10-02-2010, 07:14 AM
FWOOH FWOOH FWOooh fwooh...
Kaz's throwing axe left his hand with the speed and power only an expert with the weapon can muster. As the weapon fled from it's master's hand, like a man running from a stampede of Kodo, it's ultra-sharp edge flickered with the smallest spark of electricity.
Fwooh fwooh...
As it moved toward the orc's head some meters away from Kaz, the small spark exploded into life, leaving behind a miniature trail from the head of the axe. It rotated one last time...
Fwooh...
Before making contact with the orc's skull.
Th-ck!
The green-skinned man stood completely still for a moment, before beginning to topple backward from the force of the weapon, but just as he began to fall, the magic imbued in the axe burst forward, sending the orc flying backward across the arena. He sailed through the air almost five feet, body completely limp, before slamming into the ground.
Thud.
Kaz turned to his left, and drew his two small hand-scythes from his side. He held them above his head, and let several bolts of electricity arc between them for the pleasure of the crowd, before confronting the two remaining enemies now in front of him. They were slaves, this, a match that Kaz was destined to win. It was a cruel fight, and Kaz knew it deep down, but he was getting payed too much not to continue. “Fo' da crowd...†He muttered, before twirling his two weapons in a flamboyant manner.
The two green-skins charged at the one-tusked mass of muscle, and arena-bound fury. The first raised a massive bone of a long-dead beast above his head with both hands, while the other pulled back a fist almost large enough to envelope Kaz's head. Their eyes were wild, like that of a rabid dog let loose in the streets of the bay; Kaz knew their type, he'd fought many like them before. They were wild, but predictable, always trying to strike the same way.
The troll met the orc on the left's club with his own right scythe, as the two connected, Kaz twisted his own weapon to disarm the first orc. As he moved, in the same fluid motion, he twisted his body around, so that his back was facing his opponents. His free left scythe met the second orc's face with the expected results. The scythe cut through the man's cheek, and then got caught in his lower jaw, completely piercing it. Blood began to leave the man's jaw like water from a faucet.
Kaz growled as he felt his weapon get stuck, and yanked down as hard as he could. The weapon dug further into the bone of the man's jaw, but pulled him down to the ground in any case. Kaz had to abandon his weapon in the man's face, much to the pleasure of the crowd. Now, as he turned to face the first orc, he was met by a solid kick to the chest, which knocked him backward onto his ass about three feet away.
It took him a moment to catch his breath, but that moment was all the first orc needed to pounce on his opponent, straddling Kaz's waist, the orc started to pummel the grounded troll's face. Kaz held his hands up to block the blows, but it did little to help. He went out on a limb, and tried to bring his sole weapon around, to smack the man with the dull, side of the blade.
He felt his weapon connect, his feeling confirmed when the rain of blows on him lightened up for a moment. The orc's weight shifted as he moved with the slam to the temple, and Kaz used that to push up off the ground. Before the orc even knew what was happening, Kaz was on top of him, the green-skinned slave being beaten time after time by the troll's fists. The orc was a bloody mess within moments, and with a long cut added down the length of his left arm via Kaz's scythe, he was slowly bleeding out.
Kaz grabbed the man by his short top knot, and pulled him up, the orc barely able to stand. He fitted the scythe around the man's neck, pulling his hair up as to show the crowd the orc's neck. For the last several fights, Kaz had been doing this... The crowd seemed to like it, and it put his scythes to good use, so, it ended up working out. Just as Kaz pulled back with the deadly-sharp inside curve of his scythe, the other orc staggered to a stand, scythe still in his jaw.
Kaz growled, not bothering to turn, finishing the job of slitting his current captor's throat first. He heard the sole orc charge, not caring to pull the weapon stuck in his face free. Even if he tried, it was likely stuck too far in by this point any way. The crowd roared, some screamed for Kaz, others for the orc. There were those still, who screamed just because blood was being shed, and in the most brutal way possible. Kaz finally turned to face his enemy, and as the man tried to tackle him down, Kaz stepped to the side.
As if in slow motion, he grabbed the handle of his weapon that was still lodged in the orc's jaw bone, and pulled as hard as he could. With the forward momentum of the orc, and the sudden stop of the weapon, the man's jaw was ruined in an instant; Kaz's scythe cut straight through the rest of his jaw bone, but in the same moment, dislocated it so far, that his jaw sagged off of his face, held on simply by the muscle tissue and skin.
The orc fell face first into the dirt, adding to the terrible jaw injury, instantly knocking him out. Kaz, the victor, raised his two bloody weapons high to the spectators, before stepping over to the jaw-less orc to slit his throat, just as with the man before him...
* * *
Kaz'zan took the final step off the ramp leading out of the grand arena, his padded blue foot making little noise as it touched the worn down stone that his ancestors had laid down. The troll wiped the blood from his face, and the gore from his shirtless chest, before looking around at the crowds around him. Aside from the occasional greeting from one of the men or women who had just seen Kaz's fight, it was like nothing had ever happened. Like three men hadn't just lost their lives in a fight that they could have never won...
The shaman looked back into the pit with a slight grimace, before turning to step into the river of people walking from the arena. He pushed his way through the crowd, until he reached a small haven from the arena-goers; An alcove to the side of the main walkway. It was here that he watched the people pass. The old, the young, the ancient... Everyone was willing (And happy) to watch the deaths of others, but there was little honor in killing the way Kaz was. He wanted something more, a challenge... He turned his head, eyes locking onto a slightly tattered piece of paper not a foot from his head.
The troll yanked it down from the wall, and set back out into the crowd, making a beeline for his raptor. Once mounted, the young gladiator-to-be would spur his favored mount in the direction of Booty Bay to find the next ship launching out to Steamgear Island...
Kaz's throwing axe left his hand with the speed and power only an expert with the weapon can muster. As the weapon fled from it's master's hand, like a man running from a stampede of Kodo, it's ultra-sharp edge flickered with the smallest spark of electricity.
Fwooh fwooh...
As it moved toward the orc's head some meters away from Kaz, the small spark exploded into life, leaving behind a miniature trail from the head of the axe. It rotated one last time...
Fwooh...
Before making contact with the orc's skull.
Th-ck!
The green-skinned man stood completely still for a moment, before beginning to topple backward from the force of the weapon, but just as he began to fall, the magic imbued in the axe burst forward, sending the orc flying backward across the arena. He sailed through the air almost five feet, body completely limp, before slamming into the ground.
Thud.
Kaz turned to his left, and drew his two small hand-scythes from his side. He held them above his head, and let several bolts of electricity arc between them for the pleasure of the crowd, before confronting the two remaining enemies now in front of him. They were slaves, this, a match that Kaz was destined to win. It was a cruel fight, and Kaz knew it deep down, but he was getting payed too much not to continue. “Fo' da crowd...†He muttered, before twirling his two weapons in a flamboyant manner.
The two green-skins charged at the one-tusked mass of muscle, and arena-bound fury. The first raised a massive bone of a long-dead beast above his head with both hands, while the other pulled back a fist almost large enough to envelope Kaz's head. Their eyes were wild, like that of a rabid dog let loose in the streets of the bay; Kaz knew their type, he'd fought many like them before. They were wild, but predictable, always trying to strike the same way.
The troll met the orc on the left's club with his own right scythe, as the two connected, Kaz twisted his own weapon to disarm the first orc. As he moved, in the same fluid motion, he twisted his body around, so that his back was facing his opponents. His free left scythe met the second orc's face with the expected results. The scythe cut through the man's cheek, and then got caught in his lower jaw, completely piercing it. Blood began to leave the man's jaw like water from a faucet.
Kaz growled as he felt his weapon get stuck, and yanked down as hard as he could. The weapon dug further into the bone of the man's jaw, but pulled him down to the ground in any case. Kaz had to abandon his weapon in the man's face, much to the pleasure of the crowd. Now, as he turned to face the first orc, he was met by a solid kick to the chest, which knocked him backward onto his ass about three feet away.
It took him a moment to catch his breath, but that moment was all the first orc needed to pounce on his opponent, straddling Kaz's waist, the orc started to pummel the grounded troll's face. Kaz held his hands up to block the blows, but it did little to help. He went out on a limb, and tried to bring his sole weapon around, to smack the man with the dull, side of the blade.
He felt his weapon connect, his feeling confirmed when the rain of blows on him lightened up for a moment. The orc's weight shifted as he moved with the slam to the temple, and Kaz used that to push up off the ground. Before the orc even knew what was happening, Kaz was on top of him, the green-skinned slave being beaten time after time by the troll's fists. The orc was a bloody mess within moments, and with a long cut added down the length of his left arm via Kaz's scythe, he was slowly bleeding out.
Kaz grabbed the man by his short top knot, and pulled him up, the orc barely able to stand. He fitted the scythe around the man's neck, pulling his hair up as to show the crowd the orc's neck. For the last several fights, Kaz had been doing this... The crowd seemed to like it, and it put his scythes to good use, so, it ended up working out. Just as Kaz pulled back with the deadly-sharp inside curve of his scythe, the other orc staggered to a stand, scythe still in his jaw.
Kaz growled, not bothering to turn, finishing the job of slitting his current captor's throat first. He heard the sole orc charge, not caring to pull the weapon stuck in his face free. Even if he tried, it was likely stuck too far in by this point any way. The crowd roared, some screamed for Kaz, others for the orc. There were those still, who screamed just because blood was being shed, and in the most brutal way possible. Kaz finally turned to face his enemy, and as the man tried to tackle him down, Kaz stepped to the side.
As if in slow motion, he grabbed the handle of his weapon that was still lodged in the orc's jaw bone, and pulled as hard as he could. With the forward momentum of the orc, and the sudden stop of the weapon, the man's jaw was ruined in an instant; Kaz's scythe cut straight through the rest of his jaw bone, but in the same moment, dislocated it so far, that his jaw sagged off of his face, held on simply by the muscle tissue and skin.
The orc fell face first into the dirt, adding to the terrible jaw injury, instantly knocking him out. Kaz, the victor, raised his two bloody weapons high to the spectators, before stepping over to the jaw-less orc to slit his throat, just as with the man before him...
* * *
Kaz'zan took the final step off the ramp leading out of the grand arena, his padded blue foot making little noise as it touched the worn down stone that his ancestors had laid down. The troll wiped the blood from his face, and the gore from his shirtless chest, before looking around at the crowds around him. Aside from the occasional greeting from one of the men or women who had just seen Kaz's fight, it was like nothing had ever happened. Like three men hadn't just lost their lives in a fight that they could have never won...
The shaman looked back into the pit with a slight grimace, before turning to step into the river of people walking from the arena. He pushed his way through the crowd, until he reached a small haven from the arena-goers; An alcove to the side of the main walkway. It was here that he watched the people pass. The old, the young, the ancient... Everyone was willing (And happy) to watch the deaths of others, but there was little honor in killing the way Kaz was. He wanted something more, a challenge... He turned his head, eyes locking onto a slightly tattered piece of paper not a foot from his head.
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The troll yanked it down from the wall, and set back out into the crowd, making a beeline for his raptor. Once mounted, the young gladiator-to-be would spur his favored mount in the direction of Booty Bay to find the next ship launching out to Steamgear Island...