Post by tomnowinblue on Oct 11, 2015 6:24:13 GMT
The fight between the Prince and Creed was intense, but short. It started with Creed throwing a left hook and the Prince ducking, only to receive an uppercut. Creed was fast, but do was the Prince. The nimble noble managed to move, and Creed only hit a glancing blow. The Prince stumbled back, dazed, but lucky. That would have been a Knock Out Blow if it landed flush. The rest of the fight was spent with the Prince avoiding his opponent, with dazzling agility as he used the ropes and ring itself to his advantage. Finally, after 3 minutes, the Prince caught Creed with a back-flip kick to the jaw that knocked him out. After the official counted 10, he raised the Prince’s hand in victory and the crowd cheered.
Creed was helped to the back as the Prince walked back up the entrance way into the back.
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The Prince was being checked on in the trainer’s room, when Starkiller walked in. The Prince and the trainer turned to Starkiller. “Who let you in here?” Asked the trainer.
“I have a pass,” Starkiller said, waving his hand.
The trick worked, but the trainer still knew the rules, “This room’s still off limits.”
“No, no,” the Prince assured, “He’s a friend.
The trainer shrugged, “If you say so.”
“Please, allow us a moment,” The Prince asked.
“No time, you got 5 minutes between rounds and I have to make sure you’re good to go.”
“I’m fine,” The Prince assured.
“Whatever, 3 minutes left,” the trainer left the room.
“Dante spoke to you?” Starkiller asked, “I suppose you sense it too?”
“He did,” the Prince said, “But I’m not having the flashes you two seem to have. Still, something is wrong. I trust you have a plan?”
“Right now, I’m just getting the team back together. So let’s get out of here.”
The Prince frowned, “I can’t. I want to offer my services, but I feel I’ll be more useful if I complete this tournament. It will endear me to the higher society of this District and I can hopefully find answers.”
Starkiller thought it over, “A fine plan,” he said, “But I don’t trust them. I’ve lost two friends already; and I have no idea what the other’s are up to. I’d like to play their games as little as possible.”
“Do we even know who they are?” The Prince asked. When Starkiller didn’t have an answer, the Prince stood from the table and put his hand on Starkiller’s shoulder, “I will continue in the Gaunlet, you stay close and look for anything that doesn’t add up.”
Starkiller nodded, “Alright, but I’m jumping in the moment I suspect anything.”
The Prince smiled, “Then you’ll be a great ally indeed.”
Back at ringside, Starkiller had taken a seat, while the announcer began. “For this next bout, we ask you turn your attention to the screen. We have a special arena for our combatants.”
The Prince and Furiosa stood across from one and other. “For round two of the Gauntlet, we have The Prince of Persia taking on Imperator Furiosa! BEGIN!”
Fight goes until KO or surrender. Both fighters begin without weapons, but can use anything they find in the junkyard arena. The Prince is mostly recovered from his fight against Creed, with a few bumps and bruises as well as a cut on his chin.
Creed was helped to the back as the Prince walked back up the entrance way into the back.
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4323/prince-persia-sands-time-series
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4301/imperator-furiosa
The Prince was being checked on in the trainer’s room, when Starkiller walked in. The Prince and the trainer turned to Starkiller. “Who let you in here?” Asked the trainer.
“I have a pass,” Starkiller said, waving his hand.
The trick worked, but the trainer still knew the rules, “This room’s still off limits.”
“No, no,” the Prince assured, “He’s a friend.
The trainer shrugged, “If you say so.”
“Please, allow us a moment,” The Prince asked.
“No time, you got 5 minutes between rounds and I have to make sure you’re good to go.”
“I’m fine,” The Prince assured.
“Whatever, 3 minutes left,” the trainer left the room.
“Dante spoke to you?” Starkiller asked, “I suppose you sense it too?”
“He did,” the Prince said, “But I’m not having the flashes you two seem to have. Still, something is wrong. I trust you have a plan?”
“Right now, I’m just getting the team back together. So let’s get out of here.”
The Prince frowned, “I can’t. I want to offer my services, but I feel I’ll be more useful if I complete this tournament. It will endear me to the higher society of this District and I can hopefully find answers.”
Starkiller thought it over, “A fine plan,” he said, “But I don’t trust them. I’ve lost two friends already; and I have no idea what the other’s are up to. I’d like to play their games as little as possible.”
“Do we even know who they are?” The Prince asked. When Starkiller didn’t have an answer, the Prince stood from the table and put his hand on Starkiller’s shoulder, “I will continue in the Gaunlet, you stay close and look for anything that doesn’t add up.”
Starkiller nodded, “Alright, but I’m jumping in the moment I suspect anything.”
The Prince smiled, “Then you’ll be a great ally indeed.”
Back at ringside, Starkiller had taken a seat, while the announcer began. “For this next bout, we ask you turn your attention to the screen. We have a special arena for our combatants.”
The Prince and Furiosa stood across from one and other. “For round two of the Gauntlet, we have The Prince of Persia taking on Imperator Furiosa! BEGIN!”
Fight goes until KO or surrender. Both fighters begin without weapons, but can use anything they find in the junkyard arena. The Prince is mostly recovered from his fight against Creed, with a few bumps and bruises as well as a cut on his chin.
