Post by ulvendagoth on Aug 9, 2021 16:41:49 GMT -5
Fight every battle like you are a dead man.
Felix is sitting in a dark room in his Dojo lit only by a candle, an old book open in front of him as his finger traces the words he just spoke aloud. His eyes track up to the camera, his intense gaze almost burning a hole into it.
When I fought Myojin I truly found out what that meant. I fought with all that I had and managed to best them… only after the match did I feel the damage to my leg that put me out for a week. I had fought like it was the last day I had to fight for all that I stood for. Now, this week at Collison Course I find myself in a new battle, a contest like nothing else I’ve completed in and all I feel… Is hunger. The hunger of a young lion as he looks upon strangers to his pride.
He closes the book without looking down at it, his gaze never wavering.
A hunger to test myself against these newcomers, to mature as a warrior, and push myself beyond all of my limits… for that is the only way I will grow. I’ve looked into the names of the men against me, and I know each can push me toward my goal differently, other than one. Gates. Any information I can find on him is scattered, undisciplined, and vague. So, I am unsure of the caliber of his spirit. I merely hope it is as Golden as his name.
He shakes his head, giving the audience a slight reprieve from the cold intensity in his eyes as he stares into the flame of the candle… so like the next man on his mind.
Cage is perhaps one of the most unhinged people I’ll ever be in a ring with, but there is much to respect even in this insanity. He also fights like it is his last day to live and he throws all of his spirit and rage into every fight as if it’s the only way to stop the screaming in his soul. He fights to break his opponent in as many ways as he can, to exorcise his demons through the pain of others. A dark mirror for those that follow the honorable path, the fate of those that break from discipline. I look forward to testing myself against him to see if his demons can overcome my fighting spirit.
His eyes then track to the darkness, a fitting counterpoint to the candle that represented the soul of Cage burning itself out hungrily.
The final man set against me is another enigma, but one I can understand more than the limited and broken information on Gage. Mehrunes Smith, a man that lost his soul to darkness. If his words are to be believed, an ancient spirit reached out in his dreams to claim him… to make him its messenger. What can I truly say about a man such as him? He is either insane or the single most unlucky person I’ve ever seen. He might be strong or any number of things… but his spirit is not his own. That is a fate far worse than death in my eyes. Perhaps he can be saved from this eldritch being if what he claims is true, but for now, I must fight him and the darkness of his master. Perhaps this Eldritch being can strengthen him enough to truly sate this hunger in my soul.
I do not know my allies in this contest well so I can not speak for them… but I would gladly fight all of these men alone if fate demanded it. One day I hope to fight each of them, one on one, for that is the only true way to test yourself against another warrior.
Felix closes his eyes for a moment as he seems to relish the idea of fighting such foes, the trials and the tempering of his soul through pain that is to come. When he opens them he looks dead into the camera, his eyes lit with the inner fire of his passion and determination.
At Collision Course, we ride into the storm once more… we strive to stand tall in the midst of it… to fight it will all that we have. For the day that we do not go into battle as if it is our last… is the day that we truly die.
Felix is sitting in a dark room in his Dojo lit only by a candle, an old book open in front of him as his finger traces the words he just spoke aloud. His eyes track up to the camera, his intense gaze almost burning a hole into it.
When I fought Myojin I truly found out what that meant. I fought with all that I had and managed to best them… only after the match did I feel the damage to my leg that put me out for a week. I had fought like it was the last day I had to fight for all that I stood for. Now, this week at Collison Course I find myself in a new battle, a contest like nothing else I’ve completed in and all I feel… Is hunger. The hunger of a young lion as he looks upon strangers to his pride.
He closes the book without looking down at it, his gaze never wavering.
A hunger to test myself against these newcomers, to mature as a warrior, and push myself beyond all of my limits… for that is the only way I will grow. I’ve looked into the names of the men against me, and I know each can push me toward my goal differently, other than one. Gates. Any information I can find on him is scattered, undisciplined, and vague. So, I am unsure of the caliber of his spirit. I merely hope it is as Golden as his name.
He shakes his head, giving the audience a slight reprieve from the cold intensity in his eyes as he stares into the flame of the candle… so like the next man on his mind.
Cage is perhaps one of the most unhinged people I’ll ever be in a ring with, but there is much to respect even in this insanity. He also fights like it is his last day to live and he throws all of his spirit and rage into every fight as if it’s the only way to stop the screaming in his soul. He fights to break his opponent in as many ways as he can, to exorcise his demons through the pain of others. A dark mirror for those that follow the honorable path, the fate of those that break from discipline. I look forward to testing myself against him to see if his demons can overcome my fighting spirit.
His eyes then track to the darkness, a fitting counterpoint to the candle that represented the soul of Cage burning itself out hungrily.
The final man set against me is another enigma, but one I can understand more than the limited and broken information on Gage. Mehrunes Smith, a man that lost his soul to darkness. If his words are to be believed, an ancient spirit reached out in his dreams to claim him… to make him its messenger. What can I truly say about a man such as him? He is either insane or the single most unlucky person I’ve ever seen. He might be strong or any number of things… but his spirit is not his own. That is a fate far worse than death in my eyes. Perhaps he can be saved from this eldritch being if what he claims is true, but for now, I must fight him and the darkness of his master. Perhaps this Eldritch being can strengthen him enough to truly sate this hunger in my soul.
I do not know my allies in this contest well so I can not speak for them… but I would gladly fight all of these men alone if fate demanded it. One day I hope to fight each of them, one on one, for that is the only true way to test yourself against another warrior.
Felix closes his eyes for a moment as he seems to relish the idea of fighting such foes, the trials and the tempering of his soul through pain that is to come. When he opens them he looks dead into the camera, his eyes lit with the inner fire of his passion and determination.
At Collision Course, we ride into the storm once more… we strive to stand tall in the midst of it… to fight it will all that we have. For the day that we do not go into battle as if it is our last… is the day that we truly die.
