Post by Icy on Jan 30, 2008 21:00:59 GMT -5
The field was quiet, its grass green and neatly trimmed. The lines across it in chalk were freshly redrawn, shining amongst the dewy emerald of the vegetation. Goals were at either end, the nets new and ready for any beatings that may be dished out by vicious kicks sending the black and white checkered ball flying into it at speeds previously unknown to Man.
It was ready, for the battle of heroes. Those who would come, see, and conquer, hopefully destroying their opponents and emerging like phoenixes from ashes, victorious and in a blaze of burning glory.
The game of the gods.
Soccer.
Armadi stepped - er, lurched - onto the field in his purple and white uniform, looking a little awkward in the t-shirt and shorts meant for someone that... well, stood on two legs. "Let's get this show on the road!" Now all he needed was his team.
It was ready, for the battle of heroes. Those who would come, see, and conquer, hopefully destroying their opponents and emerging like phoenixes from ashes, victorious and in a blaze of burning glory.
The game of the gods.
Soccer.
Armadi stepped - er, lurched - onto the field in his purple and white uniform, looking a little awkward in the t-shirt and shorts meant for someone that... well, stood on two legs. "Let's get this show on the road!" Now all he needed was his team.
