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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 12, 2006 18:23:17 GMT -5
Krans strode up to the rusted arena gates. His ashen sword and shield seemed to suck in all light from the bright day. The crowd grew silent as they remembered that fateful battle when he lost his tail. He gazed blankly into the quieted faces as he waited for his challeger to arrive.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 13, 2006 14:34:35 GMT -5
The crowd eagerly awaits the argonians oponet. What they see is highly unexpected. A dark elf, as they presume emerges from the pits of the blue teams red room. The figure moves with a bounce, as people can already tell he is a great acrobat and athlete. The figure beres a blue rainment, and a hood. A black as the void hood. His face features are undistinguishable, as his skin is black like jet. His frame is muscular, and he shows no emotions, moving only to reach the gate. He stands still their, like the statues outside in the yard, and waits for the announcer to open the gates....
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 13, 2006 15:40:44 GMT -5
Jerek walks up to an empty balcony to watch the fight in piece. Most of the spectators are at a lower level, but Jerek can see the combatants perfectly. "Hmm, an Argonian and a mysterious Dark Elf. This will be quite interesting." said Jerek as combatants entered the arena. There's something not right about the Elf thought Jerek as he looked as he observed the Dark Elf.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 22:27:54 GMT -5
Larn watches the dark elf, smiling, his rank of pit dog now enhanced to brawler.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 15, 2006 14:07:48 GMT -5
Krans looks doubtfully at the hooded figure. He raised his scared and burned arm at the hooded figure and chanted a spell of lightning, aiming at the heart of the Elf-thing-somethingorother.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 15, 2006 14:12:27 GMT -5
with speed greater then lightning, he merely bends back and dodges it. The lightning explodes in the sand behind him, and sends dust flying into the air. The dark elf runs up, weapon still sheathed, and kicks sand at the argonians eyes, the spinning around, thrusting his right foot towards the head of his foe. Little does the dark elf know that a piece of the lightning spell richocthed off of the hard stone surface that made up the arena walls, and a small chunk of the spell is sent flying back, hitting Shadow in the back. He screams in agony, but still continues...
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Post by dogonda on Oct 15, 2006 14:14:40 GMT -5
Larn grins in the stands watching the pit dogs fight. Seeing his sand techinque used, he smiles, and drinks some mead down, his new weapons sparkling.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 15, 2006 14:19:35 GMT -5
The sand enters his eyes, blurring his vision. His second eye-lid closes, wiping the sand out. He sees the kick aiming at his feet, hoping to trip him. He jumps, sending a large firebal in midair downward, like a meteor at the figure on the ground.
ooc: Dagoth, your guy can't be a god or something like that. You have to atleast get injured somewhat.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 15, 2006 14:24:02 GMT -5
^ i haven't even like posted anything, no serious fighting posts, and I'm not a god, my guy is really fats, but pretty weak. ___________________
The fire damage does nothing, and the black figure gives thanks to azura for his race power. The figure hastily draws his fine iron short sword, and horizontally slashes at his waistline, and then spinning around, does a vertical attack, aiming to impale the metal into his head. Sweat is already poring off of Shadows head, and it sinks into his eyes, and he pulls his arm up hastily, wiping the liquid away, preventing any more damage.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 15, 2006 14:36:02 GMT -5
The blade nicks his stomach, causing Krans to grunt with pain. The blow intended for his head is knocked aside by a reflex parry wih his broadsword. Krans jumps backward, raising his spiked shield to ram the Dark Elf. He charges with inhuman speed, aiming at the Shadow's stomach to cause a slow death.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 15, 2006 14:41:30 GMT -5
The blunt of the shield hits his stomach, however, was not the full impact, as he had moved a small distance in attempt to dodge the blow. The dark elf shadow, grabs the hilt of his blade with both hands, and hits the shield down before the argonian scum can retaliate. The shield is no longer a problem at the moment, and the dark elf thrusts the blade forward, towards his opponents face, and whispering a strange slur of words...
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 15, 2006 14:51:01 GMT -5
Krans drops his shield onto the ground. He bends backward, cracking his back in the proccess. He reconizes the slur of words and jumps back toward the center of the pit. He looks around and sees a skull nearby. He picks it up, freezes it with unholy cold, and launches it at the hooded one.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 15, 2006 15:16:04 GMT -5
The dark elf raises his blade, and in a swift strike, brings it down, just in time to crack the skull in half. However, his blade turns bright blue, and freezes. The weight of the blade cracks through, as the blade has turned to ice, and the blade falls to the ground, split and useless. An ancestor ghost rises from the sand of the arena, and the hooded figure draws a bow, poisoned with a paralyze. The arrow draws back, and flies towards his opponent, waiting for an impact.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 15, 2006 15:28:20 GMT -5
Krans sees the arrow streak toward him. Krans abruptly drops to the ground, dodgeing the poisoned arrow. He aimed a fireball at the ghost and then summoned a Dremora Caitiff to distract the Dark Elf. He ran to his shield and used a poison he made the day before. He lined the rims with it and waited for an opening to toss the shield at the Black One. What he didn't realize the ash and the poison reacted to eachother, causing the poison to increase its effect 10 fold while melting the shield rim all together...
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 15, 2006 15:58:33 GMT -5
The dark elf notices the spiraling shield whirling towards him in his peripheral vision, whilst fighting the dremora warrior. The dark one, grabs the dremora, and pushes him towards the shield, and the shield kills the demon instantly. The dark figure breathes a sigh of relief. the hooded figure then runs towards the shield, and the poison oozes from it.Some of the poison however, splashed off the shield, and hit shadow, causein some of his skin to deteriate, but he soon does his best to ignore the pain. The elf dabs 3 arrows in it, and pulls the 3 poisoned arrows, back on the string. Pulling with all of his might, he release, and once again, arrows, spelled with death on them, fly towards his enemy.
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