Star of Penumbra
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Another damn midieval thread.
Kokida sat at the edge of the arena, calmly waiting. Five other men waited nearby. At the opposite end of the arena, the situation was the same.
Between the two groups, a battle was taking place. In the ring, two men fought -one, a dwarf, wielded a battleaxe, the other, an elf, favored pair of short blades. Kokida already knew who was going to win this fight; the elf relied on his speed and agility to stay in the fight, but his opponent was too skilled with his weapon, and would soon score a debilitating hit.
Just as he finished the thought, the axe wielder took advantage of a split second hole in his foes' defenses, coming in quickly with a telling blow to the ribs, cracking several and possibly collapsing a lung. The elf fell to the floor of the arena, defeated. The crowd let out a mighty cheer of appreciation.
The dwarf left the ring, cleaning the blood from his axe. Two people carried the fallen elf from the ring on a stretcher. He appeared to be dead. Kokida felt no sympathy for him; they had all known the risks when they had entered the tournament.
The magically amplified voice of the announcer rang throughout the stadium: "Second match, Kokida versus Gronz."
Both contestants named started towards the ring. Kokida watched the way his opponent moved -obviously he relied more on sheer strength than technique, and considering he was enormous, he could afford to. He was a seven foot orc, wearing leather armor reinforced with leather studs, and two thick gloves with spikes protruding from the knuckles.
They stepped into the ring, taking up the stances appropriate for their respective styles. Again the announcer’s voice sounded throughout the ring. “Begin!”
The orc moved quickly towards him, obviously hoping to end the fight quickly in a spray of blood and possibly a broken limb or two. Kokida dodged the first two blows easily, spinning past his opponent. As the orc rushed past, Kokida’s leg lashed out, striking him in the back and knocking him to the floor.
Drawing his long knife, Kokida immediately leapt onto his fallen opponent’s back, grabbing his hair with one hand. “It would be best if you yielded,” he informed his foe, pressing the blade against the vulnerable gray skin of his throat.
The orc language had no word for ‘yield’, but the message got across. The orc immediately lifted his arm, one finger extended –the sign for a forfeit.
“And the winner is Kokida!” The judge announced. The crowd roared again, impressed with the quick victory.
With no warning, a huge wall of stone shot up from the stadium floor, encompassing a third of the ring. Seconds later, another appeared, further surrounding the two fighters in the middle. Neither knowing nor caring why this was happening, Kokida leapt to his feet and dashed for the remaining available escape route, his defeated opponent immediately behind him.
Neither was fast enough to escape the ring before the third wall appeared, locking them in the ring. The ground in the enclosure cracked and began to fall apart, disappearing into some vast underground cavity. Unable to escape, both warriors fell into the darkness below.
Kokida sat at the edge of the arena, calmly waiting. Five other men waited nearby. At the opposite end of the arena, the situation was the same.
Between the two groups, a battle was taking place. In the ring, two men fought -one, a dwarf, wielded a battleaxe, the other, an elf, favored pair of short blades. Kokida already knew who was going to win this fight; the elf relied on his speed and agility to stay in the fight, but his opponent was too skilled with his weapon, and would soon score a debilitating hit.
Just as he finished the thought, the axe wielder took advantage of a split second hole in his foes' defenses, coming in quickly with a telling blow to the ribs, cracking several and possibly collapsing a lung. The elf fell to the floor of the arena, defeated. The crowd let out a mighty cheer of appreciation.
The dwarf left the ring, cleaning the blood from his axe. Two people carried the fallen elf from the ring on a stretcher. He appeared to be dead. Kokida felt no sympathy for him; they had all known the risks when they had entered the tournament.
The magically amplified voice of the announcer rang throughout the stadium: "Second match, Kokida versus Gronz."
Both contestants named started towards the ring. Kokida watched the way his opponent moved -obviously he relied more on sheer strength than technique, and considering he was enormous, he could afford to. He was a seven foot orc, wearing leather armor reinforced with leather studs, and two thick gloves with spikes protruding from the knuckles.
They stepped into the ring, taking up the stances appropriate for their respective styles. Again the announcer’s voice sounded throughout the ring. “Begin!”
The orc moved quickly towards him, obviously hoping to end the fight quickly in a spray of blood and possibly a broken limb or two. Kokida dodged the first two blows easily, spinning past his opponent. As the orc rushed past, Kokida’s leg lashed out, striking him in the back and knocking him to the floor.
Drawing his long knife, Kokida immediately leapt onto his fallen opponent’s back, grabbing his hair with one hand. “It would be best if you yielded,” he informed his foe, pressing the blade against the vulnerable gray skin of his throat.
The orc language had no word for ‘yield’, but the message got across. The orc immediately lifted his arm, one finger extended –the sign for a forfeit.
“And the winner is Kokida!” The judge announced. The crowd roared again, impressed with the quick victory.
With no warning, a huge wall of stone shot up from the stadium floor, encompassing a third of the ring. Seconds later, another appeared, further surrounding the two fighters in the middle. Neither knowing nor caring why this was happening, Kokida leapt to his feet and dashed for the remaining available escape route, his defeated opponent immediately behind him.
Neither was fast enough to escape the ring before the third wall appeared, locking them in the ring. The ground in the enclosure cracked and began to fall apart, disappearing into some vast underground cavity. Unable to escape, both warriors fell into the darkness below.
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