Warning! It becomes only fair that I alert the public that there may be some crude language in this content, as well as rather graphic/detailed gore. If you don't like it... /low bow, my sincerest apologies.
Jaedyn lifts his head, the strong vegetation musk of Stranglethorn mingling on the horizon of breaking midday. Blood is in the air, whether of human or animal unknown. Jaedyn sits alone, mere paces from the entrance to Gurubashi arena. He adorns his regular leather attire, his blood-stained yellow claws dangling from his scraps of a belt. He glares out from under his wolf mask, surveying around himself. He thinks, often aloud.
"Gahd dam' elfie'...", He looks down to his midsection, a huge, healed gash visible as a scar-to-be. He recollects his battle with the elf named Celen in the arena, and his anger had gotten the best of him. He had underestimated her because she was a female, and she had kicked a sword through him. (Yes, -through- him.) He had made horribly makeshift bandages from scraps of his leather harness after the battle, wrapped himself up, and traveled to Booty Bay. There, he had payed some meager coin for half-ass goblin healing brews and some healing attention from a local priestess who seemed to hate her life almost as much as Jaedyn hated his own.
Jaedyn, over time, had allowed his midsection to heal. Now the pain was only equivalent to being punched in the gut. He stretches it, moving his body back and forth. He tenses his muscles, feeling them hulk against the bone structure of his body. He grins, his face contorted in a mix of sour delight and anger.
The clanking of plate can be heard, and at a glance Jaedyn sees naught but a plate-bug, waddling down the Stranglethorn road. Only when he turns to the arena does Jaedyn's interest perk, and he hurriedly makes a way behind the human.
A shuffling of feet and a grunt bring them both to a standstill at the arena seats, the down-trodden dirt of the arena naught but feet below. He holds his sour adornment, and turns to the human. The human, also naught but feet away, seems to be avidly swearing under his breath and hitting out at the air with a clenched fist. Easy prey.
"Ey', mon'. Dah' fock yah' prollm'?" He grins sour, knowing he is riling for a reaction. The human turns, a metal sheet covering his face. When he speaks, it is much of growl and is echoed around eerily in his helmet.
"Mind your own damn business, vermin!-- Else I'll be forced to tear the bowels from your very body." The human's voice is deep, ragged, and full of unmeasurable hatred. He finishes each pronounced word with much of a spitting sound, almost intentionally insulting.
The anger bubbles below Jaedyn's surface, but he does naught but store it away. Time and experience had taught him to use his anger to his advantage, so he only remained calm. Just a slight hint of scorn could be detected in his voice.
"Wha' ya' nam', brudda? Yah' see'm'righ' fih' fo' a battl'." He smirks, only inviting imagined insult. The human catches the bait relentlessly.
"My name is Alon, vermin. What I need here is not of your concern," He seems to think for a moment, then scoffs.
Confidently, the human turns on his heels and approaches the ramp to the lower-part of the arena. As he plate boots brush against the dirt, a puffy cloud arises of dust and dirt particles. Before the human could even reach the bottom of the ramp, though, Jaedyn had launched himself from the stands to the ground below. As he lands, he bends his knees and contorts into a slight roll, coming up into a mix of a Zandali fighting stance, his muscles braced and claws flashing in the sun. The human draws two red blades, to match his almost-blinding bright red armor attire. The swords are rather fanciful, as if of antiquity of high value. The sun sparkles off the human's adornments, almost like a rising sun in comparison to Jaedyn. Without giving much time for leeway, Jaedyn charges for the preemptive strike.
The human, obviously combat-trained, clashes with the humungous troll with ease. As Jaedyn throws up a clawed hand to slash upward on the human's face to dislodge his helmet from his head, the human lashes out at Jaeydn's exposed ribs with a tucked elbow. The impact hits deftly, although it's apparent the human lacks plate on his elbows. A bruise-on-contact forms, and Jaedyn backs up briefly. He bends on his knees, and looses a blood-curdling roar. The vibrations from the troll's throat could be heard bouncing off the human's plate in all directions as it sustained auditory impact. The human scoffs, again, "To the death, then!"
This exclamation renews Jaedyn's strength, and he rushes forward with new determination. The human crosses his blades in an X, ready to lash out to parry an attack. In a flurry, Jaedyn throws up a mimic claw to dislodge the human's helmet, but feints. Alon doesn't react in time, throwing his same elbow at the troll's rib. Jaedyn switches down his blades, pulling them down fierce on his bracer. The claws penetrate the plate, and the sheer power of the single strike does much close to shatter the human's wrist. In reflex, he drops the blade.
The blade slams into the dirt, and Jaedyn listlessly unfocuses a leg to kick away the blade, out of reach. The human's other arm now crosses by his chest, on guard but practically useless. His other blade is poised in the air, placed horizontally in the air ready for a stab. Jaedyn reads the signal, and rips forward with both claws in an X at Alon's chest, attempting to rend open his plate. The human feints, though, throwing his arm down and slamming the blade pommel into Jaedyn's head. The wolf mask absorbs much impact, but the jarring vibrations shoot down through him. His spine quivers, and his vision blinks mercilessly. Finding himself unbalanced, he falls back a few steps. Angry at this human for having landed some hits on him, Jaedyn brings out the previously stored anger and combines it with his rage. His mind swimming, adrenaline soars through his veins like a jet engine. He sprints forward at the human again, snarling loud.
The human receives Jaedyn much the same, almost too ready for him. His blade dances up to parry a slash from Jaedyn's claw, but it is soon beaten mercilessly into a vertical standstill as Jaedyn's claws bare down on him mercilessly. A slash is taken down on Alon's wrist, almost like the same, but his plate upholds. It dents, not doing much to the underneath. Alon swings his arm back, trying to bring his sword down in a wide arc-slash into Jaedyn's shoulder. As defense, the human braces up his useless arm across his chest, and it is thoroughly mangled. Plate is torn through, and Jaedyn continues bringing down tremendous slashes on the human in any way possible. Loud screeches are heard as metal tears through metal, and Alon's flesh is rended. Blood shoots out from the wounds, and a sharp snap can be heard from beneath as his forearm breaks. Alon yells out, bringing down his sword as needed.
The sword slams down on Jaedyn's shoulderplate, slamming his upper body down. He is forced to catch himself on a knee as the vibration drives through him and pure momentum brings him to his knee. Almost as if a practiced motion, the human lashes out with a knee to bash Jaedyn in the face. Pushing out his hands, he catches the knee in air and pushes back off of it. He crouches, feet from the human. He pants rather loud, sweat and blood coating his chest and some of his face. Blood runs down his face and mingles with his spit and tusk from his lip, and a softball-sized bruise had formed on the bottom of his ribcage.
Jaedyn's vision slightly hazes, and he watches blood pour from Alon's arm. His heartbeat becomes louder in his head, and his limbs become revitalized with the essence of a battle surely won. Bursting with adrenaline and determination, Jaedyn rushes forward again, resuming his titanic slashes. One slash hits the human dull in the helmet, and it dents inward a couple inches. Another hits upward, and the tin can flies off Alon's head. Below exposes a black crew-cut, and a contorted human face with high-defined features and deep-set eyes. His brown, maroon-tinted eyes share that much of a fierce tiger in a hunt, and he slashes forward at Jaedyn.
The troll doesn't falter as the blade sinks deep into his side, slicing a gash upon the flesh near his ribs. Inside, his anger and adrenaline flare anew. Outside, he continues.
Jaedyn pushes forward with a strength unmeasurable. His hatred of mankind flourishes into his anger, his pain the source of anger. He voids his feelings, the eyesight blurring. His adrenaline crashes off-chart, and his heart beat is so loud it may blow out his ear drums. His arms flow up in a indescribable motion, leaving gouges and slashes lining Alon's face. Soon, his face is naught but coated in blood. This thunderous flurry from Jaedyn lasts naught but a few moments, his chest pumping up and down from the heavy heartbeats and even heavier breathing. Dark spots appear in Jaedyn's vision, and he feels rather lightheaded. Still, though, he slashes forward, but his rage has momentarily subsided. His strikes, still power, lack the drive and only cut open the human's flesh. His heart beat remains loud, and many slashes and gashes have appeared on Jaedyn during his nulling.
Alon disengages, huffing. Blood spurts up from his mouth, and he roars much like Jaedyn had. His muscles quiver under the plate, his chest heaving as much as Jaedyn's. Alon had been blindly angered from the start, and it was only making it worse for him. Blood coats Jaedyn's midsection, and he charges again. In a whirlwind motion, Alon slashes down Jaedyn's chest, opening a gash from his upper left collarbone down to his right hipbone. Blood ripples on the surface, and Jaedyn looses a horrific howl of pain. Blood pour onto the Gurubashi arena surface, and Jaedyn's intensity climbs higher and higher as his adrenaline rockets and his anger builds. He charges forward, his reflexes perked, and catches the human's wrist as he tries to downward slash at Jaedyn. He stops the arm mid-air, and doesn't hesitate. Alon realizes his situation, and throws up his arm to save his exposed self-- it was all but too late.
A sickening crunch is heard as Jaedyn's claw plunges into Alon's throat, slicing throat muscle and cartilage. He gurgles loudly, and Jaedyn rips out the claw with a downward sweep, ripping open the human's throat. Blood shoots out, coating Jaedyn's face in a bright red sheen. Rain begins to rapidly descend from the sky, bringing the blood off of Jaedyn, and mixing it sickly into the soon-to-be mud on the ground. Jaedyn huffs.
The troll attempts to control his breathing, and collapses onto his knees. His mind is everywhere, and his vision is very badly blurring. Blood flows from his wounds rapidly, alarmingly. He breaths heavy still, his vision dotting with black spots as he balances on the verge of unconsciousness. He throws his head forward, the wolf mask flying off of his head, and his dark-blue dreads fling out in a huge tangle into the rain. Almost instantly, they are soaked. Jaedyn steadies himself to see clearly, only enough to see the mangled human's corpse be carried from the ring by two hulking Ogres. The goblin arena-master shouts incoherently, and he is quickly assured it was a deathmatch.
Jaedyn catches a look, hazed and blurry, of a brown-adorned troll approach him. A huge piece of battle-painted bark hangs on his back, and a wickedly green-glowing hammer off his waistline. He kneels before Jaedyn, and places a hand on his chest. The area around them fills with the smell of lilacs, honey, and burning firewood. It relaxes Jaedyn, and Zava's hand fills with green energy. It guides the liquid rain into a healing method, and Jaedyn can only recall his last moments of consciousness. Zava speaks, and his voice is rich and deep.
"Sleep now, brotha'."
Everything goes black.
~R.I.P Alon, my short-tempered, self-loathing war Veteran. He will be missed.~
Just as a follow-up post. Alon was a deleted character that was never really wrapped up, so here it is. This would be a good bit of time ago, but not more than a month at best-- I can't right remember when him and Celen fought. I'm not aware if I still have Zava, but at the time I would've.
I'm not sure if I'm allowed, but all characters involved here accept for Celen are alts of mine...so my troll fought my human, and then was healed by my troll. Hopefully allowed?
Jaedyn lifts his head, the strong vegetation musk of Stranglethorn mingling on the horizon of breaking midday. Blood is in the air, whether of human or animal unknown. Jaedyn sits alone, mere paces from the entrance to Gurubashi arena. He adorns his regular leather attire, his blood-stained yellow claws dangling from his scraps of a belt. He glares out from under his wolf mask, surveying around himself. He thinks, often aloud.
"Gahd dam' elfie'...", He looks down to his midsection, a huge, healed gash visible as a scar-to-be. He recollects his battle with the elf named Celen in the arena, and his anger had gotten the best of him. He had underestimated her because she was a female, and she had kicked a sword through him. (Yes, -through- him.) He had made horribly makeshift bandages from scraps of his leather harness after the battle, wrapped himself up, and traveled to Booty Bay. There, he had payed some meager coin for half-ass goblin healing brews and some healing attention from a local priestess who seemed to hate her life almost as much as Jaedyn hated his own.
Alone, angry....misunderstood...raging, spiteful....A beaten dog, just continued to be beaten....
Jaedyn, over time, had allowed his midsection to heal. Now the pain was only equivalent to being punched in the gut. He stretches it, moving his body back and forth. He tenses his muscles, feeling them hulk against the bone structure of his body. He grins, his face contorted in a mix of sour delight and anger.
The clanking of plate can be heard, and at a glance Jaedyn sees naught but a plate-bug, waddling down the Stranglethorn road. Only when he turns to the arena does Jaedyn's interest perk, and he hurriedly makes a way behind the human.
A shuffling of feet and a grunt bring them both to a standstill at the arena seats, the down-trodden dirt of the arena naught but feet below. He holds his sour adornment, and turns to the human. The human, also naught but feet away, seems to be avidly swearing under his breath and hitting out at the air with a clenched fist. Easy prey.
"Ey', mon'. Dah' fock yah' prollm'?" He grins sour, knowing he is riling for a reaction. The human turns, a metal sheet covering his face. When he speaks, it is much of growl and is echoed around eerily in his helmet.
"Mind your own damn business, vermin!-- Else I'll be forced to tear the bowels from your very body." The human's voice is deep, ragged, and full of unmeasurable hatred. He finishes each pronounced word with much of a spitting sound, almost intentionally insulting.
The anger bubbles below Jaedyn's surface, but he does naught but store it away. Time and experience had taught him to use his anger to his advantage, so he only remained calm. Just a slight hint of scorn could be detected in his voice.
"Wha' ya' nam', brudda? Yah' see'm'righ' fih' fo' a battl'." He smirks, only inviting imagined insult. The human catches the bait relentlessly.
"My name is Alon, vermin. What I need here is not of your concern," He seems to think for a moment, then scoffs.
Confidently, the human turns on his heels and approaches the ramp to the lower-part of the arena. As he plate boots brush against the dirt, a puffy cloud arises of dust and dirt particles. Before the human could even reach the bottom of the ramp, though, Jaedyn had launched himself from the stands to the ground below. As he lands, he bends his knees and contorts into a slight roll, coming up into a mix of a Zandali fighting stance, his muscles braced and claws flashing in the sun. The human draws two red blades, to match his almost-blinding bright red armor attire. The swords are rather fanciful, as if of antiquity of high value. The sun sparkles off the human's adornments, almost like a rising sun in comparison to Jaedyn. Without giving much time for leeway, Jaedyn charges for the preemptive strike.
Anger...hate...the need for blood. The want to kill, to end a life...the fury...the adrenaline...the pain....So much pain...
The human, obviously combat-trained, clashes with the humungous troll with ease. As Jaedyn throws up a clawed hand to slash upward on the human's face to dislodge his helmet from his head, the human lashes out at Jaeydn's exposed ribs with a tucked elbow. The impact hits deftly, although it's apparent the human lacks plate on his elbows. A bruise-on-contact forms, and Jaedyn backs up briefly. He bends on his knees, and looses a blood-curdling roar. The vibrations from the troll's throat could be heard bouncing off the human's plate in all directions as it sustained auditory impact. The human scoffs, again, "To the death, then!"
This exclamation renews Jaedyn's strength, and he rushes forward with new determination. The human crosses his blades in an X, ready to lash out to parry an attack. In a flurry, Jaedyn throws up a mimic claw to dislodge the human's helmet, but feints. Alon doesn't react in time, throwing his same elbow at the troll's rib. Jaedyn switches down his blades, pulling them down fierce on his bracer. The claws penetrate the plate, and the sheer power of the single strike does much close to shatter the human's wrist. In reflex, he drops the blade.
The blade slams into the dirt, and Jaedyn listlessly unfocuses a leg to kick away the blade, out of reach. The human's other arm now crosses by his chest, on guard but practically useless. His other blade is poised in the air, placed horizontally in the air ready for a stab. Jaedyn reads the signal, and rips forward with both claws in an X at Alon's chest, attempting to rend open his plate. The human feints, though, throwing his arm down and slamming the blade pommel into Jaedyn's head. The wolf mask absorbs much impact, but the jarring vibrations shoot down through him. His spine quivers, and his vision blinks mercilessly. Finding himself unbalanced, he falls back a few steps. Angry at this human for having landed some hits on him, Jaedyn brings out the previously stored anger and combines it with his rage. His mind swimming, adrenaline soars through his veins like a jet engine. He sprints forward at the human again, snarling loud.
The human receives Jaedyn much the same, almost too ready for him. His blade dances up to parry a slash from Jaedyn's claw, but it is soon beaten mercilessly into a vertical standstill as Jaedyn's claws bare down on him mercilessly. A slash is taken down on Alon's wrist, almost like the same, but his plate upholds. It dents, not doing much to the underneath. Alon swings his arm back, trying to bring his sword down in a wide arc-slash into Jaedyn's shoulder. As defense, the human braces up his useless arm across his chest, and it is thoroughly mangled. Plate is torn through, and Jaedyn continues bringing down tremendous slashes on the human in any way possible. Loud screeches are heard as metal tears through metal, and Alon's flesh is rended. Blood shoots out from the wounds, and a sharp snap can be heard from beneath as his forearm breaks. Alon yells out, bringing down his sword as needed.
The sword slams down on Jaedyn's shoulderplate, slamming his upper body down. He is forced to catch himself on a knee as the vibration drives through him and pure momentum brings him to his knee. Almost as if a practiced motion, the human lashes out with a knee to bash Jaedyn in the face. Pushing out his hands, he catches the knee in air and pushes back off of it. He crouches, feet from the human. He pants rather loud, sweat and blood coating his chest and some of his face. Blood runs down his face and mingles with his spit and tusk from his lip, and a softball-sized bruise had formed on the bottom of his ribcage.
The pain...the agony...so much pain...and the blood...so much blood...must...have...more....
Jaedyn's vision slightly hazes, and he watches blood pour from Alon's arm. His heartbeat becomes louder in his head, and his limbs become revitalized with the essence of a battle surely won. Bursting with adrenaline and determination, Jaedyn rushes forward again, resuming his titanic slashes. One slash hits the human dull in the helmet, and it dents inward a couple inches. Another hits upward, and the tin can flies off Alon's head. Below exposes a black crew-cut, and a contorted human face with high-defined features and deep-set eyes. His brown, maroon-tinted eyes share that much of a fierce tiger in a hunt, and he slashes forward at Jaedyn.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
The troll doesn't falter as the blade sinks deep into his side, slicing a gash upon the flesh near his ribs. Inside, his anger and adrenaline flare anew. Outside, he continues.
THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP
Jaedyn pushes forward with a strength unmeasurable. His hatred of mankind flourishes into his anger, his pain the source of anger. He voids his feelings, the eyesight blurring. His adrenaline crashes off-chart, and his heart beat is so loud it may blow out his ear drums. His arms flow up in a indescribable motion, leaving gouges and slashes lining Alon's face. Soon, his face is naught but coated in blood. This thunderous flurry from Jaedyn lasts naught but a few moments, his chest pumping up and down from the heavy heartbeats and even heavier breathing. Dark spots appear in Jaedyn's vision, and he feels rather lightheaded. Still, though, he slashes forward, but his rage has momentarily subsided. His strikes, still power, lack the drive and only cut open the human's flesh. His heart beat remains loud, and many slashes and gashes have appeared on Jaedyn during his nulling.
Alon disengages, huffing. Blood spurts up from his mouth, and he roars much like Jaedyn had. His muscles quiver under the plate, his chest heaving as much as Jaedyn's. Alon had been blindly angered from the start, and it was only making it worse for him. Blood coats Jaedyn's midsection, and he charges again. In a whirlwind motion, Alon slashes down Jaedyn's chest, opening a gash from his upper left collarbone down to his right hipbone. Blood ripples on the surface, and Jaedyn looses a horrific howl of pain. Blood pour onto the Gurubashi arena surface, and Jaedyn's intensity climbs higher and higher as his adrenaline rockets and his anger builds. He charges forward, his reflexes perked, and catches the human's wrist as he tries to downward slash at Jaedyn. He stops the arm mid-air, and doesn't hesitate. Alon realizes his situation, and throws up his arm to save his exposed self-- it was all but too late.
A sickening crunch is heard as Jaedyn's claw plunges into Alon's throat, slicing throat muscle and cartilage. He gurgles loudly, and Jaedyn rips out the claw with a downward sweep, ripping open the human's throat. Blood shoots out, coating Jaedyn's face in a bright red sheen. Rain begins to rapidly descend from the sky, bringing the blood off of Jaedyn, and mixing it sickly into the soon-to-be mud on the ground. Jaedyn huffs.
The troll attempts to control his breathing, and collapses onto his knees. His mind is everywhere, and his vision is very badly blurring. Blood flows from his wounds rapidly, alarmingly. He breaths heavy still, his vision dotting with black spots as he balances on the verge of unconsciousness. He throws his head forward, the wolf mask flying off of his head, and his dark-blue dreads fling out in a huge tangle into the rain. Almost instantly, they are soaked. Jaedyn steadies himself to see clearly, only enough to see the mangled human's corpse be carried from the ring by two hulking Ogres. The goblin arena-master shouts incoherently, and he is quickly assured it was a deathmatch.
....So....much....pain....only....darkness....
Jaedyn catches a look, hazed and blurry, of a brown-adorned troll approach him. A huge piece of battle-painted bark hangs on his back, and a wickedly green-glowing hammer off his waistline. He kneels before Jaedyn, and places a hand on his chest. The area around them fills with the smell of lilacs, honey, and burning firewood. It relaxes Jaedyn, and Zava's hand fills with green energy. It guides the liquid rain into a healing method, and Jaedyn can only recall his last moments of consciousness. Zava speaks, and his voice is rich and deep.
"Sleep now, brotha'."
Everything goes black.
~R.I.P Alon, my short-tempered, self-loathing war Veteran. He will be missed.~
Just as a follow-up post. Alon was a deleted character that was never really wrapped up, so here it is. This would be a good bit of time ago, but not more than a month at best-- I can't right remember when him and Celen fought. I'm not aware if I still have Zava, but at the time I would've.
I'm not sure if I'm allowed, but all characters involved here accept for Celen are alts of mine...so my troll fought my human, and then was healed by my troll. Hopefully allowed?
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