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Labyrinthine walls of tall rust coloured metal obscured any sense of bearing, and the thickness of the accompanying jungle only strengthened the sense of misdirection. The heat was dizzying, and the neural sounds of humming and buzzing that came from some unknown source all around was enough to drive lesser men mad. The red sun above bathed the arena with a noxious glow. Occasionally, the dripping of damp moss or the soft patter of footsteps would echo through the long halls of the labyrinth --- but for the most part, there was silence.
A figure crept along, picking up to a sprint every now and again to dash from cover to cover. An ugly scarecrow of a creature, like weeds that took form and shambled about in some impending manner. It so cautiously peaked it's head over every halfwall and around every corner, scanning the surroundings like a twitching bird before quickly proceeding to it's new location.
It paused, puffing and heaving under it's layers of verdant leathers, patched up all over to keep the armour in place. One shaky hand reached up to tear away the re-breather mask it wore, and Mors soaked up all the fresh air he could. Breathable at last. The labyrinth was not without peril. It seemed every corner revealed a new danger. Poisonous gas, flesh-eating insects. His wits had to be about him.
He heard footsteps, Anzat were natural predators, after all. The force cleared his vision and let him see his prey, somewhere nearby. His saber quickly found itself plucked from under the cascading armor, activated in hand with a sharp hiss! The crimson red blade of the saber sang as it carved a path through the air, jutting out idly at his side. He gave another quick inspection of his surroundings and took off toward the distant sound.
A figure crept along, picking up to a sprint every now and again to dash from cover to cover. An ugly scarecrow of a creature, like weeds that took form and shambled about in some impending manner. It so cautiously peaked it's head over every halfwall and around every corner, scanning the surroundings like a twitching bird before quickly proceeding to it's new location.
It paused, puffing and heaving under it's layers of verdant leathers, patched up all over to keep the armour in place. One shaky hand reached up to tear away the re-breather mask it wore, and Mors soaked up all the fresh air he could. Breathable at last. The labyrinth was not without peril. It seemed every corner revealed a new danger. Poisonous gas, flesh-eating insects. His wits had to be about him.
He heard footsteps, Anzat were natural predators, after all. The force cleared his vision and let him see his prey, somewhere nearby. His saber quickly found itself plucked from under the cascading armor, activated in hand with a sharp hiss! The crimson red blade of the saber sang as it carved a path through the air, jutting out idly at his side. He gave another quick inspection of his surroundings and took off toward the distant sound.
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