Post by The Werekatie on Sept 16, 2007 4:22:04 GMT -5
The shadow enters the arena. Tall, dressed entirely in black, his face is covered. A gleaming silver sword sits in his hand, he looks imposing.
"Does any dare to challenge me?" says his voice, deep and frighting - the sort of voice that strikes fear into the minds of any.
"Well?"
And yet the arena is silent, and still he waits.
"Does any dare to challenge me?" says his voice, deep and frighting - the sort of voice that strikes fear into the minds of any.
"Well?"
And yet the arena is silent, and still he waits.