Shell
01-21-07, 06:45 PM
You wanted a windy battlefield, right?
Shell was wandering around the Citadel when she overheard a conversation. She didn't mean to overhear it, but the fact remained that she did.
"...It's just too dangerous. I'm sorry, but we have to close that battlefield to the public. Ever since the last fight in there, the winds have been going at such speeds that anyone who enters must be either incredibly strong or incredibly insane. I would try to fix it myself, but I don't have a death wish."
"True, but why deny people the challenge?"
"None of our healers would be able to drag a body out of there. If you lose a battle in there, you may as well kiss your life goodbye."
Shell had heard enough of the conversation to make her decision. She was tired of fighting battles and not being able to finish her opponents here.
"What room!!!!" Shell demanded to know.
"19, why?" One of the men said.
"Tell the next person who comes in here that they have a challenger waiting in room 19."
"Sorry, but in case you didn't hear, it is closed to the public."
Shell slashed the man's head clean off and turned to the other man.
"So, you willing to cooperate, or do I have to kill you too?"
"Y-yes Ma'am. A-Anything you say."
Shell wasn't satisfied with his answer, though.
"You have 3 minutes to find me an opponent before I come after you, so don't even THINK about skipping town."
"Y-y-yes M-ma'am"
Shell headed into room 19 and waited inside for her opponent to show up. The wind was just as bad as they described, it almost felt as if it were peeling the skin right off her face, but she just smiled. She lived for pain. There wasn't much in the room. In fact, it looked like five thousand tornados had all torn through the place at once, leaving nothing but dead bodies on the ground. Because of this, though, Shell felt right at home.
As far as she was concerned, this battle would end in less than three minutes. It was easy meat.
Shell was wandering around the Citadel when she overheard a conversation. She didn't mean to overhear it, but the fact remained that she did.
"...It's just too dangerous. I'm sorry, but we have to close that battlefield to the public. Ever since the last fight in there, the winds have been going at such speeds that anyone who enters must be either incredibly strong or incredibly insane. I would try to fix it myself, but I don't have a death wish."
"True, but why deny people the challenge?"
"None of our healers would be able to drag a body out of there. If you lose a battle in there, you may as well kiss your life goodbye."
Shell had heard enough of the conversation to make her decision. She was tired of fighting battles and not being able to finish her opponents here.
"What room!!!!" Shell demanded to know.
"19, why?" One of the men said.
"Tell the next person who comes in here that they have a challenger waiting in room 19."
"Sorry, but in case you didn't hear, it is closed to the public."
Shell slashed the man's head clean off and turned to the other man.
"So, you willing to cooperate, or do I have to kill you too?"
"Y-yes Ma'am. A-Anything you say."
Shell wasn't satisfied with his answer, though.
"You have 3 minutes to find me an opponent before I come after you, so don't even THINK about skipping town."
"Y-y-yes M-ma'am"
Shell headed into room 19 and waited inside for her opponent to show up. The wind was just as bad as they described, it almost felt as if it were peeling the skin right off her face, but she just smiled. She lived for pain. There wasn't much in the room. In fact, it looked like five thousand tornados had all torn through the place at once, leaving nothing but dead bodies on the ground. Because of this, though, Shell felt right at home.
As far as she was concerned, this battle would end in less than three minutes. It was easy meat.