or die trying (P/M)
Jun 27, 2012 19:24:18 GMT -8
Post by SALT. on Jun 27, 2012 19:24:18 GMT -8
name; apeshit!
rank; d
description; Holding this one down was infinitely harder then originally capturing it and this wild gorilla will definitely show you why. While he may be primitive, unarmed and oblivious to the ninja arts, his incredible strength, speed and vicious primal rage will be more then enough to keep your hands full.
reward; 25 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable
The corridor that lead to the mouth of the coliseum was eerily still and quiet. Misleading, Hakoda thought as he stood shrouded in the shadows of said corridor, that this calm, quiet stretch of hallway had lead many before him to their gruesome deaths. Unsettling to the point of second thoughts, at first, but the shinobi swallowed his fears with a gulp, held his head up high, and marched forward. The tunnel grew brighter and brighter with each step taken and as he reached it's end Hakoda had to shield his eyes from the brilliant light.
He expected thunderous roars and chatter from the hundreds of spectators seated in the glorious coliseum. However, when the boy hit center-stage, he took in his audience. Few and far in between, he thought, noticing the specs that dotted the high-rising coliseum stands. Not exactly what he remembered -- he remembered. Joy washed over his face. He remembered coming here before to see a match -- a beautiful one at that. But what exactly had happened in the match?
The amnesia, still ever-present and unyielding even after weeks of recovery, withheld the bulk of this memory. When he focused, however, Hakoda could see bits and pieces of the event in his mind. The chilly autumn air. The deafening roars from the spectators around him. A broken sword. Silence. Then the sound of movement. Rapid movement. Hakoda's eyes shot open. This was neither the time nor the place to try to reminisce. Seven hundred pounds of primal rage was charging at him like freight train.
