Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915204715/@comment-17970636-20131012025558

 Sven's Body: Now 

Nightshroud frowned as he saw what had taken place.

"Idiot..." he muttered.

"Excuse, me, but could numbers 24 and number 9 please come onto the stage...." The announcer now looked scared for his life and Nighshroud snorted before ejecting the chains of his tonfa and slammed the weighted end into the podium.

"If you fear battle, then don't announce." Nightshroud snarled and hopped into the ring once more.

 Sven's Mind: Now 

Sven ran around Nightshroud once more and then dashed forward, preparing to strike again. But to his surprise, saw that Nightshroud had dodged to one side very quickly... too quickly unless....

Before Sven could change direction, he got slammed into the ground with Nightshroud on top of him.

"Hehehehe....." Nightshroud snarled.