Enishi
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"I am old. Fourty-five years of my life have past, since birth. Perhaps we are destined to fight, as I am to pass down the torch of "Grand Champion". Young, you are... brash, and impatient... much like me."
Plopping down, Enishi sat with his weapon resting upon his lap. The artificial breathing from the facial equiptment filled his side. The arena, dotted with recording cameras for those with view screens, seemed to have very little inhabbitence. The only few watching were local Kel Dor, unmasked and thriving in their natural habitat. As he regained his energy, Enishi studied his opponent. He had taken a defensive stance, yet showed little to no signs of being tired. Wearing him out would fail utterly, yet attacking him head-on would be suicide... or would it? Enishi's unorthodox style of fighting might lead him to victory... maybe.
Standing up, stretching his arms, Enishi began his walk to Vo, pacing himself for the coming fight. Holding the weapon sturdily, Enishi began his lazy attack.
Plopping down, Enishi sat with his weapon resting upon his lap. The artificial breathing from the facial equiptment filled his side. The arena, dotted with recording cameras for those with view screens, seemed to have very little inhabbitence. The only few watching were local Kel Dor, unmasked and thriving in their natural habitat. As he regained his energy, Enishi studied his opponent. He had taken a defensive stance, yet showed little to no signs of being tired. Wearing him out would fail utterly, yet attacking him head-on would be suicide... or would it? Enishi's unorthodox style of fighting might lead him to victory... maybe.
Standing up, stretching his arms, Enishi began his walk to Vo, pacing himself for the coming fight. Holding the weapon sturdily, Enishi began his lazy attack.