TGMT: On the job #1 · 4:05am Feb 20th, 2013
A Writing Exercise
"Fine, you want to have a card duel over your fate?" Shtik growled. "Fine, I'll humor ya. Don't say I didn't warn you it wouldn't be pleasant."
The ignorant teen stood across from Shtik, an apparatus tied to his arm. Shtik waved a hand at him. "Go ahead."
The teen clenched his teeth, pulling out a card and -
"Whoops, you activated my trap card!" Shtik yelled from the other side of the arena.
The teen looked up in surprise. the demon hadn't placed any cards down. Yet there was a glow of light on the other side, nearly blinding him. He shielded his eyes with a forearm, waiting for the glow to fade. Suddenly, a loud boom shook through the arena, and his vision blacked out.
Shtik blew a bit of smoke from his finger-barrel. Black matter soon rushed to fill in the void. He spat a bit of spent matter out of his mouth, coughing slightly. He looked down at the corpse, blood leaking out of his head. "You made your last mistake in asking for a fair fight. Fair fights are to chancey. I like to ensure my fights are always in my favor," he muttered. He turned around and walked into the shadows.
[Wanted to write this scenario sometime, decided to do it here]
