Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26157988-20150315042441/@comment-26157988-20150327040711

O'Leary takes the red dagger from his box, flipping it around to check for balance. Satisfied with his choice, he leers sinisterly at his opponent, yellow eyes piercing through jet black strands. The last of the attendants leaves the ring as the announcer once again speaks over the speakers.

"Alright, remember to keep the fight entertaining, you two!" Basil began pressing several buttons and changing several dials as the fighter's aura levels were projected on a screen above the booth.

"Ready..."

A large dust-fueled barrier wrapped around the sand arena, enclosing the fight.

"Set..."

Crimson placed the dagger behind his back and adopted a causal, proud stance. His grin widened into to a sickening angle.

"Go!"