by Dark Drago Dragonite » Mon Jun 10, 2013 6:39 am
"Meh. At least you're tougher than me", said Lionel. "Look, should we go and help Leodan? I mean, a broken jaw isn't just an injury you can walk off", said Lionel, worried about his moirail.
Aerosa just headed back to the Resoaa tunnels. She had more to discover.
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Not much to see, unless a lot of maps. Aerosa sighed and leaned against the wall, accidentally pressing a switch, that opened another room. These tunnels did have a lot of hidden tunnels. Inside, the greatest collection of bones ever existed. And other dark stuff, hinting to the other side of the Dovaahtched - they were also the Necromancers. That explained why they were very rarely raised by other lusus other than Vultures. And it explained their fascination with death.
Leodan finally felt the pain going away, but he knew it was going to come back. ‘C'mon, you gotta be tough like Big Show. He's an honor to the Bear-lined, you wanna be too’, thought Leodan. He had to do something to distract himself. So, why not to act like his favourite warrior in the dark arena? The dark arena was an arena where blackbloods fought. Leodan could never go see the fights but he always watched it from his hive. His favourite warrior was Big Show, a bear-lined that had the record of holding the champion belt for five sweeps. And he was basically as old as Leodan. Leodan climbed to the top of a cliffy-looking stalactite. ‘Blackbloods of all lines! Introducing, the one that has as much honor as the great Björn, the Great Bear Lord, that started the line, the one that broke the record in the Dark Arena, The! Big! Shoooow!’, Leodan thought to himself, quoting the host from the show. ‘Big! Show! Big! Show! Big! Show!’, Leodan thought the chanting of the public. He then jumped off the stalactite and landed smoothly. ‘Brrrring! It! On! I will claw you likE rrrrotating rrrrazorrrrs!’, Leodan thought to himself, acting just like his hero. Basically, he jumped around pretending to be his hero. He grabbed one skull that was in the floor and smashed it with his bare fists. ‘SEE you in hEEllll, rrrrookEEh!’, he thought, quoting his hero when he killed an opponnent. He grabbed another skull and held it high. ‘Ya want dis guy to diE?’, he thought, speaking to the imaginary public. ‘Finish him! Finish him!’, he imagined the imaginary public chanting. He then broke the skull appart. ‘Ha ha ha! Fa- ta- li- teeeh!’, he thought. Basically, just mimicking his hero.
[My ramble]
While there is matter there is hope.
Unless we're talking about Gamzee.
Then there is no hope for that guy.