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damned_institute2012-04-03 11:02 am
overlimit) wrote in damned_institute2012-04-03 11:02 am
Night 62: The Coliseum
[warping from here]
The events following Goku's sudden movements were a blur. The boy had suddenly reached for the other fang, and before Rita could protest, they'd been warped to an entirely different place. Disoriented, the mage climbed to her feet, brushing the sand from her stockings.
Just as the Sphinx had told them, the final challenge was a Coliseum. Rita stared upward, momentarily awed by the size of the room, and bewildered by what appeared to be sunlight. Had they been unconscious for the rest of the night? Even more unusual was Rita's own attire: she was in the tunic she normally wore at home, complete with stockings, sashes, a magic tome strapped to her back, a weapon in her hand, and...
Rita's free hand flew to her throat. Her blastia was there. With that... she was sure she could use magic without limitations. She could break free from this prison once and for all!
It wasn't until she finished processing those thoughts that she noticed the other person on the arena floor with her. That was right... only two could enter, and the other one who made a sacrifice had been the brat. So what was supposed to happen now? Given the circumstances, there were only two possibilities: they were going to have to fight together, or they were going to have to fight each other. Despite the occasional urge to smack the kid around, Rita wasn't particularly keen on either.
The events following Goku's sudden movements were a blur. The boy had suddenly reached for the other fang, and before Rita could protest, they'd been warped to an entirely different place. Disoriented, the mage climbed to her feet, brushing the sand from her stockings.
Just as the Sphinx had told them, the final challenge was a Coliseum. Rita stared upward, momentarily awed by the size of the room, and bewildered by what appeared to be sunlight. Had they been unconscious for the rest of the night? Even more unusual was Rita's own attire: she was in the tunic she normally wore at home, complete with stockings, sashes, a magic tome strapped to her back, a weapon in her hand, and...
Rita's free hand flew to her throat. Her blastia was there. With that... she was sure she could use magic without limitations. She could break free from this prison once and for all!
It wasn't until she finished processing those thoughts that she noticed the other person on the arena floor with her. That was right... only two could enter, and the other one who made a sacrifice had been the brat. So what was supposed to happen now? Given the circumstances, there were only two possibilities: they were going to have to fight together, or they were going to have to fight each other. Despite the occasional urge to smack the kid around, Rita wasn't particularly keen on either.