|
Post by Situation on Jul 5, 2007 21:14:40 GMT -5
:As few make it from the larger cities of Figaro and Narshe seeking refuge enter the town there are readily robbed of relongings and attacked. Zozo, although a possible target for attacks, still remains hostile to outsiders and honest people:
|
|
|
Post by siefer on Aug 5, 2007 14:22:40 GMT -5
Seifer didn't have much, and he wasn't sure about alot of things. But he was positive no one would come in here and tak his things. Sword drawn, Seifer walks the city streets eyeballing the thugs, thiefs, goons, and various villains, without the least of cares. He readied himself to battle them all, he had already fought them all 100 times in his mind, and the result was the same; He always wo.... "He who do you think you are? Carrying around the sword like your cool!" Seifer stopped dead in his tracks, getting the chance he was waiting for. "...'Cuz if you think for one sec I'm gonna let you strut through here without a fight, you wrong! Dead wrong." "hmm." Seifer smirked and turned toward the large figure, now towering over him, just inches from his body. The large male rears back his fist, Seifer leaps back. The fist collides with the ground, creating a small crack in the dirt road. Seifer lands and charges at the fiend, sword to his side, scrapping the ground. As the sparks flew, he thought to himself;"This is not what I'm here for.." Seifer lifted his Hyperion upwards from the ground striking the large man across the nose! Blood bursted out of the broken and sliced nose. "OOOHHHAAA MMMYYY NOOOSSEEE!!" The blood from his head oozed out, and the heavy goons soon passesout there after. "Anyone else?" Seifer puts his sword home, back on his shoulder, and leaves the town. His training here was complete. It wasn't his home anymore...
|
|