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« Aug 12, 2009 9:18:57 GMT -6 » 		Quote
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That was the only thing he wanted, he escapped for over 7 months to the mountains. Where he has been training himself. Training his skills, surviving on fruits and vegetables. He hadn't been near other people in that time, nor changed clothes. The once white tank top was nothing more than a clinging piece of cloth to his lower abdomen, his once green pants where now shorts, tattered and having a whole over the left thigh. No longer even remotely the nice shade of green, more moss green than anything else. His hair was long and messy, he was able to take occasional spends in water in small water falls and pools of water under them. His shoes had a few holes in them as well, but mostly because he wasnt gentle with them when running through the woods and the mountain range.

Now perfecting what skills you may ask? Fighting skills. He had been spending his days out here perfecting a new style of fighting. He had finally made his way back down to see more people only to make a formal challange to martial artists and fighters that may be out there. Then he would retreat back to the specified location in the mountain range.

Not too far in since people didnt want to have to be looking for him forever. He even made a sign and a path to the plateu like rock surface. Almost completely flate, round and big enough to hold sanctioned fights on. He sat in the middle, legs folded, and his hands holding his shins. He wasnt meditating or anything, this was just his way of waiting patiently.

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« Aug 12, 2009 20:09:58 GMT -6 » 		Quote
"Looking for a fight?" A calm voice called out.

Appearing out of the endless green of the mountain side, Auroth walked out like a ghost; drifting lightly across the ground with calculated and controlled movements. He was wearing a white dress shirt as well as some nice black slacks, with his red jacket swung across his back as the boxer moved toward the fighter. He smiled at him, stopping a dozen paces away from the other man as Auroth sized him up.

"I'm Auroth. I'm here to fight you."

It was an odd way of introducing himself, but apparently it was what this man here wanted. He had heard from several sources of a mysterious warrior training in the mountain side, calling forth several of his colleagues out to fight him to train. From what Auroth heard, most, if not all, of them lost. So here Auroth was, taking up the mantle of challenge and declaring one against this individual here as a means of training himself as well. This guy was good, and it wouldn't hurt, in the long run that is, to spar against this fellow.

"If you don't have any objections" Auroth began, throwing his jacket aside. "I say we throw down now."

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