Round 2 Newcomer: black shadow Vs The Scarecrow

[Silence Sei]

Fight starts tonight at 12:01 Central Standard time! Will the archer's arrows penetrate the heart of straw? Begin!

[The Scarecrow]

The amphitheater wanted blood and it would have blood. It was an inevitability every single time two gladiators stepped in the arena. It had occurred in the past and it would, undoubtedly, occur in the present. The specters wailed from the stands as the air began to grow colder by the second. It was thin at first, the mist that started to roll in the arena and that practically froze the fire from the torches along with the enormous braziers sitting atop the eight stone pillars dotting the battlegrounds.

They hovered from their perch and poured freely into the circular gladiatorial grounds, surrounding the man formerly known as Adamusk Pollineaux. In this specific universe, he would not survive.

Each and every single ghost began tearing his skin apart, ripping through flesh with relative ease as though as their hands and fangs were crafted out of the finest ores the world had to offer. Adamusk struggled but it was useless, as his arms passed through the ghosts. They could touch him, they could bind him down in place, but he could not do a single thing to retaliate. The specters feasted on his body until not even a bone was left in place and a large pool of blood stained the sand crimson. The crowd had stopped chanting; they had stopped shouting and wailing as tears streamed freely down their hollow eyes and along bony cheeks.

They stared at Varell intently, who merely stood right where he was. The Hand of Avadon managed to swallow through the abysmal sensation afflicting his throat and the pit of his stomach, knowing full well that the spirits could have fed on him. But even after their thirst had been temporarily sated, they demanded more. With low, brief moans, they returned to the stands and aimed to lure yet another individual to the deadly battlegrounds.

“Will there be no end to these spirits’ torment…?” Varell whispered to himself as he took a few steps forward, gazing intently at the blood left upon the sand.

What a terrible fate.

[black shadow]

The sight was one that Black Shadow wished not to see. He had watched the man be torn to shreds just a moment ago, and that fate soon awaited one other soul. As the ghosts returned to where they had once been, Black Shadow's life had always been of kill, or be killed, but this, this was more than he could take in.

How could they be so ruthless? I've watched murder, but this, this is just madness. He thought to himself, pulling out his bow and walking into the open.

The cool air brushed against Black Shadow's cloth suit. Chills rushed up his back from the lack of warm cloths, and the air soon grew to be thick. Gasping for breath, Black Shadow fell to one knee.

This is almost too thick. But I musn't give in. This tournament is one that is very important, I musn't give in now. He thought to himself as he tried to stand up.

He pulled out his bow and looked at his opponent, The mist turning to a thick smog. Vision was obscured, and Black Shadow just knew one thing... He would be forced to fight up close if it grew worse.

[Max Dirks]

black shadow advances to Round 3!

The Scarecrow is still alive in Round 2 of the Redemption Bracket!