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Jun. 15th, 2006 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoA knife in the hand with the wavering taper of death ringing, dancing in my grip. Punching with the handle clenched into four digits, he bashed the wall to loosen his fist, then mummified the hand until the weapon became a claw.
"Evil," he sniggered before his wrinkled manager gave him a hard slap on the shoulder. The cigar smoke stimulated his nose, sweat droplets grew against his face at the heat of fifty thousand people and five hundred lights shouted down on him as he stepped into the drum-hard floor of the arena.
"Ladies and gentleman," The announcer boomed "The fight of your life faced before you! Who will survive this fight-"
A pause touched the air, only the buzzing of the hot lights swarmed the noise.
"-to the death!"
From the other side, his eyes pocketed a figure stooped over in scars. His hand was bandaged, and the other arm limped with a blade in it. There was not enough padding for there to have been a hand.
"Evil," he sniggered before his wrinkled manager gave him a hard slap on the shoulder. The cigar smoke stimulated his nose, sweat droplets grew against his face at the heat of fifty thousand people and five hundred lights shouted down on him as he stepped into the drum-hard floor of the arena.
"Ladies and gentleman," The announcer boomed "The fight of your life faced before you! Who will survive this fight-"
A pause touched the air, only the buzzing of the hot lights swarmed the noise.
"-to the death!"
From the other side, his eyes pocketed a figure stooped over in scars. His hand was bandaged, and the other arm limped with a blade in it. There was not enough padding for there to have been a hand.
