Post by Khornate Marksman on Apr 30, 2007 10:13:06 GMT -5
The enormous metal gates raised up to reveal a small army of poorly armed slaves. The slaves only wore thin leather armor and carried rusty iron weapons. A few slaves were equipped with ranged weapons.
Dygrus moved his gaze across the slaves and saw that most of them were old men and cripples. The slaves were no longer able to fight effiecently and were only fighting Dygrus as a sacrifice so the Emperor could make room for new, younger warriors. The Red Wolf didn't care about the men he was about to fight. Blood for his god would be spilled, but it would not be his own. Not right now at least.
The mighty cursed warrior smashed the ground with his hammer and issued a roar of challenge. The slaves tried to back out of the arena, but the gates came crashing down, crushing any who stood under them flat. The slaves gathered there courage and charged, yelling and swinging there weapons. The same thought passed through all their minds, except for the senile ones, "We have him outnumbered. We can win." Sadly what the slaves thought was far from true.
Dygrus roared again like an ancient demonic creature and ran straight to the center of the slave army. He swung left and right with his weapons, cleaving men in two with his ax and crushing bodies with his hammer. He elbowed a slave in the face, smashing the man's skull in with his armored joint and sending a spray of blood flying. The demon warrior spun in a wide circle with both his weapons held outward. His ax and hammer reduced all those that were close enough to little more than butchered pieces of meat. Tonight the sand and dirt of the arena would stained red with blood for a long period of time.
Emperor Haulinde sat in his throne watching the spectacular battle unfold. Dygrus the Red Wolf was slaughtering the old and crippled slaves without mercy. The emperor clapped enthustiacly. He motioned for one of his servants to come to him. The servant nodded his head and approached his emperor, daring to not lift his gaze and insult his lord.
"Yes, my lord?" he said calmly.
"Have the guards let some beastmasters and their beasts into the arena. I want to make this fight more interesting," said the emperor.
"Right away, my lord," said the servant as he hurried off to perform his task.
Emperor Haulinde looked back down into the arena in time to see Dygrus cave in a slave's chest with his hammer. The slave exploded into a cloud of gore, staining the demon warrior's armor a darker red. Emperor Haulinde clapped twice and a servant carrying a tray with drinks approached. He took a cup and drank it down. Tonight would be one to be remembered in the history of the arena.
The Red Wolf kicked a man into the air and sliced him in half from crown to stern with his ax. The two halves fell to the ground, spilling their bisected bodily contents. Dygrus rammed the tip of his ax through a clearly insane and gibbering slave and through him over his shoulder to where he met his fate against the spiked walls. Another two slaves met their ends with his hammer as it pulverized them.
The smarter slaves that realized they couldn't win against this monstrous warrior tried to scale the pillars. They clung to the hanging chains for dear life, praying they wouldn't slip and fall to their deaths. A small group of slaves made it to the top and screamed at the top of their lungs for help.
The Red Wolf heard them and looked up. Smiling beneath his crimson helmet, he sheathed his weapons on his back and stalked over to the nearest pillar. A slave screaming incoherent curses rush at him with a spear. He grabbed the spear with one hand and flipped the man into the air over his head and onto the ground to where he landed with a sick snap of bone.
Dygrus gripped the pillar with both hands and pulled up with all his demonic strength. The heavy stone pillar began to rise above the sand with the still screaming slaves hanging on. One slave jumped off to kill himself. The Red Wolf swung the pillar like a giant bat and hit the suicidal slave perfectly. The blow sent him flying into one of the arena's gates. He hit it and was reduced to a puddle of blood and shattered bone.
The mighty warrior shook the pillar like a dog trying to shake a rope from his master's hands. Seeing the slaves still hanging on, Dygrus tried another tactic. He held the pillar up high and brought it down to earth with a thunderous crash. The pillar broke into hundreds of pieces with impact and all those that were hanging on met a similar end.
It was at that moment the slaves with the ranged weapons that had been standing off to the side decided to attack. They drew back there old bows and took up aim. All at once they let go and the arrows soared towards their target.
Dygrus moved his gaze across the slaves and saw that most of them were old men and cripples. The slaves were no longer able to fight effiecently and were only fighting Dygrus as a sacrifice so the Emperor could make room for new, younger warriors. The Red Wolf didn't care about the men he was about to fight. Blood for his god would be spilled, but it would not be his own. Not right now at least.
The mighty cursed warrior smashed the ground with his hammer and issued a roar of challenge. The slaves tried to back out of the arena, but the gates came crashing down, crushing any who stood under them flat. The slaves gathered there courage and charged, yelling and swinging there weapons. The same thought passed through all their minds, except for the senile ones, "We have him outnumbered. We can win." Sadly what the slaves thought was far from true.
Dygrus roared again like an ancient demonic creature and ran straight to the center of the slave army. He swung left and right with his weapons, cleaving men in two with his ax and crushing bodies with his hammer. He elbowed a slave in the face, smashing the man's skull in with his armored joint and sending a spray of blood flying. The demon warrior spun in a wide circle with both his weapons held outward. His ax and hammer reduced all those that were close enough to little more than butchered pieces of meat. Tonight the sand and dirt of the arena would stained red with blood for a long period of time.
Emperor Haulinde sat in his throne watching the spectacular battle unfold. Dygrus the Red Wolf was slaughtering the old and crippled slaves without mercy. The emperor clapped enthustiacly. He motioned for one of his servants to come to him. The servant nodded his head and approached his emperor, daring to not lift his gaze and insult his lord.
"Yes, my lord?" he said calmly.
"Have the guards let some beastmasters and their beasts into the arena. I want to make this fight more interesting," said the emperor.
"Right away, my lord," said the servant as he hurried off to perform his task.
Emperor Haulinde looked back down into the arena in time to see Dygrus cave in a slave's chest with his hammer. The slave exploded into a cloud of gore, staining the demon warrior's armor a darker red. Emperor Haulinde clapped twice and a servant carrying a tray with drinks approached. He took a cup and drank it down. Tonight would be one to be remembered in the history of the arena.
The Red Wolf kicked a man into the air and sliced him in half from crown to stern with his ax. The two halves fell to the ground, spilling their bisected bodily contents. Dygrus rammed the tip of his ax through a clearly insane and gibbering slave and through him over his shoulder to where he met his fate against the spiked walls. Another two slaves met their ends with his hammer as it pulverized them.
The smarter slaves that realized they couldn't win against this monstrous warrior tried to scale the pillars. They clung to the hanging chains for dear life, praying they wouldn't slip and fall to their deaths. A small group of slaves made it to the top and screamed at the top of their lungs for help.
The Red Wolf heard them and looked up. Smiling beneath his crimson helmet, he sheathed his weapons on his back and stalked over to the nearest pillar. A slave screaming incoherent curses rush at him with a spear. He grabbed the spear with one hand and flipped the man into the air over his head and onto the ground to where he landed with a sick snap of bone.
Dygrus gripped the pillar with both hands and pulled up with all his demonic strength. The heavy stone pillar began to rise above the sand with the still screaming slaves hanging on. One slave jumped off to kill himself. The Red Wolf swung the pillar like a giant bat and hit the suicidal slave perfectly. The blow sent him flying into one of the arena's gates. He hit it and was reduced to a puddle of blood and shattered bone.
The mighty warrior shook the pillar like a dog trying to shake a rope from his master's hands. Seeing the slaves still hanging on, Dygrus tried another tactic. He held the pillar up high and brought it down to earth with a thunderous crash. The pillar broke into hundreds of pieces with impact and all those that were hanging on met a similar end.
It was at that moment the slaves with the ranged weapons that had been standing off to the side decided to attack. They drew back there old bows and took up aim. All at once they let go and the arrows soared towards their target.