Round 2: Eric vs Sable LMAOOOO this oh this is just..../lols some more and hands the round over to *ImsorrybutI
Before the match we had a lil Q&A about eachother's characters. Eric has such a golden heart, even if he can be naive, his determination is beyond all others. When I drew him I realized, I have no idea how does it
So anyways, have some wonderfully lame drawings, emo Sable, and general rush work~ Okay I did learn a ton about comic making and inking the traditional way so I cant say that I regret anything. Its not nearly as much as I planned to get done, but it is more than I expect...Honestly I was surprised I was able to get anything done in time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What was this? The winged and flightless readjusted his grip. Fatigue? No, not entirely at least. Despite himself, his crimson gaze fell to the unsteadiness in his hands. He stared in disbelief as they shook ever so slightly. Certainly this fight had lasted longer than the Dark Knight would have preferred, but this was utter nonsense. His metal boots carried him haphazardly to and fro now familiar terrain. He was not built for stamina or defense like the other ruby eyed man. And bombarding Eric with attacks had proven a fool's errand. The man simply did not stay down. --There were those tremors again. What was that?-- His best option was to retreat and recompose himself. He wouldn't hold the advantage much longer if- The redhead paused. He had become too lost in his thoughts and lost the lancer while he was at it. His sharp eyes flashed only to realize that he had been far to careless. The thin plated metal at his side complained as gave way to the heavy weapon. It was a sickening sound, one that seemed to only appear at the brick bordered stage and in the midst of war. Eric had one constant tactic, but it was more than devastating when it actually landed. By adrenalin's mercy he was still on his feet, swords in hand. He had to act now before his body realized the impact. The storm crow sprung to counter when--Thud! The black clothe at his shoulder gave a sudden stubborn tug. His own momentum had whiplashed him to the earth. Now this was just adding insult to injury. With clumsy blur, he found himself staring wide eyed at a lovely breadth of blue. Something surprisingly similar to Tunlio's lakes on a good day. Odd to be reminded of something so peaceful when he could smell the sacrifices of the pervious clashes at his back. He never did like the smell of blood. But it was his moral that had taken the biggest blow. His cape, his ineffably precious cape, had been pinned down just above where his head now lay. His attachment to the tattered clothe froze him to the spot. Slowly the roars of the crowds filled his ears. There was so much overwhelming his senses. He closed his eyes to blot them out...He could just give up. It wouldn't be so bad, the shaking might stop if he could just get out of the arena. A shadow fell across his sealed eyes. There was someone looking down at him. They glared opened to meet concern. Eric was concerned. The man who had injured him and should now claim victory, was concerned. The stranger opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. The kindness somehow annoyed Sable. After a surge of pride, he did not think twice about cutting his bind. But still, Eric waited. The lancer was too merciful for his own good. Or maybe it was blood staining his hand. Or maybe the shivering. It was pathetically obvious now, pain and panic had only made it worse. There had to be something that he could use. Something that he could do. His mind raced as panic grew. How was he ever supposed to...Ah. That is what it was. Fear. That pointless, useless emotion had somehow crept its way into his subconscious. It was about as useful as the color green. And this time, it had cost him his health. Wasn't that the nature of emotions though. There was really no logic to having them in the first place. Eric continued watching him patiently. Curious. His strength seemed to come from what only caused Sable more weakness. With a deep breath, he pushed away all feeling. He would be numb, he would bleach the color.
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there were supposed to be more page of Eric's awesomeness too but i didn't have time to draw them ;-;
Amiel: *watches from Venator's back with silent awe*
LOL THANKS Sable doesn't know the meaning of moderation
Wow Chaxxy this is so cool! Sable looks so epic and manly here! And the story was well written ;A; I'm cheering for you Sable!
Sable: ... *trades shirt for panties*nono he's to TsunDere for that
Y-you really think so QuQ Thanks so much Shiro <333
PLZ DO! Sable needs all the support he can get
*inhales his shirt* My panties shall give you strength for they are enchanted/shotSo, in other words, he'll still accept my panty offering?
Oh, have you seen the chibi Sable I drew? I don't know if it got buried under the new group stuff I do owo
Yes I really think so and you're welcome, Chaxxy~ <33
HEEE GO GO SABLE! How many rounds does he have left to go?
Sable is his own soap opera
HE DID /WHAT/
NOWAI BRO
WHAT ARE YOU ASKING/SAYING
GO ALL OUT SKLFJSKD
SABLE YOU BAMF