Post by Nabel on Jan 8, 2016 3:10:47 GMT
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[Heavy Weights On]
Base PL: 29,591 | Makyo Star boost: 236,728 | Weighted PL: 59,182
Just outside the Southern Islands Tournament Grounds, a certain, little demon hung around by the side of the arena walls, his most grotesque features completely covered by the brown cloak that engulfed his entire figure. With the worst of his rotten flesh cloaked beneath his over-sized garb, Nabel could almost pass himself off as a normal human being in this attire. The key word in that sentence being 'almost', of course. Because even in this particular human 'disguise', said human being would have still stood out among the crowd. Or more appropriately, he would have quickly sunk right beneath them, as the short man's minuscule stature was readily apparent for anyone with half an eyeball left.
Hidden underneath the fallen king's pathetic slop of a body, however, was a wellspring of twisted, evil energy, that only seemed to grow as the minutes passed by. And not only did the (now weary) scrapper take notice of this boost, he absolutely reveled in the feeling of it. Nabel carried fond memories of the first time he had felt this sudden surge of power, as it ended up becoming one of the happiest days of his life. Even though the months heaped atop each other, and completely flew over the cyclops' bloodied head, Nabel could still clearly remember that cool Spring's day in the Wastes, where a heated battle led to him associating with two of his dearest friends.
Looking back at the event, Nabel could definitely sense that he had improved greatly since then. But whether it would be enough to help him survive the tournament was anyone's guess. The demon had watched the battles that preceded his own (still to be scheduled) match. And if all the competitors as fierce as them, then he'd have a messy situation on his hands.
[Heavy Weights On]
Base PL: 29,591 | Makyo Star boost: 236,728 | Weighted PL: 59,182
Just outside the Southern Islands Tournament Grounds, a certain, little demon hung around by the side of the arena walls, his most grotesque features completely covered by the brown cloak that engulfed his entire figure. With the worst of his rotten flesh cloaked beneath his over-sized garb, Nabel could almost pass himself off as a normal human being in this attire. The key word in that sentence being 'almost', of course. Because even in this particular human 'disguise', said human being would have still stood out among the crowd. Or more appropriately, he would have quickly sunk right beneath them, as the short man's minuscule stature was readily apparent for anyone with half an eyeball left.
Hidden underneath the fallen king's pathetic slop of a body, however, was a wellspring of twisted, evil energy, that only seemed to grow as the minutes passed by. And not only did the (now weary) scrapper take notice of this boost, he absolutely reveled in the feeling of it. Nabel carried fond memories of the first time he had felt this sudden surge of power, as it ended up becoming one of the happiest days of his life. Even though the months heaped atop each other, and completely flew over the cyclops' bloodied head, Nabel could still clearly remember that cool Spring's day in the Wastes, where a heated battle led to him associating with two of his dearest friends.
Looking back at the event, Nabel could definitely sense that he had improved greatly since then. But whether it would be enough to help him survive the tournament was anyone's guess. The demon had watched the battles that preceded his own (still to be scheduled) match. And if all the competitors as fierce as them, then he'd have a messy situation on his hands.
