For this event was an extra large stadium, good to house all sorts of people. This was the main event of the day and people were aching to this last man standing battle. It would become brutal, to be sure. The arena was filled with platforms and walls ready to be used by inventive fighters to their advantage.
There was no announcer for this event. What this was spoke for itself. No judges were needed and the audience didn't need to get excited. They already were. Underneath their feet were the selected fighters. Like tradition dictates, these fighters were put in cages and once they opened they would fight each other with the weaponry provided within the arena. On the walls were all sorts of weapons; swords, axes, hammers etc. All of them were blunt of course. It wasn't allowed to actually kill anyone during the fight.
In one of the cages was a Minotaur named Borge. He was a massive beast with shaggy black fur and large horns, wearing nothing but a loincloth. The bull was agited as all hell, constantly bashing against against the cage he was in. Borge was one of the monsters who feasted upon dead Kobold. Much like Vos Valkearians who were left behind in camp, this one couldn't let go of his energy.
There was no announcer for this event. What this was spoke for itself. No judges were needed and the audience didn't need to get excited. They already were. Underneath their feet were the selected fighters. Like tradition dictates, these fighters were put in cages and once they opened they would fight each other with the weaponry provided within the arena. On the walls were all sorts of weapons; swords, axes, hammers etc. All of them were blunt of course. It wasn't allowed to actually kill anyone during the fight.
In one of the cages was a Minotaur named Borge. He was a massive beast with shaggy black fur and large horns, wearing nothing but a loincloth. The bull was agited as all hell, constantly bashing against against the cage he was in. Borge was one of the monsters who feasted upon dead Kobold. Much like Vos Valkearians who were left behind in camp, this one couldn't let go of his energy.
Archer was sitting in the cage, a little glum. He was told he couldn't use his weapon. But he was good with swords at least. "Hey, is this a solo thing, or do people from each camp allowed to team?" he asked a person walking the corridors.
Yet another member of the Terelain military (but then, it was the day of combat and that always got the Moralinri Terelains enthusiastic) was preparing themselves for the fun times ahead. Unlike the serene archer or the eager prince, however, this man walked with all the deadly grace of an apex predator. His fur was black and grey, silver scars decorated his body, many hidden by the plain and unadorned leather armour he wore; a simple breastplate and kilt with some knee-guards. His eyes were blue and cold as ice as he observed the rest of his competition, not seeming to be all that worried by what he saw, nor was he unduly bothered about being separated from his own weapon.
This was Lord Commander Moralin Shahir, Moralinri-born through and through, he was commander of the Royal Guard and head of the security detail for His Highness the Prince and Her Grace the Duchess-in-waiting. Normally he wouldn't be here, instead looming near one of his charges and intimidating pretty much everyone within eye-shot. However, in the spirit of the tournament, the prince had suggested that Moralin take part in one of the combat events 'to have a good time and win glory for the kingdom and all that rhetoric that won't work on you, old friend'. He'd protested, vehemently. The suggestion became an order. He protested louder. Nathaniel had written to his father to enforce his order, and Moralin had caved when Erisad had agreed with it. He could rage against the young stripling who he'd knocked for six every other day of the week in training, but he respected the King too much to go against his wishes...
So here he was, standing in a cage and watching people go about their own preparations, weighing them all. He gave the minotaur forty seconds, tops. He tilted his head as he heard archer inquire about teaming up. That would be interesting to know. Not that he wanted to team up with the human. He'd heard about his discourtesy towards Nariel the other day, and was rather looking forward to showing him the error of his ways. He was rather close to the girl, and he considered her almost like a daughter (just don't tell her that) so he took disrespect towards her, or the boy for that matter, rather personally.
Still, it would be good to know if people could team up. It would make things interesting at least... and a small part of him admitted that beating the snot out of three or four gladiators ganging up on him would be amusing. The crowd was sure to enjoy it at least.
(Of all my Terelain characters, Moralin is probably the most 'badass'... lets just hope he makes good on his fearsome reputation xD. Are we going to be doing dice rolls for combat or just narrative?)
This was Lord Commander Moralin Shahir, Moralinri-born through and through, he was commander of the Royal Guard and head of the security detail for His Highness the Prince and Her Grace the Duchess-in-waiting. Normally he wouldn't be here, instead looming near one of his charges and intimidating pretty much everyone within eye-shot. However, in the spirit of the tournament, the prince had suggested that Moralin take part in one of the combat events 'to have a good time and win glory for the kingdom and all that rhetoric that won't work on you, old friend'. He'd protested, vehemently. The suggestion became an order. He protested louder. Nathaniel had written to his father to enforce his order, and Moralin had caved when Erisad had agreed with it. He could rage against the young stripling who he'd knocked for six every other day of the week in training, but he respected the King too much to go against his wishes...
So here he was, standing in a cage and watching people go about their own preparations, weighing them all. He gave the minotaur forty seconds, tops. He tilted his head as he heard archer inquire about teaming up. That would be interesting to know. Not that he wanted to team up with the human. He'd heard about his discourtesy towards Nariel the other day, and was rather looking forward to showing him the error of his ways. He was rather close to the girl, and he considered her almost like a daughter (just don't tell her that) so he took disrespect towards her, or the boy for that matter, rather personally.
Still, it would be good to know if people could team up. It would make things interesting at least... and a small part of him admitted that beating the snot out of three or four gladiators ganging up on him would be amusing. The crowd was sure to enjoy it at least.
(Of all my Terelain characters, Moralin is probably the most 'badass'... lets just hope he makes good on his fearsome reputation xD. Are we going to be doing dice rolls for combat or just narrative?)
Broak enters the arena, his shoulder against the large crate. Several other burly men pushed beside him, the crate sliding into the arena. Broak lifts his hand and wipes the sweat from his broad eyebrows, "Hwoo." The other men collapse around the crate, breathing heavily. Broak looks to the announcer stands, waving, "I'm not sure if they wanted this in a cage, but, its kinda already in one." His thick shoulders lift in a shrugging fashion, "Don't matter, I guess." He turns to the other men, "Catch your breath and get out of here. If you know what's good for you." Broak offers a few men a hand up, the others staggering to their feet. They leave the arena, and Broak digs in his pocket for a whistle, turning around, waiting.
{I am a fan of free-form combat.}
{I am a fan of free-form combat.}
Doza was loudly napping in his cage, he had arrived well before everyone else had and had fallen asleep from the lack of activity. He snored heavily as he had propped himself against the back wall while he slept in an upright sitting position with his legs crossed.
He wore a deep blue sarong, a belt bearing a charm from his people, shoulder pads made of a strange metal that had been cast in the shape of a skull belonging to an animal only found it the Ahuachtli lands (it had three spiked horns atop its head and long sharp teeth, his body was littered with tattoos. He also wore a skull on his face that had been painted in war paint making his own face obscured from the nose up, he had a solid and square jaw, his hair atop his head was just starting to grow back in again after he had last shaved it off a month back or so.
Time would tell when exactly he would awaken.
((YES!!! I FINALLY GET TO USE DOZA!!!))
((I'm cool with either but I do prefer free-form.))
He wore a deep blue sarong, a belt bearing a charm from his people, shoulder pads made of a strange metal that had been cast in the shape of a skull belonging to an animal only found it the Ahuachtli lands (it had three spiked horns atop its head and long sharp teeth, his body was littered with tattoos. He also wore a skull on his face that had been painted in war paint making his own face obscured from the nose up, he had a solid and square jaw, his hair atop his head was just starting to grow back in again after he had last shaved it off a month back or so.
Time would tell when exactly he would awaken.
((YES!!! I FINALLY GET TO USE DOZA!!!))
((I'm cool with either but I do prefer free-form.))
((The people have spoken! Free form it is!))
Four others would be in this fight. A burly looking Drow from Orothion, a golden Knight of Ellaram, a hedge knight by the name of Ser Kraddence and last year's champion of the Grand Tournament's gladiatorial combat scene, Duchess Elize Krasfar, a noblewoman of Alferheim so buff and powerful people hardly recognize her as a woman!
No one would answer Archer, they just snickered, which said enough about his question. No help would come. A voice suddenly called out over the arena.
"Even in old times people had a need to see blood, and today we honour the days of olde! We give you the best of what chaos has to offer! Let the carnage begin!!"
And with that the cages opened.
Borge charged out instantly. Everyone of course went for a weapon they liked, but the golden Knight was less fortunate as the raging bull charged straight into his backside, grabbing the poor knight by his legs and smashing him into the wall multiple times in a fit of rage.
Four others would be in this fight. A burly looking Drow from Orothion, a golden Knight of Ellaram, a hedge knight by the name of Ser Kraddence and last year's champion of the Grand Tournament's gladiatorial combat scene, Duchess Elize Krasfar, a noblewoman of Alferheim so buff and powerful people hardly recognize her as a woman!
No one would answer Archer, they just snickered, which said enough about his question. No help would come. A voice suddenly called out over the arena.
"Even in old times people had a need to see blood, and today we honour the days of olde! We give you the best of what chaos has to offer! Let the carnage begin!!"
And with that the cages opened.
Borge charged out instantly. Everyone of course went for a weapon they liked, but the golden Knight was less fortunate as the raging bull charged straight into his backside, grabbing the poor knight by his legs and smashing him into the wall multiple times in a fit of rage.
When his cage opened, Archer stepped out and surveyed the scene. He looked next to him and saw a dagger. He picked it up, felt the weight, then stepped into the shadows. He was going on the defensive for this.
{I cannot post, as it is late, but I will when I awake next. I made a special picture, for the starting of this event. I hope each of your holiday-nearing has been joyful, and I wish you pleasant dreams!}
Arena
Arena
Doza roused from his sleep when the horn blared announcing the beginning on the gladitorial competition. "N-zzt?!" he snorted with a start, "Is it dinner time already?" he said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up. He looked out of the now open cage just in time to see a knight in golden armor become a minotaur's rag doll. Doza merely yawned and observed from the opening of his cage as the other combatants went for their favorite weapons. The one Xilo had told him of had grabbed a puny knife and slunk into the shadows.
Doza yawned once more as he leaned against the opening of his cage before speaking again, "*YAWN* Let me see here... One on the offensive," Doza said as watched Borge abuse the gold clad knight. "...and one taking a beating. One using evasion as a means of defense..." He went on to say as he looked from the knight to Archer. "And the others still trying to get into position... Guess that means I am late to the party - per usual." Doza said as he finally stepped out of his cage.
Doza was a giant of a man, he was at least 7 feet all and was heavily muscled from head to toe. While he wore no armor his presence alone would make one rethink about coming against him with any weapon.
His tattoos began to glow a bright aqua blue as did the charm affixed to his sarong. His skin began to darken in the center of his bare chest and between his shoulder blades on his thickly muscled back. Like roots spreading across his entire body from its points of origin his skin was darkening anywhere his tattoos didn't cover. It was slow moving but eventually every last inch would be covered.
Doza looked around and found the weapons he desired completely untouched. Two identical tower shields, each one having their straps twisted so their length would travel the length of Doza's arms. He then picked up two short swords that looked more like daggers in his large hands.
"It will be a few moments, but by the time my weapons wear out on me my skin should be ready." Doza said as he threw his arm back to both deflect and enemy attack as well as knock the said enemy into an open cage.
Doza yawned once more as he leaned against the opening of his cage before speaking again, "*YAWN* Let me see here... One on the offensive," Doza said as watched Borge abuse the gold clad knight. "...and one taking a beating. One using evasion as a means of defense..." He went on to say as he looked from the knight to Archer. "And the others still trying to get into position... Guess that means I am late to the party - per usual." Doza said as he finally stepped out of his cage.
Doza was a giant of a man, he was at least 7 feet all and was heavily muscled from head to toe. While he wore no armor his presence alone would make one rethink about coming against him with any weapon.
His tattoos began to glow a bright aqua blue as did the charm affixed to his sarong. His skin began to darken in the center of his bare chest and between his shoulder blades on his thickly muscled back. Like roots spreading across his entire body from its points of origin his skin was darkening anywhere his tattoos didn't cover. It was slow moving but eventually every last inch would be covered.
Doza looked around and found the weapons he desired completely untouched. Two identical tower shields, each one having their straps twisted so their length would travel the length of Doza's arms. He then picked up two short swords that looked more like daggers in his large hands.
"It will be a few moments, but by the time my weapons wear out on me my skin should be ready." Doza said as he threw his arm back to both deflect and enemy attack as well as knock the said enemy into an open cage.
Moralin strolled casually through the carnage, side-stepping combatants locked against one-another and merely frowning at the sight of the gold-clad knight getting the stuffing beaten out of him by a crazed minotaur. Amateur. He soon found what he was looking for. A large greatsword that he picked up and swung about with one hand, he contemplated the blade a moment and then nodded. The balance was good and the edge keen, though nowhere near the quality of his own personal sword. Unfortunately he did not have Siima Olar, Shining Edge, with him so he would have to make do.
Now that he had a weapon that was at least adequate in a fight he turned back to the fighting and grinned, "So, which one of you lot want to have a go first?" He called out with a grin, "Who wants to cross swords with a Blademaster of the Moralinri? How about you, knife-ears? Haven't fought an elf in a while... they tend to be good for a warm-up... or how about you, ugly? Want to drop that tin-can who calls himself a knight and fight a real warrior? At least you could use your breath as a weapon if yer fists don't do it! Heh, I'll make it fair, tie one arm behind my back, that interest ye?"
Taunting an enraged minotaur? Did the Terelain have a death-wish? Nope.. he was Moralin Shahir. He had every confidence in his abilities, he fought bigger and uglier things before.
Now that he had a weapon that was at least adequate in a fight he turned back to the fighting and grinned, "So, which one of you lot want to have a go first?" He called out with a grin, "Who wants to cross swords with a Blademaster of the Moralinri? How about you, knife-ears? Haven't fought an elf in a while... they tend to be good for a warm-up... or how about you, ugly? Want to drop that tin-can who calls himself a knight and fight a real warrior? At least you could use your breath as a weapon if yer fists don't do it! Heh, I'll make it fair, tie one arm behind my back, that interest ye?"
Taunting an enraged minotaur? Did the Terelain have a death-wish? Nope.. he was Moralin Shahir. He had every confidence in his abilities, he fought bigger and uglier things before.
Broak's right hand draws the whistle towards his mouth, after the match started, and blows. An almost silent sound emits from it, and the metal crate produces a sudden and very loud roar of an almost man-like beast. The beast within the crate collides itself into the metal, a large pointed tip being produced, jutting itself towards the arena. The beast smashes itself into the crate again, another large protrusion appearing. When the beast smashes itself a third time, the wall-door of the crate falls over, and a large, human-like foot steps into the daylight.
The beast's full form was close to ten feet tall, its facial features remotely human, except the man's face had several surgical stitching and a long, curved horn sprouting from the middle of his forehead. The man's mouth was dislocated, hanging near his collarbone, rows of metallic teeth glistening in the sunlight. His eyes were dilated, his face in a permanent look of horror and anger.
The man's shoulders were riddled with surgical markings and scars, up to the point where each shoulder was connected to a black scaled, draconic-like neck and head. It resembled a kobold, but much larger, its eyes sharing the draconic look.
The male's back held large scars, and near its rump was a lion's tail. Its tail was thickened, with elongated, metallic spikes in layers jutting outward from the mutilated flesh. The length of the spikes matched the man's claws, which replaced his fingers. Surgical marks marked where the claws met the man's wrist. The man's chest was hairy, the hair misplaced by multiple surgical markings. The rest of his form lay nude.
The beast's full form was close to ten feet tall, its facial features remotely human, except the man's face had several surgical stitching and a long, curved horn sprouting from the middle of his forehead. The man's mouth was dislocated, hanging near his collarbone, rows of metallic teeth glistening in the sunlight. His eyes were dilated, his face in a permanent look of horror and anger.
The man's shoulders were riddled with surgical markings and scars, up to the point where each shoulder was connected to a black scaled, draconic-like neck and head. It resembled a kobold, but much larger, its eyes sharing the draconic look.
The male's back held large scars, and near its rump was a lion's tail. Its tail was thickened, with elongated, metallic spikes in layers jutting outward from the mutilated flesh. The length of the spikes matched the man's claws, which replaced his fingers. Surgical marks marked where the claws met the man's wrist. The man's chest was hairy, the hair misplaced by multiple surgical markings. The rest of his form lay nude.
The Old Man was either brave of foolish to challenge Borge like that. But the Minotaur, despite its current behaviour, was not stupid. There was a capability for cognitive thinking in that little skull of is. He knew Terelians had a certain "battle modus" that allowed for great speed. He decided it was best not to mess with the squishy Old Man."Bah! I rather tear off Old Man's arm instead!" He yelled as he suddenly threw the gold plated knight towards the Terelian."No! No wait! I yield! I yiiieeeeeeld!" He yielded too late. The gold knight of Ellaram was thrown straight for Moralin.
However, another danger appeared. A gigantic disgusting looking beast! The announcer was not happy with that."Though it is allowed for creatures to fight for a kingdom's stead, I must repeat no one is allowed to die. If Coronet's abomination kills one of the fighters, they will be disqualified from this challenge and possibly the entire tournament!"
Borge let out a roar that sounded like a walrus giving birth to farm equipment."Coronet cheat! Crater Dwellers cheat!!" He yelled loudly. His words were reflected within the audience."Cheaters! Cheaters!" The Vos Valkearians were shouting!"This is outrageous!" In anger the Minotaur grabbed a nearby mace. Maces were hollowed out so they might hit hard but don't cause one's head to splatter to bits. Furiously, the monster charged for the other monster, intending to break the abomination's kneecaps.
However, another danger appeared. A gigantic disgusting looking beast! The announcer was not happy with that."Though it is allowed for creatures to fight for a kingdom's stead, I must repeat no one is allowed to die. If Coronet's abomination kills one of the fighters, they will be disqualified from this challenge and possibly the entire tournament!"
Borge let out a roar that sounded like a walrus giving birth to farm equipment."Coronet cheat! Crater Dwellers cheat!!" He yelled loudly. His words were reflected within the audience."Cheaters! Cheaters!" The Vos Valkearians were shouting!"This is outrageous!" In anger the Minotaur grabbed a nearby mace. Maces were hollowed out so they might hit hard but don't cause one's head to splatter to bits. Furiously, the monster charged for the other monster, intending to break the abomination's kneecaps.
Doza walked calmly from combatant to combatant that wasn't already concerned with the giant build-a-beast from Coronet and knocked them out one by one. Some it as easy as bashing them over the head with his own fist, other times it required a quick blow with either one of his shields; luckily it never came down to using the dulled short swords.
Doza, yawned when all he had left to fight was a hiding archer, a raging Minotaur, a feline with sword, the golden knight, an elf, and the giant creature from the crater. "Come now, someone, anyone, challenge me!" Doza said aloud. He looked down to his skin, his arms were half covered in the darkening skin as were his legs and neck, it would take a little bit longer until his ultimate shield was almost finished.
Doza, yawned when all he had left to fight was a hiding archer, a raging Minotaur, a feline with sword, the golden knight, an elf, and the giant creature from the crater. "Come now, someone, anyone, challenge me!" Doza said aloud. He looked down to his skin, his arms were half covered in the darkening skin as were his legs and neck, it would take a little bit longer until his ultimate shield was almost finished.
(Man, why do you guys have to remember that I'm here? 
)
Archer watched as the other fighters fought. He found the darkest shadows and sat down, meditating. If any were to attack him, even if they struck fast, they would miss, Archer having jumped up in the air and against the wall. He would then jump off the wall and land behind the attacker. But until then, he sat there, studying the fighters. How they fought, armor, weapons, everything. He was calculating how to defeat them.
)Archer watched as the other fighters fought. He found the darkest shadows and sat down, meditating. If any were to attack him, even if they struck fast, they would miss, Archer having jumped up in the air and against the wall. He would then jump off the wall and land behind the attacker. But until then, he sat there, studying the fighters. How they fought, armor, weapons, everything. He was calculating how to defeat them.
Moralin dived out of the way of the flying knight, wincing a little as he crashed to the ground in a clatter of metal, "Yowch.. If I were you, I'd stay down young 'un. That'll bruise bad enough in tha' morning without doin' another dance with tall, dark and ugly over there."
Moralin surveyed the arena, the minotaur and the monster seemed to be getting ready to fight, the archer was hiding. He briefly considered going over and knocking the boy for six for hiding when he should have been fighting. There was no honour in winning by skulking about in the shadows until everyone else was beaten. The crowd wouldn't like that, and the whole point of the day was to fight.
Then he saw Doza. The pile of bodies he left strewn behind him as he defeated all comers with contemptuous ease. Ah, now there was a challenge. The darkness covering the large human's skin was pretty obviously magic. Huh, he wondered if they allowed that in the arena, since it was supposed to be all about fighting and not that kind of thing. That's what the Day of Magic was for. Eh, better than just tossing fireballs or the like he supposed.
Moralin stepped forward, sword held at the ready, "Aye, think I'll have a go at yer, you look more fun than goldie down there or the coward over in tha' corner. Name's Moralin Shahir, Lord Commander of the Royal Guard o' Terel'Liren. Let's see if you got what it takes to dance with an old soldier. I'll let you have the first move if yer like."
Moralin surveyed the arena, the minotaur and the monster seemed to be getting ready to fight, the archer was hiding. He briefly considered going over and knocking the boy for six for hiding when he should have been fighting. There was no honour in winning by skulking about in the shadows until everyone else was beaten. The crowd wouldn't like that, and the whole point of the day was to fight.
Then he saw Doza. The pile of bodies he left strewn behind him as he defeated all comers with contemptuous ease. Ah, now there was a challenge. The darkness covering the large human's skin was pretty obviously magic. Huh, he wondered if they allowed that in the arena, since it was supposed to be all about fighting and not that kind of thing. That's what the Day of Magic was for. Eh, better than just tossing fireballs or the like he supposed.
Moralin stepped forward, sword held at the ready, "Aye, think I'll have a go at yer, you look more fun than goldie down there or the coward over in tha' corner. Name's Moralin Shahir, Lord Commander of the Royal Guard o' Terel'Liren. Let's see if you got what it takes to dance with an old soldier. I'll let you have the first move if yer like."
The Beast's gaze drifts towards the minotaur charging toward it, then up at the stands, its broken-jawed face shaking itself rapidly. To the left, it repeats this motion, before covering its head with its metallic clawed-fingers. Backing up into the crate, his rump hitting the back of it, and his form hunched downward. Four eyes of red stare outward, within the darkness. Should the minotaur approach the crate, the beast's faintly human voice would echo off of the crate walls, its voice quiet, "It hurts. It hurts...it hurts, no, it hurts. It hurts."
((I was hoping Rynh would post but I guess I'll go ahead and do it! ))
"Aye, think I'll have a go at yer, you look more fun than goldie down there or the coward over in tha' corner. Name's Moralin Shahir, Lord Commander of the Royal Guard o' Terel'Liren. Let's see if you got what it takes to dance with an old soldier. I'll let you have the first move if yer like." an older Terelian said as he leveled his sword and pointed toward Doza.
Doza hadn't been paying too much attention, what with all the other action going on but did seem to catch the last part and saw that Moralin was accepting his challenge. Doza looked down at his hands, the tips of his fingers and beyond them his bare toes had become completely covered in his protective shield. "Sounds good to me son of Necahual, HAVE AT THEE!" Doza shouted as the rushed forward towards Moralin. The Terelian would find that even if he managed to get past the shields and deflect away the short swords in Doza's hands he would not be able to pierce or even make a scratch upon his skin. It would be like drawing a wooden sword across solid steel.
))"Aye, think I'll have a go at yer, you look more fun than goldie down there or the coward over in tha' corner. Name's Moralin Shahir, Lord Commander of the Royal Guard o' Terel'Liren. Let's see if you got what it takes to dance with an old soldier. I'll let you have the first move if yer like." an older Terelian said as he leveled his sword and pointed toward Doza.
Doza hadn't been paying too much attention, what with all the other action going on but did seem to catch the last part and saw that Moralin was accepting his challenge. Doza looked down at his hands, the tips of his fingers and beyond them his bare toes had become completely covered in his protective shield. "Sounds good to me son of Necahual, HAVE AT THEE!" Doza shouted as the rushed forward towards Moralin. The Terelian would find that even if he managed to get past the shields and deflect away the short swords in Doza's hands he would not be able to pierce or even make a scratch upon his skin. It would be like drawing a wooden sword across solid steel.
((My bad, my life is getting very hectic and I've no clue what to prioritize next. I'll make a post now and do the rest tomorrow. Sorry for the wait, guys.))
The crowd was cheering. This proved to become a spectacle. Right now the fan favourites were Doza and Moralin as they seemed the most collective as well as badass. However, the action was where Borge and Coronet's abomination were. Two seemingly brutish creatures dishing it out? Now that was promising!
The Minotaur was in a furious mood. It heard the beast speak, but it cared not what it had to say. This thing was an abomination and it had to be disposed of. If Borge was allowed, he would have killed the creature, but it seemed the rules were of appliance even for monsters like that. The rules were very sketchy in this tournament as to what was allowed and what wasn't."This will hurt too, freak!" Borge yelled as he smashed his mace multiple time onto the creatures kneecaps, trying to cripple it.
The crowd was cheering. This proved to become a spectacle. Right now the fan favourites were Doza and Moralin as they seemed the most collective as well as badass. However, the action was where Borge and Coronet's abomination were. Two seemingly brutish creatures dishing it out? Now that was promising!
The Minotaur was in a furious mood. It heard the beast speak, but it cared not what it had to say. This thing was an abomination and it had to be disposed of. If Borge was allowed, he would have killed the creature, but it seemed the rules were of appliance even for monsters like that. The rules were very sketchy in this tournament as to what was allowed and what wasn't."This will hurt too, freak!" Borge yelled as he smashed his mace multiple time onto the creatures kneecaps, trying to cripple it.
Moralin dodged to the side and swung out with his sword at the human, the blade moving with surprising speed despite its size, "Now that's more like it," he said with a grin, though the smile soon turned into a frown as the blade bounced off the darkened skin of the Ahuachtli, "Defensive ward, eh? Not bad..."
With the spell in place any hits the Terelain landed on Doza would be futile, and he wielded the swords and shields with a great deal of skill. A worthy opponent, at least. Step one, then, would be to break the spell protecting Doza. Well if jungle-boy wanted to play at magic, he'd show him what a Moralinri Blademaster was capable of. Whilst not as reliant on magic as a Battlemagus, no part of the Terelain military was without some form of mystic might and the Blademasters were not above a few cantrips and spells to help in these kinds of situations.
Moralin shunted his magic into the blade he wielded, the edge of the weapon gleaming silver-blue as it was engulfed in a corona of pure will. The feline smiled, "Okay, let's see if yer wards can 'andle this" he charged at Doza with a mighty swing of his sword, the weapon imbued with a magic that had but one purpose - to cut, to break through anything standing in the sword's way. It wasn't the most elegant or permanent enchantment, and the stress it put on a sword not intended for such forces was great, he'd have to be careful to make it count for the short time he could keep the magic in the blade before it corroded or weakened to the point of shattering.
He had at the most three shots at trying to pierce the shield spell before he would be forced to release the magic, and even that would be cutting things close. Still, if he could land a wound or two and make the Ahuachtli bleed it would go a long way towards winning if it came to a battle of attrition.
With the spell in place any hits the Terelain landed on Doza would be futile, and he wielded the swords and shields with a great deal of skill. A worthy opponent, at least. Step one, then, would be to break the spell protecting Doza. Well if jungle-boy wanted to play at magic, he'd show him what a Moralinri Blademaster was capable of. Whilst not as reliant on magic as a Battlemagus, no part of the Terelain military was without some form of mystic might and the Blademasters were not above a few cantrips and spells to help in these kinds of situations.
Moralin shunted his magic into the blade he wielded, the edge of the weapon gleaming silver-blue as it was engulfed in a corona of pure will. The feline smiled, "Okay, let's see if yer wards can 'andle this" he charged at Doza with a mighty swing of his sword, the weapon imbued with a magic that had but one purpose - to cut, to break through anything standing in the sword's way. It wasn't the most elegant or permanent enchantment, and the stress it put on a sword not intended for such forces was great, he'd have to be careful to make it count for the short time he could keep the magic in the blade before it corroded or weakened to the point of shattering.
He had at the most three shots at trying to pierce the shield spell before he would be forced to release the magic, and even that would be cutting things close. Still, if he could land a wound or two and make the Ahuachtli bleed it would go a long way towards winning if it came to a battle of attrition.
Watching Doza charge towards Moralin was like watching a rhino charge after an antelope, sure the rhino would have all the power but the antelope had all the agility. Doza could only watch as his opponent sidestepped just out of harm's way, he didn't even notice that Moralin had attempted to attack.
Doza sized up the older feline, "Not too shabby yourself, and you noticed my full body shield for what it is." Doza complemented as he found himself respecting his opponent more and more. "It's just a shame you are going to lose, you seem quite capable - more so than most others I have faced in the past." Doza went on as he watched with eagerness as Moralin fueled his blade with magic. "So that's how it is, is it? Very well, I'll stop going easy on you if you are intent on breaking my shield." Doza said as his dark skin started to change. The dark areas started to fall away revealing beneath them a burgundy red glowing energy beneath. His hands, feet and the center of his chest opened up to allow this energy to be shown. The swords in his hands and the shields on his arms melted away, but there was no heat from this. Even areas of his clothing nearest to these energy spots began to disintegrate into dust. Doza opened his eyes to reveal that the whites of his eyes had gone black and his burgundy red irises were sending out flames from the corners of his eyes.
"Now you see my true form. A beast of a man made of pure and concentrated energy." Doza said, his deep voice had a reverberation to it, as if he was far away and speaking through a cave. It was almost reminiscent of thunder echoing off of canyon walls. Doza casually caught the blade as it came down, the energy on his hands didn't allow the blade to come any closer than a centimeter from the surface. A long crack spread down the blade, it would most definitely shatter soon. Whether from Moralin being foolish enough to strike again or from Doza wrapping his huge hands around the blade and crushing it himself.
"So, do you still wish to battle me right now? Or shall we form an alliance until we are the last two standing?" Doza's otherworldly voice asked, his eyes flickered with slyness.
Doza sized up the older feline, "Not too shabby yourself, and you noticed my full body shield for what it is." Doza complemented as he found himself respecting his opponent more and more. "It's just a shame you are going to lose, you seem quite capable - more so than most others I have faced in the past." Doza went on as he watched with eagerness as Moralin fueled his blade with magic. "So that's how it is, is it? Very well, I'll stop going easy on you if you are intent on breaking my shield." Doza said as his dark skin started to change. The dark areas started to fall away revealing beneath them a burgundy red glowing energy beneath. His hands, feet and the center of his chest opened up to allow this energy to be shown. The swords in his hands and the shields on his arms melted away, but there was no heat from this. Even areas of his clothing nearest to these energy spots began to disintegrate into dust. Doza opened his eyes to reveal that the whites of his eyes had gone black and his burgundy red irises were sending out flames from the corners of his eyes.
"Now you see my true form. A beast of a man made of pure and concentrated energy." Doza said, his deep voice had a reverberation to it, as if he was far away and speaking through a cave. It was almost reminiscent of thunder echoing off of canyon walls. Doza casually caught the blade as it came down, the energy on his hands didn't allow the blade to come any closer than a centimeter from the surface. A long crack spread down the blade, it would most definitely shatter soon. Whether from Moralin being foolish enough to strike again or from Doza wrapping his huge hands around the blade and crushing it himself.
"So, do you still wish to battle me right now? Or shall we form an alliance until we are the last two standing?" Doza's otherworldly voice asked, his eyes flickered with slyness.