[Chickenballz]

((OOC: So, what kinda arena is this? It's kinda hard to visualize it, but I'm jus gonna assume it's a large basic arena......like a coliseum? Open-topped, it's at night....yeah. ))



Another fight.

Byron slowly flexed his right arm, the arm which was broken in the last tournement match.

Should've been more on my feet...

That same arm removed a sitck of Volt from his mouth. The smoke filled his lungs, easing the Asian, loosening himself up.

Heh...I got that 'warrior' back though...

A cruel smile played on his lips, recalling the recent fight.

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Byron toyed with the warrior, before his mistake. The mistake? Letting it go for as long as it went. It pushed the warrior, Shaun, to go all out. Which was also a mistake for Shaun, for as soon as
the pipe connected to Byron's arm, he thrown himself upon Shaun and threw the warrior upon a pile of jagged glass and steel, nearly killing the man.

Should I have finished him? Was it a mistake to let him live?

For Byron at last revealed his Raptor Magnum, pointing the barrel of the beast to the man's head. But something kept him from pulling the trigger. Byron left the man battered and bruised.

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Who is Byron Tsang?

"When I made that decision to become someone I never wanted to be...it was a mistake. A mistake I learnt from, but never will I be the same person from before. Never make mistakes in life. They always come back to haunt you."

Words told by the Dark World headman himself at a meeting between the Brotherhood of Twelve and the new Red Phoenix.

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Seperated from his siblings at age 18, he was forced to fight for his own survival in the metropolis Avalon. Eventually he made a name for himself as the most wanted man in Avalon, due to the association with the deaths of the Red Sun headmen and the murders of the Gotti crime family.

At age 20 he embarked on a futile search for his family and friends, his obsessive goal to wipe out the Red Sun crime sydicate. The basic tale of revenge. Revenge. A bitter wine that Byron would taste years later.

Eventually he was reunited with his younger sister Maggie and older brother Romeo, but had to seperate due to the fact both the law and the underworld was after Byron. Romeo had created another gang in Hong Kong, the Black Knives. There they would have sanctuary.

Byron fled across the whole of Earth, meeting new allies, rivals, and enemies. His family and love, Roxanne Martinico was always burning within his heart. As was the ressurection of the Red Phoenix, the old gang of his late brother Charlie.

But in his mind...the murder of Kouji Tasaki haunted him. A point-blank shot in the head, with Tasaki pleading for his life. All in cold blood. The mistake.

At age 21 Byron hooked up with a man named Lucius. This man was a visionary. He wished to create a force to combat the ever-growing threat of 'magic' and against the opressions of Earth's corrupt government and even darker underworld. Byron instantly joined the revolution. Dark World.

A year later Lucius dissappeared, presumed dead. Many left Dark World, wishing to join others...wishing to escape the darkness Lucius was pushing them into.

But Byron stayed. He and very few others were original people from the beginning. Prehaps this is why another motto of Byron's is I am Dark World. Prehaps.

More years passed. Dark World began to rise once more, to a greater glory. Not fully feared by others, but feared enough. Byron had many more agenda's to pursue. Reaccuring dreams that were too real came to Byron. Only then did he realize that they were not dreams, but new worlds.

Now, at age 29, Byron was all set to step out of the 'business' and turn legit. But before he did...there was one last thing he had to do.

Tournement of Arms. TOA.

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Dressed to kill once more in his all black set, Byron rose up the stone steps, the wind whipping at his face.

Night...

And so it was. He stopped at the door, ice-blue eyes distant. Hands checked himself over, making sure each weapon was in it's place. Byron adjusted his Notte glasses, a gift from Roxanne, making sure they concealed his eyes.

He pushed open the doors, a face masked with a passiveness.

There was his opponent, leaning against the wall.

Bless my augs...the darkness is something I no longer fear...

A smile crept over his features.

Byron strode out to the middle of the arena, eyes still focused on the woman. At last he stopped, giving a sigh of disappointment.

Why a girl? I can't hit girls...but I have to! Won't she kill me? She probably would...

The Asian swore aloud, and glanced back at the woman.

"I am Byron Tsang, headman of Dark World, founder of the new Red Phoenix...whatever." he trailed off, in an uncaring attitude. "Let's get this over with."

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((OOC: When that bar is filled, his 'limit break' or watever the f*** it called is activated. Oh yeah, u can have the first attack.))