08-13-2012, 01:36 PM
Seemingly a normal day in the Maul. They call it a ring, but it's actually a rectangle. Damn Ogres. Dalka had made her way back to the arena to prove herself. Recent insecurities had taken her down, and she felt the need to smash some face in to regain that confidence.
Well, it was all going well. She met a friendly (comparatively) Arena Master. She watched some flower-pickers get their face smashed in by wild beasts. She even got to jeer at them! It was a perfect day, the sun shined and the Ogres roared.
That is... until McBryant. A big bugger sauntered in the ring. She thought nothing of it - a Human? Please. She eats Humans for breakfast, in a figurative sense. Then, Magoram, that son-of-a-motherless-goat, pitched her up against the bugger. In her own words.. "'Can' wait' t' bash this little shite."
Let me tell you, no shite was bashed this day. The Human happened to be a fellow Gladiator. That she wasn't expecting. But, hey, that's not a problem, is it? She's taken them on before.
The Ogres screamed for blood, and oh were they given what they wanted. Blow after blow was exchanged. Blood spilled from both parties. In the end, Dalka probably could've felled the brute in one more blow. But he got there first. He stabbed right at her gut with his mighty claymore and she didn't have time to evade it. She went down like a ton of bricks, nearing unconsciousness.
Vision blurred, head swimming and body crying out in protest, Dalka tried to blink some semblance of coherence back into herself. She could barely make out a foot on her shoulder and a blade pointed over her chest, but she just couldn't bring herself to act. Her limbs felt like pillars of stone. Swaying her head to the right, she managed to focus her vision somewhat.
'Magoram the Manflayer' he calls himself. "Stupid fuckin' name, tha'." The Hulking Orc was some kind of Arena Master. She preferred the Goblins. Derick's sword hovered high over her heart and Magoram's hand slowly raised to a horizontal level, his hand curling into a fist.
The Ogres roared for blood. They wanted death. Seeing an experienced Gladiator fall like this was the luck of the century for the fat oafs. Yet, somehow, even the tension got through their thick skulls and the ring was silent for a moment.
Magoram's thumb jutted out, horizontal. It was up to him to decide the fate of the fledgeling. His hand spinned, and a gasp was heard from the Ogres. The same instant, Derick's blade went down like a lightning bolt. Dalka's body arched in agony as her heart was pierced, her vision blackening slowly. Then, he twisted the blade. Her light was extinguished.
Luckily for her she told the secretary her next of kin.
_____________________________________________________________
Killer: Derick McBryant.
Date: 13th of August.
Cause of Death: Blade through the heart.
Resurrector: Maku Bonethunder
Starting Date of Activity: 20th of August.
Well, it was all going well. She met a friendly (comparatively) Arena Master. She watched some flower-pickers get their face smashed in by wild beasts. She even got to jeer at them! It was a perfect day, the sun shined and the Ogres roared.
That is... until McBryant. A big bugger sauntered in the ring. She thought nothing of it - a Human? Please. She eats Humans for breakfast, in a figurative sense. Then, Magoram, that son-of-a-motherless-goat, pitched her up against the bugger. In her own words.. "'Can' wait' t' bash this little shite."
Let me tell you, no shite was bashed this day. The Human happened to be a fellow Gladiator. That she wasn't expecting. But, hey, that's not a problem, is it? She's taken them on before.
The Ogres screamed for blood, and oh were they given what they wanted. Blow after blow was exchanged. Blood spilled from both parties. In the end, Dalka probably could've felled the brute in one more blow. But he got there first. He stabbed right at her gut with his mighty claymore and she didn't have time to evade it. She went down like a ton of bricks, nearing unconsciousness.
Vision blurred, head swimming and body crying out in protest, Dalka tried to blink some semblance of coherence back into herself. She could barely make out a foot on her shoulder and a blade pointed over her chest, but she just couldn't bring herself to act. Her limbs felt like pillars of stone. Swaying her head to the right, she managed to focus her vision somewhat.
'Magoram the Manflayer' he calls himself. "Stupid fuckin' name, tha'." The Hulking Orc was some kind of Arena Master. She preferred the Goblins. Derick's sword hovered high over her heart and Magoram's hand slowly raised to a horizontal level, his hand curling into a fist.
The Ogres roared for blood. They wanted death. Seeing an experienced Gladiator fall like this was the luck of the century for the fat oafs. Yet, somehow, even the tension got through their thick skulls and the ring was silent for a moment.
Magoram's thumb jutted out, horizontal. It was up to him to decide the fate of the fledgeling. His hand spinned, and a gasp was heard from the Ogres. The same instant, Derick's blade went down like a lightning bolt. Dalka's body arched in agony as her heart was pierced, her vision blackening slowly. Then, he twisted the blade. Her light was extinguished.
Luckily for her she told the secretary her next of kin.
_____________________________________________________________
Killer: Derick McBryant.
Date: 13th of August.
Cause of Death: Blade through the heart.
Resurrector: Maku Bonethunder
Starting Date of Activity: 20th of August.
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