originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
[b][i]A cold, chilly wind bristled through the arena as she entered, an angered look on her face. Ailanna approached, her pale skin and bright red eyes glowing in the sunlight. Her thick black armor made her slow, but her skill in close combat, strength, and durability helped her still. On her back was a massive slug shotgun, and at her waist, a submachine gun with a drum cartridge.
In her right hand was a massive, glowing sword, 6'5 feet long. Ailanna stood at 6'1 herself, but she waved the blade around easily. Staring at her opponents, she grinned evilly.[/i][/b] "Who's ready to die first?" [b][i]She said with a calm, almost delighted tone.[/i][/b]
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[u]Aldur raises his eyebrows as she approaches. He waves his hand, making a wide gesture towards the line of opponents with a giggle.[/u] "[i]Well, who do you want? We have a fine assortment of offers for your edginess.[/i]" [u]He starts to laugh upon saying this, wiping a tear from his eye.[/u]
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"Good enough." [b][i]She smiles a little more, for being edgy was her thing, damnit. That was why she was created, after all.[/i][/b] "...Well?"
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[u]Aldur chuckles, the motions too the line of warriors again.[/u] "[i]Choose one, choose em' all! You can choose anybody here![/i]
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"...Sueth..."
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[u]Aldur raises his eyebrows, not entirely sure if they're serious.[/u] "[i]Do... Do you really want him? His bio was deleted a month ago and he's set for termination... Something about being too edgy and boring as hell.[/i]"
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[b][i]Ali's face showed rage.[/i][/b] "Fine. Evil Po. Demon Po. Whatever the hell his name is."
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[u]Aldur sighs before motioning towards Po. A large beast lumbers out, but you know what he looks like and I'm to tired to describe it. He drags his hand along the ground, his fingers leaving long, black trails in the grass.[/u] A: "[i]Why does everybody choose the edgy people?[/i]" P:"[i]Because Balthazar's to much of a goody two shoes and everybody else is boring.[/i]" [u]Aldur chuckles at the concept, entertained for the most part.[/u]
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"Damn right he is." [b][i]Ailanna holds out her massive greatsword with her right hand, the blade gleaming brightly. With her left, she grabs her submachine gun, grinning madly.[/i][/b]
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[u]Po cackles deeply as he creates a torrent of tendrils behind him, their tips bladed and dripping with a noxious acid. He begins to seemingly charge a ball of mist, ignoring her completely.[/u]