed himself, catching his breath. A moment later, he sent a fist into the air, deep in thought.
His air-punch had enough force behind it that the hat rack was slightly off kiltered by wind.
There is no weapon save the human body. The sword is but an extension of the arm, and should not be thought of as any more, or any less.
Jumping in the air, he landing a roundhouse kick to nothing, catching himself perfectly, standing on one leg as he did so.
Murder starts in the mind. Envy and bloodlust are deadlier then the sharpest of knives or the biggest of guns.
Rolling forward, he began landing a vicious, quick combo to the cement wall. His flattened knuckles did not split or crack, and his face showed no pain at the treatment of his body so.
Truly blessed is the soul of a killer. No greater harm can be done, then that which they've done to themselves. You are invulnerable. To all pain. And no one, not even Boolz, can push you off the ledge you've already jumped from. Make no mistake, sinner, your suicide continues. Rejoice!
And with that, Aragato stood and stepped into the world, prepared to take his adversary(and greatest friend this week) to the very limit, to show them they're very soul.
OOC: Blah, this one kind of sucked. Oh, and hey, just to specify, this rp was not televised, or anything. That internal monologue? Actually in his brain. Not spoken over a recording. So, yeah. Hopefully this wasn't past deadline.
REAL OOC: This was just a filler post. Nothing special about it, though I remember being more confident about the characters when I did this.
His air-punch had enough force behind it that the hat rack was slightly off kiltered by wind.
There is no weapon save the human body. The sword is but an extension of the arm, and should not be thought of as any more, or any less.
Jumping in the air, he landing a roundhouse kick to nothing, catching himself perfectly, standing on one leg as he did so.
Murder starts in the mind. Envy and bloodlust are deadlier then the sharpest of knives or the biggest of guns.
Rolling forward, he began landing a vicious, quick combo to the cement wall. His flattened knuckles did not split or crack, and his face showed no pain at the treatment of his body so.
Truly blessed is the soul of a killer. No greater harm can be done, then that which they've done to themselves. You are invulnerable. To all pain. And no one, not even Boolz, can push you off the ledge you've already jumped from. Make no mistake, sinner, your suicide continues. Rejoice!
And with that, Aragato stood and stepped into the world, prepared to take his adversary(and greatest friend this week) to the very limit, to show them they're very soul.
OOC: Blah, this one kind of sucked. Oh, and hey, just to specify, this rp was not televised, or anything. That internal monologue? Actually in his brain. Not spoken over a recording. So, yeah. Hopefully this wasn't past deadline.
REAL OOC: This was just a filler post. Nothing special about it, though I remember being more confident about the characters when I did this.
