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Post by dogonda on Oct 29, 2006 15:19:37 GMT -5
You intro first.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 30, 2006 9:21:04 GMT -5
Tarnon yawns, not used to having a match this early in the morning. The crowd was sparse today. More would probably of shown up for the match but there was little notice. This Larn fellow was a persistent one. Demanding a Rematch so soon after a defeat was usually met with refusal. But Tarnon knew he was just as tired as Larn was. Tarnon might have had a long night Alyiin, but he heard that Larn spent a night with Goran.
Tarnon closes his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again, breathing in the morning air. He watches the bars of the gate slide to the floor and steps into the Arena. The Golden sun shines brightly just above the Horizon, painting the clouds in a magnificent display of red, blue, and purple. Tarnon unsheathes his sword and watches as his opponent approaches.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 30, 2006 16:14:08 GMT -5
Larns eyes narrow, the moon and sun both rising and falling. The crowd murmers, wondering why someone would fight after getting destroyed in a fight so soon. Grinning to himself, Larn strides out of the arena bloodworks. The crowd jeers and some throw rancid food at him. Smiling grimly, he slices a tomatoe and a slice of meat out of the air with his sword. His feet crunch on the clotted, bloody sand. The beast inside him awakens, eager for the blood to be shed.
As he stands in the center of the arena, he relaxes his grip, the weapons clatter to the ground, sticking striaght up in the bloody sand, some of it Larn's own. He glares straight up, his throat rumbling. He beings to roar, but slowly it shifts to that of a howel of a wolf. Raising a extra foot, the muscle and thick fur mat his body, more potent of a armor than the rainment. His armor groans in protest as he stands to his full height, emerald fire pouring from his eyes. Good Larn now rend him from limb to limb, the beast croons. With a snarl, Larn drops to all fours, bounding quickly for a being of his mass. The crowd screams, not used to such a display, as the sand whirls behind him. Leaping, Larn kicks low, then in his opponents midsection while tearing at his jugular with his claws and teeth.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 30, 2006 16:23:58 GMT -5
Tarnon watches in shock and awe as his opponent transforms before his very eyes. The skin growin fur, and his human form twisting and becoming that of a beast. Tarnon stands frozen but immeadiatly comes to attention as the Beast lands on all fours and lunges in his direction.
The speed.... so fast....
Tarnon barely has time to react. the beasts foot lands on his leg, dropping him to one knee. His claws slash across his chest completely removing his raiment in one swipe. Tarnon just edges out of the way as the beast snaps at his neck and swipes towards him with his razor like claws.
Tarnon raises his shield up in defense and swipes three times with his sword in a sweeping motion, towards the Werewolf's chest and neck. He then jumps back to collect himself coating his sword with poisonus ingredients.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 30, 2006 16:59:25 GMT -5
His enemy falls to a knee, the beast insides him screams in exhulation. The shield is thrusted into his mouth to prevent him from ripping his enemies throat out. The white fur is coated with his enemies blood. Removing the shield from his mouth, Larn's beast inside him howels, wishing the blood to run thick down his gullet. The sun causes the wolf to sweat, its eyes narrowing as the crowd gets the first real look at it. Breaking 7 foot, its muscle ripples, enhancing Larn's unusual strength. The claws and footclaws are razor sharp, able to tear a man to pieces. However unlike most of the beasts, this one is white as snow, Leaping to the top of a pillar, Larn hurls the shield like a discus, the sun gleaming over the edges of it as it is aimed for Tarnons wrist, trying to knock the blade loose. Tensing Larn's backlegs, he pushes off, arms spread wide to knock Tarnon to the ground, shattering his arrows.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 30, 2006 17:25:27 GMT -5
Tarnon watches the beast in its acrobatic feats as it rips the shield from his hands and perches utop a pillar. The beast launches the shield at him. Tarnon barely manages to dodge the spinning disc as it lodges itself in another pillar behind him. Angered the Werewolf leaps at Tarnon again knocking him to the ground. Tarnon can hear the snap of most his arrows breaking from the force of the fall.
Tarnon lunges his blade forward looking to strike the heart of the beast. He then pulls his feet to his chest and kicks them outward into the stomach of the wolf in a attempt to throw the beast off him.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 30, 2006 21:05:03 GMT -5
The arrows snapping are music to his ears,his lips pulled back, exposing his teeth. Squirming, Tarnorn grins, the poisin on the blade causing it to steam. Pulling it back, Larn realizes the horrible position he is in. Turning quickly, the blade ascends quickly aim towards Larn's heart. Quick as lighning, Larn turns, trying to avoid the deadly strike.
The blade feels cold against Larns skin as he turns the blade sinking deep into his shoulder. Snarling, blood clogs the heavy white fur, causing Larn to rear back in pain. His claws incircle the hilt and he pulls its out, blood and fur lining the steel. Looking at it with extreme annoyance as the beast hates all forms of pain. Throwing the blade into the crowd, he turns his attention back to the small elf. The crowd screams in exhulation as Larn roars in the face of his enemy, spittle dripping down in globs.
Rend his flesh Larn, drink his blood, the Beast. His claws flash in the mid-afternoon as they tighten on the Bosmer's fists. His knees press down on Tarnon's leg, compressing the deep wound on Larn's leg. Leaning down, Larn snaps at his enemies neck and chest, trying to sever all major blood connections.
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Post by DEATH97 on Nov 1, 2006 23:41:39 GMT -5
Tarnon watches helplessly as his sword is flung towards the crowd. He struggles to keep the beast from doing to much damage, but he can do only so much. The wolf snarls and puts his full weight on Tarnon's leg. The beast drools and snaps with his teeth at his opponent.
Tarnon tries desperatly to regain control, but finds himself pinned beneath the animal. He raises his right arm only to have it clasped between the snapping jaws. Tarnon manages to get his left arm free and goes for the crossbow at his side. He can't get to his arrows, so he only has the one shot thats already loaded.
"Better put it to the best use then" Tarnon thinks to himself. He pulls the beast closer with his right arm and twists it. His own blood drops onto his chest and neck, as he removes his arm from the werewolf's mouth. He grasps the crossbow tightly in his left hand and shoves its end into Larn's mouth. "SUCK ON THIS!!"
Tarnon yells and narrows his eyes as he pulls the trigger.
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Post by dogonda on Nov 2, 2006 15:36:01 GMT -5
The beast inside of him screams in exhulation as the Bosmer's blood sprays and coats Larn's mouth and fangs, the hot liquid dripping into his gullet. The Breton in Larn watches on carefully, making sure his other personality will not foul up. Suddenly the figure moves his left hand, cathing Larn by suprise, the left hand pulling out a small crossbow. Screaming, Larn's Bretonian side steals the reigns of power from the beast within. The skin under the fur hardens, becomming that of scales. The arrow soars, stricking within the fur, scales, and thick skin cautiously, the point not meant to go through so many layers. His green eyes narrow, staring into that of his enemies.
This fool must pay, the wolf snarls deep within the bowels of Larn's mind, the words hitting home as the blood drips from light wound in Larn's mouth. That he must, Larn's ferocious human side snarls back, wishing for this fools blood to stain the sands. The flesh in Larns mouth becomes stale. Quickly, with a whip of his head, he tries to break the Bosmer's arm. Putting even more pressure on his legs, Larn uses both arms and claws to try to tear the muscle out of the elfs arm. Now tear at his throat Larn, end him... The wolf whispers, and Larn lowers his head, tyring to tear into the Bosmer's jugular.
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Post by dogonda on Nov 3, 2006 15:30:14 GMT -5
Readdd
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Post by OGRenderence on Nov 3, 2006 17:07:27 GMT -5
Gordon looked down at the fight and muttered to himself. He didn't care to watch this fight, as his mind was still else where.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Nov 3, 2006 17:52:39 GMT -5
Jerek silently joins Gordon. "Who would've guessed we had a werewolf, eh?" Jerek opens up his flask and takes a long sip. He holds it out to Gordon.
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Post by OGRenderence on Nov 3, 2006 17:56:15 GMT -5
Gordon took a small sip from the flask and gave it back to Jerek, then walked off still muttering under his breath.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Nov 3, 2006 21:36:42 GMT -5
"Have a good day," said Jerek as Gordon walked away. He returned his attention to the fight. "Very interesting indeed."
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Post by DEATH97 on Nov 7, 2006 12:32:11 GMT -5
Tarnons Arrow hits, but the damage is Minimal thanks to the Bretons quick thinking, and slight control over the animal standing before him. The Bosmer plants his forarm between the massive jaws of the beast as it attempts to rip out his throat. His arm is torn badly, the flesh hanging off the shattered bone. He can't help but scream under the pain.
The werewolf seems intent to go for a killing blow and Tarnon can only think of his own survival. Knowing the end could be near his adrenaline rushes through his blood stream, tensing his muscles. He waits for one of the beasts lunges for his neck and uses its own momentum to roll over. Tarnon struggles to get his arm free but cannot pry it from the powerful jaws of the wolf.
Tarnon makes a desperation attempt and uses his free hand to try to gouge out the eyes of the creature.
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