Circle of Blood: Ronin vs Rubber Boy



The mountains soared upward as if determined to kiss the heavens. Just looking at them it was easy to see why the ancient Greeks thought of the Gods on Mount Olympus, ruling from their home in the clouds. Each of them was white-peaked, but nothing like the neat line around a chocolate waffle cone. The snow reached down from the cap in craggy white fingers, no doubt up close there were mighty cracks in the rock deep packed with ice. The Rubber Boy, was forced to climb this to hunt down a certain enemy. "Jeez, my sources better have been correct, its getting really cold, I don't know why Lord Shenron asked me to find this man, he should've just sent the IAS to do it." he signed as he continued to climb.