VS (Open Challenge, Anything goes)

[angelo]

(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.}

[The Librarian]

IC: Why was Seth stepping into the arena with this guy? Well part of it was to see if he could coax out any more memories by relying on those instincts which occasionally guided his actions. Part of it was that he was a bit restless and needed to see what he could do at the moment. And part of it was he had a feeling he kind of owed this other many for apparently ripping his arm off a few years ago. He was in his usual attire, black under armour shirt, black BDU pants, and black combat boots. The only weapon he appeared to have on him was a large combat knife. Either he was decidedly unarmed for the moment, or he had other things up his sleeve. “So is this a friendly spar, or should I be worried about a spat of revenge causing me to lose an arm?”

OOC: Seth is much weaker than he used to be, and he doesn't have all of his toys anymore. Depending on how things go, he may unlock some old abilities, or he may not.

[angelo]

The Second Coming

"Depends on what you mean by friendly, mister Seth. Keep it to minor abilities and mostly melee and sword and gun play, or full out free for all until one of us is TKO'd...I dont think death is an option for neither of us, ya?" He'd nod, pacing as he saw Seth step into the Arena then stopping, turning to face him. His left hand nudged the bottom of his sabres cutlass like hand guard while his right clipped the button to his six shooters holster off. "And no, no revenge, you did heal me after all and didnt kill me after so I was thankful honestly." Simple enough but for now he waited for terms of endearment before outright striking. Mental energies having churned and formed together enough to spout the first of hopefully many 'chambers' to come.

{Perceived Will: 1, Base Format}

(Anyone else wants to still join, feel free, if not, 1vs1 for now!)