Shar (Dotharl) Nite (
soulburningfights) wrote in
prismatica2019-11-10 11:47 am
[video; first moon; sometime FORWARD after moon cycles]
[Video begins showing off a couple of weapons on a sturdy table. The chakrams lay by the butt of the large axe while the gunblade lays barely untouched from the other weapons. After a good glimpse of these deadly blades, the screen moves to a particular darker au ra from the chest and up. Her red eyes with white limbal rings peers intimidating with a grin.]
I'll make this short.
I'm looking for opponents up for a challenge to spar against. No moons influence. If interested, pick a blade of mine to strike with yours. We can discuss where to meet after.
[That said, video is off.]
[[ooc: Up for fighting threads if you like. If not, we can discuss the outcome via PM,
sailoruresui, or discord: nightluna#1098.]]
I'll make this short.
I'm looking for opponents up for a challenge to spar against. No moons influence. If interested, pick a blade of mine to strike with yours. We can discuss where to meet after.
[That said, video is off.]
[[ooc: Up for fighting threads if you like. If not, we can discuss the outcome via PM,

action timeskip.
Whenever Bishop arrived at the location, there was a balance, not too much sand nor rocks, the wave was close but not close to interfere. Shar sat by a large rock as she waited, she held one bent leg close to her, her large red axe reset behind her back. Her focus was out to the ocean whether it be listening to the waves or simply for the view, deep down she admired the water.
The sound of was what returned her to reality. The young man (or so she believed) arrived as promised. Her face lit with excitement filling her mind with possibilities for her upcoming fight. She hopped off the rock in which she sat on, eager to begin this match, and feel her soul burn brighter.
Ah, happy birth month to her.]
I believe we spoke.
[Just to be sure it was him. What was his name again...?]
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After a bit of meditation and image training, and maybe packing a snack, he heads out, soaring high above the city until he approached the beach. He spotted his opponent to be and approached, one hand already gripping the scabbard of his sheathed blade then laying the packed snack he made to the side.]
That would be me.