Re: [Nexus] The Hunting Grounds
Near the Beach
Ah. Speaking of strange creatures.
Mercutio turns to face his aggressor, one of his slender eyebrows raised in amusement. With a hollow thumpf, he closes the large tome he caries and lets it fall to hang on its chain. "'Little beast,' is it?" he asks, his lips twisting into something between a smirk and a grin. "Perhaps so, but at least I'm not a large brute such as yourself." A wind blows from the beach, smelling of brine and fish and sand. It ruffles Mercutio's ornate coat, and toys with his hair. Pushing a strand from his face, Mercutio shrugs off his coat and hangs it from a nearby vertical-standing log. His button-down shirt has sleeves that end just below his elbow, revealing a blue-scaled forearm covered in runic tattoos. He flexes his arms, and the runes flare to life. Shimmering a dull silver, they coil down his arms like snakes to pool in the palms of his hands. The shimmering grows brighter and expands, until the light takes the forms of a pair of matching, thin-bladed swords.
"I get the first move? How generous." Dropping an exaggerated bow, Mercutio bends at the waist and vanishes in a puff of dark blue smoke that, for a moment, fills the air with the acrid stink of sulfur. In the same moment, he is standing behind the brute, slashing at his hamstring with his swords.
Last edited by Mr. Moon : 05-10-2012 at 02:43 PM.