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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 11, 2006 15:05:18 GMT -5
Krans Gho grabbed his spiked shield and trusty broadsword. He headed outside the red-room and stood at the front gate, waiting to fight Larn Sameal.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 11, 2006 15:07:13 GMT -5
Smiling to himself, Larn charged up from the blood works. The crowd roared deafingly in approval, eager to see their favorite fight. Swinging his iron mace and longsword slowly, he falls into a battle stance, glaring at his opponenet malavolently, wishing for his enemy to begin the fight.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 11, 2006 15:10:28 GMT -5
Krans plantively returns the look. The gates rattle to the floor, causeing the match to begin. Krans raised his shield and charges. He zig-zags across the pit, aiming his shield to ram Larn, spike first.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 11, 2006 15:12:42 GMT -5
Seeing his foe charge him, Larn grins, his next move already planned out. Quickly rolling out of his opponents way, he slashes heavily at his tail, the blade whistling.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 11, 2006 15:19:50 GMT -5
Krans can't stop because of the momentum of his charge. "Idiot" He thinks to himself. His tail is lopped clean off, flying to the floor twitching. Blood erupts from the wound. "Argh!" Krans cries. His vision starts to cloud as he let his instinct get control of him. He turns and yells at Larn, letting his magicka flow into his hand. He lets it go on his shield, causing it to crackle with energy. He charges once again, this time aiming at Larn's chest.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 11, 2006 15:23:22 GMT -5
Jerek walks up to a balcony to watch his teammate and Larn fight. People yell at him as he moves in front of them. Jerek holds back his impulse to throw off his heavy black cloak and draw his swords. He makes his way to an empty balcony and watches in awe at how fast Krans runs across the arena. "Damn Argonian are fast." he says as Krans closes the gap in just a few seconds.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 11, 2006 15:23:51 GMT -5
Delfecting the shield with his sword, Larn grits his teeth as they rattle in his skull, the magicka jarring him. Seeing the Argonian's hand swirl with power, Larn ducks quickly, doing a sweeping kick, knocking his opponent to the ground. Raising his mace quickly, Larn brings it down with all his might at his opponents head.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 11, 2006 15:27:57 GMT -5
OOC: I AIN't A DAMN KHAJIIT!!!!! I'M an ARGONIAN!!!!! Krans sees the mace coming down towards his face. He rolls out of the way, using the momentum to jump back on his feet. He takes off his shield, takes aim, and throws it at Larn with lightning speed.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 15:32:52 GMT -5
Rydarn watches the match from the seats above. He rubs the back of his leg, still healing from a previous injury. He watches the match intently, he always liked to study the other combatants. Alot could be learned from obtaining their fighting style, to their weaknesses.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 11, 2006 15:35:08 GMT -5
Larn makes a x with his weapons, the shield impacts it, knocking him back slightly. Pointing his hands toward his enemy, he fires off 2 lightning fast fireballs. Quickly Larn rushes him, Longsword pointed at his enemies heart.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 11, 2006 15:40:39 GMT -5
Krans sees his attack was foiled. He blinks and sees 2 fireballs screaming towards him, with Larn behind with his wicked sword aiming at him. Krans plans something. He suddenly ducks, dodgeing the fireballs. He then uses Larn's momentum against him, rolling around him and shoving him at the wall. Krans chases after him with his sword pointing to his back.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 11, 2006 15:42:27 GMT -5
Ooc: My bad. I didn't remeber what race you picked RareCarpet. Death97 Rydarn hasn't fought yet. I'm sure you are talking about J'Narhi and the whole wounded leg thing where I stabbed my sword into his leg. If your not talking about him then ignore this post.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 11, 2006 15:45:38 GMT -5
Screaming a spell, Larn slides, not eager to be imapled by the wall spike. A scamp spawns, running at the Argonian, keeping him busy for a moment. Quickly, Larn stands, light beaming from his eyes. The crowd roars, knowing that this means the match has truely begun. Picking up the scaley tail, I snap it loudly, marching towards the Argonian, furious to have been tirpped. Running, I slap at his legs with the whip while slashing at his stomach with my sword.
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 11, 2006 15:51:21 GMT -5
Gordon walked to a bench near the top, and sat down.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 11, 2006 15:51:56 GMT -5
Krans sees Larn coming with his own tail. His tail! Krans instinct takes over again. He grabs the scamp and throws him into the sword. His tail, however, made contact with his legs, pulling them from under him. He lands on the ground with a thud. The crowd Oooooos as he lands. Krans chants a spell, causing lighnting to appear in his hand. He unleashes it at Larn, aiming for his legs.
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