The Fight of the Century, Xalus V.S, Colap Ticon!

[RC 212]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-64CaD8GXw

Location: Fight Club son!

Time: 0000 hours.

"Welcome one welcome all!"

The crowd roared in great tides of cheer as the warehouse was packed full tonight. Tonight was a special night! Two of the toughest Ravens were set to vs eachother but it was no ordinary match. Tonight they would fight as gladiators of old, with sword and shield. Well electro sword.

"Ladies and ganetlemen we have a super special fight for you tonight!"

The crowd roared once more. Colap spit into his palms and rubbed them into the sandy floor as he awaited his turn to enter the warehouse ring.

"Two powerful fighters in a unique match-up with never before seen weapons and rules! Place your bets now!"

Colap stood up and slammed his whole flask of whiskey, throwing it to the corner and wiping his mouth. A gloved hand brought his cigar to his mouth. the opposite hand flicked open his metallic lighter and he put flame to tobacco.

His eyes narrowed.

The lighter flipped shut.

"Lets do this!" He said to no one in particular, gravely voice ringing in the empty hallway.
Arms, "Colap Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicooooooooooooooooooon!"

Colap emerged from his hallway holding his arms high. Sweat dripped form his body. He was clad in tan loose pants and nothing else. The smoke from the cigar puffed away from his head and he brushed bis bangs aside, eyes fierce with fire!

"AAAAANNND in the other corner wieghing roughly 320 pounds XALUS!!!!!!!!!!"

The crowd roared again as Xalus was about to enter.

[member="Xalus"]

 

[Xalus]

This Gen'Dai wanted no special entrance nor did he even want anyone to clap for him. He loathed these fleshy and ignorant beings around him. Their curses, their spittle flying, their money-waving, everything about them was to be despised by the only true being worthy of the title "God" in this galaxy. Simply put, Xalus would prefer it if they got down on their knees and prayed to their oh-so exalted one.

Adorned in his typical beskar'gam, which was needed for him to even be considered humanoid, he carried very little in equipment. Besides the electrosword and scabbard fastened to his utility belt and a similarly colored shield upon his left forearm, the only other things he wore were a pair of Crushgaunts. He didn't have any other gloves so they'd have to do.

Xalus made his way up the stairs with a not so gentle stride, spreading his arms out to behold the audience.

"There's no need to wonder where your God is," he said, "Because he's standing right here."

"And he's fresh out of mercy."​

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[member="Colap Ticon"]