Post by angelo on Oct 16, 2013 5:58:26 GMT -7
(First come first serves, can be a one on one, or a multiple battle, minds not to me!)
{Simplicity}
A home from home for Angelo. Foot falls echoed as the Confederate moved from the depths of the Arena into the sandy pits itself, pacing until he was smack dab in the center of everything, looking around. He was garbed in simple black attire, pants and shirt and combat boots, weapon wise a tan leather belt held a forty eight inch blade with a cutlass like hilt on the left side while on the right a large six shooter magnum (loaded with two bronze tipped rounds, two light blue rounds, and two completely silver round), a leather box sitting on the right side of the rear of Angelos 'weapon' belt, containing more bullets for later use should stuff come to that. For now, Angelo, in a feisty mood, waiting, hands flexing in and out of fists, mental energies turning and churning, coming together but taking their time like usual.
{Perceived Will: Activating.}
{Simplicity}
A home from home for Angelo. Foot falls echoed as the Confederate moved from the depths of the Arena into the sandy pits itself, pacing until he was smack dab in the center of everything, looking around. He was garbed in simple black attire, pants and shirt and combat boots, weapon wise a tan leather belt held a forty eight inch blade with a cutlass like hilt on the left side while on the right a large six shooter magnum (loaded with two bronze tipped rounds, two light blue rounds, and two completely silver round), a leather box sitting on the right side of the rear of Angelos 'weapon' belt, containing more bullets for later use should stuff come to that. For now, Angelo, in a feisty mood, waiting, hands flexing in and out of fists, mental energies turning and churning, coming together but taking their time like usual.
{Perceived Will: Activating.}
