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"Childish", thought Szanod. "Utterly childish. They jump and prance around with meaningless quips of what they think are taunts. Fools all."
As he taught this, he saw the warriors make their way down the mountain and toward him and the man with the spear. Impassive, He awaited their arrival, while perfectly aware that the other being near him was wondering when he would move. Let him wait, patience was a virtue none of them could understand.
As the approaching warriors strut like scared peacocks, Szanod simply watched them and waited for their attack. Perhaps because they feared his icy silence, his oppenents preferred to attack the being who was now known as "Arc". Watching his technique, the Devil Fighter knew then that his style was slow, but creative. Interesting.
Finally, the one know as Matt charged him and layed a powerful blow that sent Szanod careening towards the hills. With a thunderous shock, he crashed into them and rubble started to fall. Amused, he simply smiled and sank into the ground. Seconds later, a rumbling was heard beneath the feet of the fighters, then subsided. Suddenly, blasts of fire shot out at random points, nearly singing everyone present. Then as confusion set in, Szanod shot out of the Earth behind Matt and let loose a devastating punch to his back, creating a concussion wave that echoed a great distance and sending the recipient flying towards Eldaire, who had but moments to dodge.
With that, Szanod smiled slightly, looking everyone over.
"Enough games. It is time to fight."
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Last edited by Bob Biter; 11-06-2003 at 06:43 PM..
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