Post by Beau Halloran on Apr 17, 2011 18:40:12 GMT -5
"............"
Above him, the sky darkened ominously, thunder booming like faraway drums. A wind picked up, blowing the man's dark hair away from his face, revealing eyes that were as full of storms as the the current weather, only minus the occasional flock of birds getting the hell out of there. Close by, lightning crackled, stabbing again to the earth in a nightmarish discharge of electricity.
He was ready.
The Astronomy Professor stood at the top of the tower, which was now a flat surface with no obstructions or walls to be a hindrance in the upcoming battle. Off to one side, he'd politely provided chairs, as well as a small table with several squeaky clean mugs and a fresh pot of coffee. To the opposite side of the chairs and table were the stairs he'd come from. This gave him an advantage -- his opponent would come up from the stairs, see the refreshments, and most likely make a beeline for them, giving him plenty of time to seize them up and prepare for his first attack.
Beau Halloran knew what he was doing.
The man's cloak swirled dramatically around him as another gust of wind kicked up, sending even the star pendant around his neck whipping about. Even then, he stood firm, slate-blue gaze fixed firmly on the opening to the stairs. His grip tightened on the weapon hidden securely in his right hand, face stolid but impassive as ever.
Let's do this.
[ooc: for that shit-talker Teagan. COME AT ME BRO. COME AT ME.]
Above him, the sky darkened ominously, thunder booming like faraway drums. A wind picked up, blowing the man's dark hair away from his face, revealing eyes that were as full of storms as the the current weather, only minus the occasional flock of birds getting the hell out of there. Close by, lightning crackled, stabbing again to the earth in a nightmarish discharge of electricity.
He was ready.
The Astronomy Professor stood at the top of the tower, which was now a flat surface with no obstructions or walls to be a hindrance in the upcoming battle. Off to one side, he'd politely provided chairs, as well as a small table with several squeaky clean mugs and a fresh pot of coffee. To the opposite side of the chairs and table were the stairs he'd come from. This gave him an advantage -- his opponent would come up from the stairs, see the refreshments, and most likely make a beeline for them, giving him plenty of time to seize them up and prepare for his first attack.
Beau Halloran knew what he was doing.
The man's cloak swirled dramatically around him as another gust of wind kicked up, sending even the star pendant around his neck whipping about. Even then, he stood firm, slate-blue gaze fixed firmly on the opening to the stairs. His grip tightened on the weapon hidden securely in his right hand, face stolid but impassive as ever.
Let's do this.
[ooc: for that shit-talker Teagan. COME AT ME BRO. COME AT ME.]