Time itself could have slowed down with the weight of the silent intensity that precipitated from them as they passed by one another. It was only for a moment, but in that instant Corban's eyes were crimson steel as they met Shin's. And then all at once the cord of the tension was cut. like a summer breeze, Shin continued on his way down the corridor, not stopping for him for even an exchange of words. He began to truly ponder the nature of that 'tournament'.
Hmm. He definitely remembered me. That was the eye of a man who hurt deeper than just the surface. light footfalls resounded as he continues down the corridor, eyes to the floor in deep contemplation.
Come to think of it, how long has it even been? He remembered leaving the battlefield after Shin bowed out, and he remembered taking off.... but to where? Everything after, up until awaking was a blur. A memory slipperly like an eel that he just couldn't quite hold on to.
And then, an epiphany! His eyes subconsiously flicked to his trusty wristwatch.
<I feel it, too.>
-I thought it was strange your targeting was off. I'm starting to get a feel for it.-
<Because it wasn't.>
-Exactly. We were
pulled here... here.... wherever here is. We should probably find out where here is.-
And just in time! No sooner did his sentence end wass he greeted by the shambly shanty-bar. He entered through the double doors to a blinding white backdrop. The kind in the old movies. Eyes, ugly mugs, and wenches all turned at once to face the dark robed newcomer. Like a king amongst his citizens he moved through the portly crowd, over the to bar table. With a plop he took an empty seat and knocked twice with his watch-hand on the bar.
"Hey... what can you tell me about this place?" He said to what he assumed was the barkeep.
@Doc Doctor