Post by Prometheus Zex on Aug 6, 2013 22:55:13 GMT -5
So far the tournament had gone rather well. The Round of Sixteen in general had not been as bloody and brutal as the two preliminary matches, but there were plenty of fighters that were standing out to the Lord of Alpha Prime. Even so he would not approach any with his proposition yet for he wanted to see a little more from the ones that had yet to be eliminated from the tournament. It was true a couple of those he had his eyes on were fighters that had already lost, but Zex was not looking for simply the strongest fighters. No, strength was something he didn’t necessarily need; his brother was more than enough to do any grunt work that needed to be done.
Prometheus was looking for so much more, and on top of the new light he hoped this tournament would shed on the Omega Collective it would double as a personal showcase for the Alien Lord. Glancing around the stands at the gathered crowd he had to use his hands to cover his knowing smirk. They all cheered and waved their arms around for more fights, no doubt bets being made on which of the fighters would come out on top. Most individuals loved to watch such contests, but most only saw the surface of what was revealed in such match ups. Sure one could see the strength of the fighters in the ring, their raw talent laid out for all to see. Zex though saw more; saw the cunning and intelligence of every fighter or lack thereof. On a stage such as this every contestant used everything they had at their disposal to win, a fight was one
of the best ways to truly see a person’s character.
In time he would approach those he wished to propose his offer to, and hoped that they would all accept. Despite his political power and influence he did not plan to force it on any of them, but only a fool would willingly pass up the proposition he had for them. Smirking still Zex looks over as the match timer counts down, in the single digits now. In time he would make his move, but not yet, it was just too soon and the alien never jumped the gun. Leaning back in his comfy chair the Lord of Alpha Prime planned to enjoy the rest of the tournament just as much as the next creature.
The Convergence of Eight had begun.
(This round will last through August 26th due to its delayed start, get posting!)
Prometheus was looking for so much more, and on top of the new light he hoped this tournament would shed on the Omega Collective it would double as a personal showcase for the Alien Lord. Glancing around the stands at the gathered crowd he had to use his hands to cover his knowing smirk. They all cheered and waved their arms around for more fights, no doubt bets being made on which of the fighters would come out on top. Most individuals loved to watch such contests, but most only saw the surface of what was revealed in such match ups. Sure one could see the strength of the fighters in the ring, their raw talent laid out for all to see. Zex though saw more; saw the cunning and intelligence of every fighter or lack thereof. On a stage such as this every contestant used everything they had at their disposal to win, a fight was one
of the best ways to truly see a person’s character.
In time he would approach those he wished to propose his offer to, and hoped that they would all accept. Despite his political power and influence he did not plan to force it on any of them, but only a fool would willingly pass up the proposition he had for them. Smirking still Zex looks over as the match timer counts down, in the single digits now. In time he would make his move, but not yet, it was just too soon and the alien never jumped the gun. Leaning back in his comfy chair the Lord of Alpha Prime planned to enjoy the rest of the tournament just as much as the next creature.
The Convergence of Eight had begun.
(This round will last through August 26th due to its delayed start, get posting!)