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The Sable's blood had been
boiling.
As of late, a strange, renewed lease on life had became even more stressful than it already was. Everything was piling on top of each other, one after one after one. A new stress, a new challenge, a new confused, heavy, destructive emotion. Nothing had improved since his first new steps of life in Traverse Town, if anything, it had gotten much worse. Nero had caught wind of this tournament by chance, and it was just the distraction from life that he needed. Or, it was the prefect excuse to take out his anger and confusion on nameless, faceless opponents that he wouldn't care to rip to shreds within the dark. Having recently met up with Weiss, his brother, the man who was
supposed to take precedence in his heart, only hastened his request of the Immaculate Emperor to find Rosso and have them join this team-styled tournament. He needed to avoid this
heart-to-heart conversation he knew that his beloved sibling would be seeking. He'd noticed the curious glances from a pair of perfect, teal eyes, and Nero knew he had very, very little time to find a distraction for Weiss.
He wasn't ready to talk. Not yet. Not until his heart spun itself back into one fully functioning unit and everything he'd ever
known in this universe became a solid fact again. His ideals needed to be unquestioned, his love for his brother, renewed, his own thoughts and feelings on life, rediscovered.
The Sable Tsviet was a wreck at the present time, but it was hardly something he'd tell anyone, even Weiss himself. After having been forced to question everything he'd ever been sure of in life ... Well, it was bound to mess up anyone, but Nero had a
delicate enough psyche as it was. It played in perfectly for this tournament, however, which is exactly why the dark, young man had quickly taken a chance at it. Of the confusion cloud of emotions currently floating around the dark expanse of his soul, he could very clearly, very easily pick out one that stuck out the most; anger. His anger, his hate, his despair, these were all things that he could very well take out on other people. It would even be soothing. The agonizing cries of the dying soothed his soul, as they had from the day he was born and the darkness took his mother.
Yes,
yes, this would work out quite well.
What better way to prepare your heart to break than to destroy as many others, physically, emotionally, mentally, before it happened.
Signing up for the tournament and avoiding the knowing, questioning glances of Weiss had been easy enough. Then, the classic waiting began. It reminded him of the days of his youth, which seemed much longer ago than they actually were. Being pitted against his fellow Deepground captives in a fight to survive, to live another day, to take one more precious breath of polluted air. It was surviving an onslaught of those battles over years and years, watching as the guns seemed to get smaller when, in actuality, he was growing into his weapons. Life in the arena was something Nero the Sable was very familiar with, the constant ebb and flow of a good battle, the feeling of euphoria when victory was obtained. The stakes for this tournament were much lower than any battle he was typically used to, no lives were on the line that he was aware of, but it wouldn't keep Nero from performing at his best. The only thing that would keep his performance less than perfection was that he hadn't had a good battle in quite some time, since his defeat from Valentine.
Most of the pre-tournament rambling had been a blur. A quick glance over of the rules, at the participants (Of
course Valentine was here. What a rematch that would be..), and at the tournament bracket. Crimson eyes remained aloof and yet focused at the same time. Before he knew it, as it had been any other time he had a scheduled match, it was time for Nero to enter the arena and start the match.
Though he preferred the ease of using his dark portals to simply vanish from one location and enter the next, Nero decided to take ample time to observe his opponent as he made his way into the arena. Ignoring the sounds of the crowd as he entered, she quickly caught the attention of his crimson, cat-slitted eyes; his opponent, Ysera. She was peculiar, and it was itching in his mind as he softly stepped into the arena that he'd seen her somewhere before ... Oh, yes! That silly gameboard in the odd, cartoon town. They had both been on the board, though he'd always been near the back of the pack. Nero couldn't help but observe her wings with a slight annoyance (he couldn't seem to escape running into talking animals or people with animal parts), but all of those useless feelings were quickly, efficiently, packed away. There was only one focus now; an enemy, an opponent, a fight to survive.
Nero knew there was little time to waste. His opponent didn't
appear to be much of anything, she wasn't large and muscled, she wasn't packing a machine gun or a large sword, just a bow and arrow for the time being. The Sable Tsviet stood still with a fair distance in between them, saying nothing to her for a moment, but merely observing with a curious head tilt. Finally, his black marred hands slid down to the pistols strapped to his thighs, fingers running over the cool metal before he quickly pulled them from their holsters. His thumbs instinctively cocked the guns, the
click a reassuring, beautiful, simple noise. He took a brief moment to stretch out his metal wings to an impressive length, flexing the claws on top as dark portals appeared and deposited two more black pistols in their grasp. He narrowed his crimson eyes to the girl across the arena, the metal mask on his face hiding his natural, bloodlusting smirk. It was unfortunate, for her, that he was in this current rough patch in his life.
He would make her
writhe in agony.
His lips slid apart under the mask, revealing white teeth that the world may never see again,
"Let's being, shall we?"The Tsviet's body began to glow with darkness, one may even think it was a trick of the light. His feet left the ground until his boots were
just above the surface of the arena floor. Nero began to swiftly drift to his left as he twirled all four pistols once, before unleashing a hail of
Gun Fire at Ysera, each pistol aimed for a different portion of her body; two at her arms, two at her wings. Those seemed to be the more important pieces of his opponents arsenal, considering the bow and arrow, and he had a feeling her wings weren't just for show. The barrage of bullets ended just as soon as they'd come, and as Nero continued to drift slowly away from his original position on the arena floor, his crimson eyes watched for signs of injury, life, or incoming attacks.
Provide me with a good enough distraction, and I may not swallow you into the never ending darkness.----------------------------------------------------------
Abilities Used
Gun Fire
• Nero fires rapid shots from his four guns at the enemy, from either up close and personal or from a distance.
[Cooldown: 1 post]
Cooldowns
Gun Fire: [0/1]
words: 1,252
tags: Ysera, let's have fun! <3
credits: made by gimmick/echo of
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