Logan
11-23-07, 12:07 PM
I feel so out of practice and I figured this would be a good way to ease myself back into Althanas. I don't care who takes this battle, heck, I'd be amused if it was someone who I knew, but I'll settle for anything right now. This will not be my best work, nor will it be anything close to it. Don't expect a high caliber performance here, this is just a chance to remove the rust, really.
Oh, and whomever does take this, I am letting you choose the arena. Enjoy =)
Splash, splash, splash. The echoing sound of Logan's pursuer splashing through the sewer was deafening in his mind. Nevertheless, Logan pushed forward through the pain and exhaustion. He had to if he wanted to survive. Splash, splash, splash. The harder Logan ran, the closer the sound became. Every paced step was echoed by his pursuer. How was it possible? He'd been running for hours and he felt it in every part of his extremities and deep in the depths of his lungs. Yet, somehow, he kept pushing forward, and so did his pursuer. The very scene was an ironic twist of fate for Logan. If only he'd turned his back when the whole event took place he wouldn't be in this predicament. Truly his devotion to his friends had brought this fate upon him.
Logan's eyes darted ahead trying to find any method of escape, and at last he found it. He slowed his run and slid to a stop before darting directly into a small crevace in the side of the wall. With all his might he slid into the tiny gap and slowed his breath to almost non-existance. Focusing intently on his breath, he managed to control himself to the point of nearly being comatose. It was remarkable, had anyone else been there to see it. Splash, splash, SPLASH, SPLASH. The sound grew, but Logan was already too focused to notice. His pursuer grew closer and closer and then once he'd passed by further and further. Splash, splash, splash. His focus dwindled as the sound of splashing footsteps grew fainter until it was a mere distant memory.
The veteran of wars and battles quietly removed himself from his temporary hiding place. He silently thanked the Lord that he'd managed to escape his predicament, as death had it's firm grip upon him. Reaching down he felt over the hilts of his blades as breathed a deep sigh of relief. After a few seconds of gathering himself he headed back down the way he came, and before long came across an exit to the place above. Pushing his way up through the hole, Logan found himself squarely in the center of the Citadel -- a place he frequented much in his days.
A few monks gave Logan quite the stare, but he shrugged them off with a quick apology and a smirk. They laughed and pointed at a hallway down the way. He followed the hallway until he came upon a rather indescript door. Entering, Logan could never imagine what would await him on the other side...or who for that matter.
Oh, and whomever does take this, I am letting you choose the arena. Enjoy =)
Splash, splash, splash. The echoing sound of Logan's pursuer splashing through the sewer was deafening in his mind. Nevertheless, Logan pushed forward through the pain and exhaustion. He had to if he wanted to survive. Splash, splash, splash. The harder Logan ran, the closer the sound became. Every paced step was echoed by his pursuer. How was it possible? He'd been running for hours and he felt it in every part of his extremities and deep in the depths of his lungs. Yet, somehow, he kept pushing forward, and so did his pursuer. The very scene was an ironic twist of fate for Logan. If only he'd turned his back when the whole event took place he wouldn't be in this predicament. Truly his devotion to his friends had brought this fate upon him.
Logan's eyes darted ahead trying to find any method of escape, and at last he found it. He slowed his run and slid to a stop before darting directly into a small crevace in the side of the wall. With all his might he slid into the tiny gap and slowed his breath to almost non-existance. Focusing intently on his breath, he managed to control himself to the point of nearly being comatose. It was remarkable, had anyone else been there to see it. Splash, splash, SPLASH, SPLASH. The sound grew, but Logan was already too focused to notice. His pursuer grew closer and closer and then once he'd passed by further and further. Splash, splash, splash. His focus dwindled as the sound of splashing footsteps grew fainter until it was a mere distant memory.
The veteran of wars and battles quietly removed himself from his temporary hiding place. He silently thanked the Lord that he'd managed to escape his predicament, as death had it's firm grip upon him. Reaching down he felt over the hilts of his blades as breathed a deep sigh of relief. After a few seconds of gathering himself he headed back down the way he came, and before long came across an exit to the place above. Pushing his way up through the hole, Logan found himself squarely in the center of the Citadel -- a place he frequented much in his days.
A few monks gave Logan quite the stare, but he shrugged them off with a quick apology and a smirk. They laughed and pointed at a hallway down the way. He followed the hallway until he came upon a rather indescript door. Entering, Logan could never imagine what would await him on the other side...or who for that matter.