angry from the wound, the waves his arm in the air and spits violently.
swirving behind his opponent in preperation to attack.
he hones in on his area of attack. aware that this will have to be a skirmish, he will have to run for safety quickly after the attack has begun to avoid those pincers. this will have to be swift.
moving in for the attack. aiming for the legs. a possible weakspot of this collosus. they must be under a lot of strain from all his weight. if he can only get him onto his back, this will all soon be over.
sinking his teeth into the back of its leg and scraping with his claws. a loud cracking sound can be heard throughout the arena. a dead silence falls over the audience who wait in anticipation of what will happen as a result of this.
running for his life and almost compltely avoiding the swipe of the claws from a very unhappy foe. he escapes with only a scrape to the arm
after a moment of silence that seems to last forever. the leg begins to seep. a would was actually placed on this beast. although not enough to cause him any real concern, it is non the less a wound. could this mean that there's actually a chance for taking down this monster or are these only pipe dreams.
Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
pixmaker:
