Fist and Fro [2000]
Feb 6, 2013 9:42:54 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2013 9:42:54 GMT -8
The Fourth Division was not 'fortunate' in it's sustainability in terms of rank, it would appear, for now another stood at the center of a room, nine others surrounding them as Kiba stood against a far wall, watching. There were no spoken words - the signal to go was the first sign of an opening, and it was not long before Sonen left an opening, and his opponents fell on him in a wave.
The beating went on for something like half an hour - more than enough time for any proper fighter to turn the tide - before finally Kiba brought his fingers to his lips in a shrill whistle. The nine fell away rapidly, leaving the well-bloodied Third Seat breathing heavily on the floor as Kiba approached, then knelt beside him.
"Looks like you couldn't cut muster. I'll let you think over how to get better as a Ninth Seat." With that, Kiba gave the man a pat on the shoulder, the beaten Ninth Seat finally giving way to unconsciousness as Kiba rose and walked away, several of the men who'd just beaten Soren getting to work hefting the young man onto a recently pulled cot - a good rest was healthy for the body.
-Exit, Sonen demoted-
The beating went on for something like half an hour - more than enough time for any proper fighter to turn the tide - before finally Kiba brought his fingers to his lips in a shrill whistle. The nine fell away rapidly, leaving the well-bloodied Third Seat breathing heavily on the floor as Kiba approached, then knelt beside him.
"Looks like you couldn't cut muster. I'll let you think over how to get better as a Ninth Seat." With that, Kiba gave the man a pat on the shoulder, the beaten Ninth Seat finally giving way to unconsciousness as Kiba rose and walked away, several of the men who'd just beaten Soren getting to work hefting the young man onto a recently pulled cot - a good rest was healthy for the body.
-Exit, Sonen demoted-
