[ — the crowd's bellowing, screaming, cheering escalates immediately upon his entrance. The sleek, cutting figure of a man: wearing a dark, animal-helm and pale shendyt, his limbs adorned in broad, golden jewelry. The crowd yells in excitement, well-blooded by the creature's death prior to his entrance, but clearly teeming with anticipation for him. Over time, Set has been able to pull back from his public routine in the Coliseum; to make his presence a maddening highlight, rather than a means to entice recognition over time.
Members of the crowd huddle together in patches, some wearing masks similar to his - waving flags bearing his name or signature colors of red and black and gold. The battlecry they howl in a foreign language carries their delight for his violencd, and their dream of seeing his arena-based villainy come to an end. He raises a hand to the sky above, the other spinning a long, sleek staff with a sharp crook on the end — as his blue-and-white-and-black colored opponents take the field.
( Soon after, it begins. And he crushes his perpetual rivals with particular viciousness, a show of mockery and humiliation, punctuated by his sneering commentary. He manifests sand and storm upon them, beast and clone, and even the well-trained quarter: the former retiree, the twins, the valiant hero, cannot stand against him. He is their heel, and the crowd loves to see them lose bitterly and pledge to his end. )
( His second set is, without a doubt, a recreation of his fight against Amos Burton and Gavial in the streets of Springstar during the last Oracle. The two figures representing them are cast as cruel, encroaching invaders, assailing a woman and child before Springstar's beloved heel strikes them down — makes an example of Zenith's forces. )
And at the end, he casts aside the staff and mask and stands at the center of the ring, raising his hands to the crowd with a crooked, toothy smile. A beautiful, feral redhead indomitable and clearly popular! ]
You see how I fight for your entertainment. It is nowhere near the ferocity with which I fight for our victory, Springstar — and soon, you will revel in bloodsport and violence like no other generation has seen! I am Set, god of war whom stands at your side.
100% the coliseum prompt
Members of the crowd huddle together in patches, some wearing masks similar to his - waving flags bearing his name or signature colors of red and black and gold. The battlecry they howl in a foreign language carries their delight for his violencd, and their dream of seeing his arena-based villainy come to an end. He raises a hand to the sky above, the other spinning a long, sleek staff with a sharp crook on the end — as his blue-and-white-and-black colored opponents take the field.
( Soon after, it begins. And he crushes his perpetual rivals with particular viciousness, a show of mockery and humiliation, punctuated by his sneering commentary. He manifests sand and storm upon them, beast and clone, and even the well-trained quarter: the former retiree, the twins, the valiant hero, cannot stand against him. He is their heel, and the crowd loves to see them lose bitterly and pledge to his end. )
( His second set is, without a doubt, a recreation of his fight against Amos Burton and Gavial in the streets of Springstar during the last Oracle. The two figures representing them are cast as cruel, encroaching invaders, assailing a woman and child before Springstar's beloved heel strikes them down — makes an example of Zenith's forces. )
And at the end, he casts aside the staff and mask and stands at the center of the ring, raising his hands to the crowd with a crooked, toothy smile. A beautiful, feral redhead indomitable and clearly popular! ]
You see how I fight for your entertainment. It is nowhere near the ferocity with which I fight for our victory, Springstar — and soon, you will revel in bloodsport and violence like no other generation has seen! I am Set, god of war whom stands at your side.
[ And as if a magnet, looking north, he spins and directs his attention to the man in the crowd. New and blasé, but notable nonetheless. ]
Are you still vacating this reality, new child? Shall I awaken you?