 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
Dropping the parchment, Prometheus watched as it exploded in shades of purple. He knew that this was going to be a physical fight; however he knew he would be alright. Prometheus had been taught martial arts by his father and many other teachers, through out his life traveling the world.
Now wishing he had not worn such tight clothes, Prometheus consider for a moment taking off his shirt but decided against it, perhaps a bit rude he mused to himself. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over to the wall. Breathing deeply he heightened his sense, not knowing when or from which direction the fight was to come.
He stood ready, his body poised for the fight. |