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�The God of Death�
A released roar of excitement, rumbling like an earthquake and cracking like lightning. A large crowd applauses to what they see, their undefeated �champion�. The most dangerous, the most dysfunctional human-being known to breathe the air of Durellia. Echo�s of cheer scatter throughout the Coliseum, a max capacity of this bloodthirsty crowd, awaiting the corruption of this unstoppable monstrosity.
Amongst the people, Vain and Vatar blend in�wearing cloaks to conceal their identities.
- Vatar -
� This human is very powerful, you�re excellency. �
Vain silently watches Roland as he desecrates 12 slaves, whom are all discarded of weapons, chained in pairs of two by shackles that bind at their ankles. A few trying to run away, those that fight�die first. Human�s perishing due to his �playtime�.
With haste, Roland chases the one�s who ran away and brutally pummels them to death in the most brutal manner imaginable. Mauling them, into pieces as the prospectors cheer him on, in approval. Vatar watches with slight intent, curious more than impressed.
A smirk draws across the face of Vain as he studies the brutality of the hate fueled intentions of Roland - the Gladiator. Blood sprays with chunks of human-meat, all over the already blood stained walls known to be Roland�s �playground�.
Six more gates open after Roland has already�finished off a dozen slaves, left without a scratch to prove it, blood in the sand at Roland�s feet. The horrendous nightmare known as Roland draws a sadistic half grin to his lips before laughing out of happiness.
- Vain -
� Where did this human come from? His power is exceptional. �
- Vatar -
� I do not know, you�re excellency. However, Roland is undefeated and unmatched. �
- Vain -
� We�ll see about that. �
Before Vatar has the chance to register what Vain had just told him, Vain appears down in the sand-pit, standing about twenty feet away from Roland. Facing the man that�s two times bigger than him by body-mass-capacity. Grinning at him.
. o O ( What are you doing, Vain? ) O o .
Roland hears a sudden shift in the crowd�s ovation, then he turns his head to snap a glare back at Vain whom stands there motionless, staring at him with an impressed expression cascading from the grin on his face. He claps his hands and Roland turns his body entirely around to face Vain, he looks out at the crowd and they all give a �thumbs up�, which means they want Roland to bring death to his new challenger.
- Vain -
� Lay down you�re weapons�and join me. �
Roland growls with a snarl on his face, then he charges Vain. The crowd explodes as Roland readies a heavy swing with his already equipped spiked malice. With great velocity, he drags the four hundred pound solid steel spiked end of the malice along behind himself as he gets up to full speed, running at Vain.
�Vain lowers his head, closes his eyes and starts enchanting something in mumbles�
Roland releases a laugh of insanity as he leaps into the air, bringing the malice up over his head�he comes down toward Vain, swinging the spiked end of his malice down at the top of Vain�s head, like a hammer aiming to hit the nail on the head. Roland bares his teeth. The man is already covered in spilt blood, but appears to be relentless for the need of more to be shed.
�Vain grasps the sheath of his Masamune, and the hilt of his sword at the same time�
. o O ( Damn�don�t kill him, You�re Excellency. We need him. ) O o .
Keeping his eyes up on Roland as the nullification of gravity becomes less intense, Vain unsheathes his Masamune, looking up at Roland�s massive body at it shades his eyes from the sun. Leaping to the side and toward Roland, the Masamune tares open the stomach of this monster with a powerful horizontal slice attack from his sword.
Surprising the people, they�re mouths gape in awe...as they witness a line of blood slowly forming on the exposed stomach of Roland, the legendary gladiator. Like, never before. They watch as Roland sheds blood.
The crowd grows silent as Roland�s feet come back down to the earth, followed by a few rebounding steps to regain balance. Looking down, at the blood that�s been cut into his skin. Stunned, almost confused, Roland pauses for a minute then expresses a look of excitement. His new challenger is that of a worthy battle. Thus, making him smile.
Vain�s feet plant to the sand as he smirks down at the blood, the gravity spell growing weary since he couldn�t focus much magic into it, without the proper time to enforce it due to the lack of time concerning this situation. Vain licks away the blood of Roland that brings warmth hence again, to his cold sword.
. o O ( Behind You�You�re Excellency!!! ) O o .
Underestimating Roland�s speed for such a massive man, Roland turns and puts all of his weight into a homerun swing, aiming for Vain. Not trying to target anything in general, but catching Vain off guard...just enough to get impaled by the spikes on the heavy steel malice. Getting launched as the chain retracts from the haft's handle.
Vain goes propelling into the coliseum wall, cracking the stone with the force Roland put into that attack. With three of the spikes embedded deep within� his lower back...Vain cringes in pain as Roland grabs the chain and reels him inward, away from the wall and to where he can get a hold of him.
The crowd REVOLTS into cheer, Vatar is the only bystander that isn�t cheering as he urgently watches with utter interest. Wondering why Vain just�took�that devastating blow by Roland.
. o O ( Perhaps�he wanted to test this man�s power? ) O o .
Dragging Vain along the sand, Vain digs his fingers into the sand to stop his body from getting any closer to Roland. The nearly eight foot monster ends up pulling the spikes right out of his back, only to remove the cloak from concealing his identity. The crowd, unaware of whom Vain is�continues cheering as Vain does a push up, standing right back up. Cracking his neck, truly impressed. But, now...a little more aware of Roland.
Roland reconstructs a different battle plan, after physically watching Vain�s wounds rapidly heal before his eyes. Vain turns a some-what pissed off glare toward Roland before he takes off in a dash toward the monstrosity of a man again, yelling like he was possessed by �Hades� herself.
Vain�s speed is too great, too remarkable for the belief of Roland. Vain does circles around him. Roland tries to follow him, but all he can see is the after-traces of Vain's quick and sudden movements.
. o O ( You�re excellency. That�s the first time I�ve ever seen you bleed. ) O o .
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