Post by Kalrad (THE MUFFIN!!!) on Oct 25, 2008 16:48:28 GMT -5
(Note: Continuing the tourney. 
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Grondorvan's short red hair swayed lightly in an unfelt wind as light dust began to cover his somewhat neat red dress suit. He looked over the group with a malicious grin, though he didn't think that a lanky man that was just over five-eight was that intimidating.
"Who's next?" He asked with a slight tone of dark humor. His smile dropped slightly when Wario stepped forward.
"I'll take on the next guy." Wario boasted as he, with minor difficulty, climbed into the ring, almost landing on his face before he caught his balance. Grondorvan laughed as the short fat man waddled his way to the center of the ring.
"Alright, then we shall have an interesting battle." Grondorvan pressed a few buttons on the eastern wall and a light appeared in the middle of the ring. A female, looking to be semi-muscular, relatively thin, a little under six feet tall and a short sword at her side appeared. She was donned in a blue sleeveless shirt and black jeans that were rather formfitting, yet seemingly flexible.
"Hello... who the hell are you?" She said, glaring down at Wario.
"My name is Wario, and yours is?" Wario returned her glare and dug through his pockets.
"The name is Fortia..." She turned around and looked at Grondorvan. "What is the meaning of this, my lord?"
"Fortia, I didn't expect you to pop through this portal." Grondorvan's words were saturated with sarcasm and heavy with deceit. "I am having a little tournament here, and he is meant to be whoever jumps through that portal's enemy." Fortia turned around to see Wario holding what looked like a clove of garlic.
"What are you going to do, stink me to death?" Fortia called, laughing harshly.
"Oh no, missy, I am going to eat this." Wario informed before scoffing it down. The minute he swallowed, he grew to just above six feet and his fat seemed to have changed into muscle, leaving his to me somewhat slim and healthily muscular, but his face was basically the same, but more chiseled, which made his ugly and handsome in the same sight. Fortia looked at him a little taken aback and seemed both intrigued and bothered by some more confusing feelings as well.
"Whoa... you... changed..." She said blushing slightly and now looking up at him.
"Not really, I just ate some garlic." He said, laughing at her response. Fortia looked at Grondorvan again and gave him a "please not now" look.
"Fine, fine, I shall have you fight someone else." He said before pressing more buttons. "Step out of the ring and over here for now." Fortia did so, and as soon as she left another portal opened. In the place where the portal was, stood a figure that was pushing seven feet tall, highly muscular and had lower back length black hair that shined almost blue in the ring lights.
"Lourg, reporting for duty." Lourg's black shirt and pants were somewhat baggy and swayed lightly every time he moved. Wario looked at him and did his best not to gulp. He knew for a fact... if he goofed around.... he was dead....
)Grondorvan's short red hair swayed lightly in an unfelt wind as light dust began to cover his somewhat neat red dress suit. He looked over the group with a malicious grin, though he didn't think that a lanky man that was just over five-eight was that intimidating.
"Who's next?" He asked with a slight tone of dark humor. His smile dropped slightly when Wario stepped forward.
"I'll take on the next guy." Wario boasted as he, with minor difficulty, climbed into the ring, almost landing on his face before he caught his balance. Grondorvan laughed as the short fat man waddled his way to the center of the ring.
"Alright, then we shall have an interesting battle." Grondorvan pressed a few buttons on the eastern wall and a light appeared in the middle of the ring. A female, looking to be semi-muscular, relatively thin, a little under six feet tall and a short sword at her side appeared. She was donned in a blue sleeveless shirt and black jeans that were rather formfitting, yet seemingly flexible.
"Hello... who the hell are you?" She said, glaring down at Wario.
"My name is Wario, and yours is?" Wario returned her glare and dug through his pockets.
"The name is Fortia..." She turned around and looked at Grondorvan. "What is the meaning of this, my lord?"
"Fortia, I didn't expect you to pop through this portal." Grondorvan's words were saturated with sarcasm and heavy with deceit. "I am having a little tournament here, and he is meant to be whoever jumps through that portal's enemy." Fortia turned around to see Wario holding what looked like a clove of garlic.
"What are you going to do, stink me to death?" Fortia called, laughing harshly.
"Oh no, missy, I am going to eat this." Wario informed before scoffing it down. The minute he swallowed, he grew to just above six feet and his fat seemed to have changed into muscle, leaving his to me somewhat slim and healthily muscular, but his face was basically the same, but more chiseled, which made his ugly and handsome in the same sight. Fortia looked at him a little taken aback and seemed both intrigued and bothered by some more confusing feelings as well.
"Whoa... you... changed..." She said blushing slightly and now looking up at him.
"Not really, I just ate some garlic." He said, laughing at her response. Fortia looked at Grondorvan again and gave him a "please not now" look.
"Fine, fine, I shall have you fight someone else." He said before pressing more buttons. "Step out of the ring and over here for now." Fortia did so, and as soon as she left another portal opened. In the place where the portal was, stood a figure that was pushing seven feet tall, highly muscular and had lower back length black hair that shined almost blue in the ring lights.
"Lourg, reporting for duty." Lourg's black shirt and pants were somewhat baggy and swayed lightly every time he moved. Wario looked at him and did his best not to gulp. He knew for a fact... if he goofed around.... he was dead....
