Thread: You've got no choice (CottonCandyHaze x RocLobster)

The womanly looking nobleman was about to discover that ripping the head off of his beloved's opponent was going to be easier said than done. After the lone figure of the arena lowered his mask once more, he drew his beautiful shining sword and started to test the winds. Wielding the armament like an extension of his body as he waved the mirror edged weapon around his body at lightning speeds. The very dust at his feet seemed to scurry and run away as the blade drew nearer to the ground with each swipe. ... and his opponent! Continued the portly announcer. Desperately trying to regain the attention of the crowd from the star that danced a lethal dance in the centre of the sandy stage. His OPPONENT! He tried again more insistently, managing to turn some heads this time but still the majority of the populaces' eyes remained on the 'Blue Angel'. He let out an annoyed sigh at the meagre thoughts the crowd paid to him. Deciding it best to continue, otherwise he wouldn't be able to start the entertainment at all. Angelus Hyacintho's opponent today, will be neither man, nor beast! But a monster of the most heinous and grotesque kinds! A creature who's foul breath reeks of the hundreds of men it has devoured! A body so hard that swords and bullets glance off it's physique like raindrops to a stone! My audience! I present to you... A CYCLOPS! The eastern portcullis slowly started to raise. The deep, ear shattering sounds of a bestial growl barely contained behind the thick iron grill. Before the gate could even rise to the top the rampaging beast came charging through into the arena, rupturing the bottom of the gates grill and hitting it with such force that the chains snapped and allowed the weighted gate to fall to the ground, preventing any more contenders from being admitted to the fight. Well... I'm doing this alone it seems. The warrior said to himself, ending his dexterous display as he sensed the beasts impending arrival. He adopted a guarded stance, the lions face at the end of his decorated gauntlet facing towards the Cyclops and soundlessly growling. The monstrous creature charged without abandon. It's thorned arm raised with it's elbow ready to strike down on the comparatively tiny figure sitting in the sands. As the blood stained bone came hurtling down, the champion quickly moved with such speed he seemed to be nothing but a sapphire blur. He charged at the savage creature before sliding underneath it's stubby legs and taunting it with a graze of his blade running across it's undercarriage. It did little to do the thick skinned animal any harm, but the crowd loved the display. People jumping from their seats and cheering wildly at the display. Getting to his feet on the other side he adopted his defensive stance once more, waiting for the creature to turn around again and greet him with a heavy, resounding roar. The sound loud enough to reverberate within the bodies of the crowds-folk nearest to the fight. It was hard to imagine what it must have done to the lone warrior who incited such a sound. Though he seemed unaffected, calmly waiting for the creature to make it's next charge. He didn't need to wait long, as the Cyclops turned in the midst of its harrowing blood call to rush towards the human man again. This time it's left appendage outstretched and ready to deploy a large sweeping swing of it's arm across the sands. It seemed for a moment that it connected, as the figure that once was, wasn't. The crowd fell silent for a moment, before a small boy amongst the thousands suddenly shouted Look!, pointing out to the Cyclops' upper half. There, with his feet moored on the monsters shoulders, stood the powerful azure figure with his arms raised upwards. The gleaming metal bastard sword drew the attention of the arena's congregation. Not a sound being uttered as everyone became enraptured by the beautiful colours that reflected from it's surface. Then as quickly as they had noticed the attractive light, it disappeared. The hulking figures shoulders plunging the weapon down and into the top of the Cyclops' head. It didn't even cry. Not a moan or ear splitting death call. The beast just stood their, motionless for some time before finally succumbing to gravity and falling to the ground. The 'Angel' rode the falling shoulders before jumping off at the last moment, landing gracefully on his feet while withdrawing his sword from the Cyclop's skull with a sickening crack of bone and squelch of brain. The once attractive sword-and-a-half stained with it's victims black blood. The victor inhaled a deep, almost resentful sigh before stepping over to the fallen giant with an air of melancholy about his approach. A silver clad hand outreached to meet the behemoths still twitching head, holding it still before suddenly plunging his weapon into the eye socket, dragging it around the fleshy white orb before moving both of his hands to grasp the boulder sized occulus and pry it free of it's socket. The masses looked on in shock, the announcer especially so as the supposedly honourable victor strode towards the piggish man's booth. Then when he was but a few yards away, the warrior lifted the eye high above his head and launched it up into the sky, arcing over with a trail of blood before landing in the booth at the fat straw strapped feet. Whispers and murmurs began to spread amonst the populace from such a peculiar spectacle. The announcer himself looking as though all the blood had left his body to seek a new host, the complexion he wore putting ghosts to shame. All eyes were on the gloomy looking figure making it's way across the arena grounds. With the suns rays having left the enclosed area, his startling silver armour had lost it's ethereal glow. No longer a divine entity, but a man leaving an execution.