[spoiler]This Exotic History is generated by Apnuukk3Li[/spoiler] [i]Crack![/i] The world spun in a beautiful dance of stars, chroma, and blood as his vision went black briefly before he slammed against the concrete floor. [i]Whack![/i] His ears rang with the constant cheers and boos from the crowd just inches from him and the taunts of the Titan above him. His body suddenly felt light as he involuntarily lurched towards the ceiling and fell back to earth like a fallen angel. [i]Wham! Oooooooh! Ding ding![/i] He coughed up blood as several arms constricted his torso and dragged him out of the bright pale light into utter blackness. Spectators screams slowly died to an incomprehensible whisper of noise as he was dragged down a hallway into a side room full of training equipment and stacks of grey mats. He was plopped onto one of these mats as he looked up at the colorless ceiling. [i]Creeeeak... Click.[/i] "Well you royally f***ed up that match Kenneth..." A voice spoke to the man in his blurred haze. He glanced to see his 'coach' Halter hovering over him with a disapproving glare. Kenneth simply coughed up a spout of blood and rolled to his side. "Don't you ignore me jacka**! We had a lot of money on this fight! It was supposed to be an easy win! What the f*** happened?!" "Yea I'm doing swell Halt... Just some cracked ribs and internal bleeding..." "Don't you f***ing ignore me you..." "Thanks for asking." Kenneth smiled and closed his eyes as he heard Halter growl angrily and yank something out of his clothing. [i]Cli-cli-click. POW! POW! POW![/i] Kenneth opened his eyes to see his Ghost hovering over him, scanning as an extra precaution. "Stop screwing around Kenneth!" Halter slammed his hand cannon back into its holster. "The Warlord was betting on you that round! Imagine what's gonna..." [i]Knock. Knock[/i] Halter's face went pale as he shuddered in fear. He exhaled shakily and turned towards the door. "Yes?..." Kenneth closed his eyes and listened to the conversation. [i]Clack. Creeeak[/i] "How's he doing?" "Oh good." Halter stammered. "He's just tip top. Ah ha ha..." "That last round certainly doesn't make me believe it. Warlord is rather upset, he lost several Ks of Glimmer." "Oh ah... well it will be fine it just..." "Cut the s***. The Warlord is just fine with it. But he will get his money back even if he has to die again... or you will." Halter gulped slightly. "Y... yes..." "Hes got another match in about 5. Wake his a** up and get him moving." [i]Creeeeak. Click[/i] Silence followed for a few moments as Halter slowly inhaled the stale air. "Well... You heard em..." Kenneth opened his eyes and slowly sat up, stretching his limbs. "Thanks for the patch up." He gently pat his Ghost before it evaporated into a puff of space magic. "Kenneth don't f*** this up..." "I'll think about it." "Seriously Kenneth! My life is on the line now cause of your bulls***!" Kenneth stood up and rolled his shoulders. "And mine wasn't?" "You can revive! As far as I'm concerned, I'm more important tha..." [i]Whoom. CRACK! Bump-bomp. Slam![/i] "F***ing hell Ke...!" [i]Clack. Cre...Creak. SLAM!... ... ... Click clack. Click clack[/i] Kenneth walked in silence down the dark hallway, following the faint lights that lead to the arena as his boots clacked against the grey concrete floor. The oppressive atmosphere smothered his mood and shoulders like a heavy wool blanket. But it barely phased him anymore, not after the past three months of the same routine. Servitude for eternity as a pawn for the Warlord. And he was not going to lie down without a good fight first. The hallway soon brightened and the faint rumble of boos and yells began to return. Kenneth once again rolled his neck and started to enter the gate before the attendant stopped him. "This fight is..." "Yea I know." Kenneth sighed and flexed his left arm. The attendant gave a long exasperated sigh and shook his head. "Stacked 9:1. Opponent; no restrictions. You; standard rules." Kenneth raised his eyebrow. "What can he use Light or something?" "Yes." The attendant stared plainly at Kenneth. "You might want something to fight back." "What the hell am I supposed to use?" The attendant thought about it for a moment before turning around and dissapeared into a side room. [i]Shift. Shhh-thud! Clank clank cla-cla-claaannk... Ffff-chunk[/i] The attendant returned with a pair of old grey trainee gauntlets, two large rolls of gauss and a set of large colorless brass knuckles. "You have five minutes before your fight. Make it count." Kenneth slowly took the items and looked at them. He shook his head, walked a few paces back and sat down on the floor against the wall. His Ghost automatically transferred the gauntlets onto his arms and tested their specs while he took the gauss and gently wrapped his entire arm up, changing the grey to an almost solid white. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/224904713/0/0 link to 1.5 Final https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/174152491/0/0/1 link to Brawler's Choice