Cari flinched and turned around, looking at Vix helplessly.
I-I'll disable her temporarily so s-she can't fight anymore
today. Upon arriving in the arena, she looked at her wrists
sadly.
Locus looked around. So far, he hadn't seen anyone. He remembered
the van and shuddered. Suddenly, he realized that he could make out
voices nearby, hear snatches of the conversation that was going on.
"What's this I hear about a fight?" he asked, rubbing the back of
his head. He'd raised his voice a little, as it seemed that the
people were nearby and he wanted to be heard.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Cari opened her eyes in time to see Vix slash at her chest. She
bent over backward, tucking her head in and rolling to the left,
standing up and holding one hand out. A small amount of power
flowed from her hand, aiming strait for Vix. Its just a
nightmare spell.. She noticed there was another presence in the
room behind the glass. Oh, a new person.
"Right. What's the reasoning behind the fight?" Locus asked. "And
who are you guys?" he looked around. He didn't recognize any faces.
He was surrounded by strangers. That disturbed him slightly. He had
never been good at making new friends.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"I honestly can't be sure. This man--" she pointed to Gray. "--just
really likes to see people hurt. ..And the other thing... Well,
ahm, just a bunch of strangers grouped up, I suppose."
"I just learn to make people to submit to me." Gray replies.
Vix growls slightly, and leaps for Cari again, but mid-step, she
stumbles. She doesn't fall, but she shudders slightly, as if seeing
something horrifying.
Locus looked at Grey. So he liked seeing people hurt, huh? That was
just sick. He turned back to the fight, watching it. "Y'know,
there's one of you and plenty of us." Locus said suddenly. He was
only making a point, though. One thing was for sure. He wasn't
going to 'submit' to this guy. He crossed his arms.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.