This is a challenge open to anyone who wishes to accept it. If you do, please state and post a link to your bio.
I will be using my Jake bio (http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/galbadia-garden/hera-ledros-characters-1783.html)
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The Rockies
A large mountain range extending for hundreds of miles along the western coast of Canada. There are plenty of ledges and trees along the mountains for the combatants to make use of.
The wind roars along the mountain, ever so slowly stripping away at it, atom by atom. The trees bend and flow with the wind, pine needles flying everywhere like little green bullets. Only the truly harsh can survive this environment.
There is a small, circular patch of dust around 40 feet in diameter where the battle will begin. The combatants may use any of the elements available to them to fight in this battle.
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Jake flew along the mountains, coming to a stop by the arena he was to fight at. His grandfather, Hera Ledro, had told him to meet somebody who wanted to face him there.
The wind ruffled against Jake's red sweater, and his pink tail waved along, aggravated by the constant wind. It's blade was sharp as ever, and the rocks that blew his way were cut in half in an instant by the bade.
"Man, I knew I should've wore warmer clothes," Jake said, shiverring and rubbing his legs. His jeans were ripped and had holes in them where the wind seeped through and made his skin crawl. Jake fingered the long Soul Shredder blade that hung on his back, eager to get into a battle. It was the Kariyu-shina blood in him. He just wanted to fight so bad.
Suddenly, he heard something move behind him. Jake jumped forward, flipping and twisting around in the air, drawing his sword, and landing in the opposite direction he faced before. "Who's there?"
I will be using my Jake bio (http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/galbadia-garden/hera-ledros-characters-1783.html)
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The Rockies
A large mountain range extending for hundreds of miles along the western coast of Canada. There are plenty of ledges and trees along the mountains for the combatants to make use of.
The wind roars along the mountain, ever so slowly stripping away at it, atom by atom. The trees bend and flow with the wind, pine needles flying everywhere like little green bullets. Only the truly harsh can survive this environment.
There is a small, circular patch of dust around 40 feet in diameter where the battle will begin. The combatants may use any of the elements available to them to fight in this battle.
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Jake flew along the mountains, coming to a stop by the arena he was to fight at. His grandfather, Hera Ledro, had told him to meet somebody who wanted to face him there.
The wind ruffled against Jake's red sweater, and his pink tail waved along, aggravated by the constant wind. It's blade was sharp as ever, and the rocks that blew his way were cut in half in an instant by the bade.
"Man, I knew I should've wore warmer clothes," Jake said, shiverring and rubbing his legs. His jeans were ripped and had holes in them where the wind seeped through and made his skin crawl. Jake fingered the long Soul Shredder blade that hung on his back, eager to get into a battle. It was the Kariyu-shina blood in him. He just wanted to fight so bad.
Suddenly, he heard something move behind him. Jake jumped forward, flipping and twisting around in the air, drawing his sword, and landing in the opposite direction he faced before. "Who's there?"