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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 21, 2006 6:21:55 GMT -5
OOC: Me you will post your intro first, and get the last move.
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Post by me on Oct 21, 2006 20:44:26 GMT -5
OK...
ic: Phoenix a name that he had adopted only recently, a name that could come to mean many dark and dangerous things, yet even so it was still being chanted by the arenas audience. How many had gathered to watch a Khajit who had suffered long enough be beaten once again by a better equipped and more skilled opponent. The audience only wished more suffered the same fate.
He strode into the gated area watching his opponent, how did he live on. How could he stand the pain. He wished he would be able to end it, but once again the audience would be denied a head, once again his opponent would be denied freedom form his cage. Such were the inner thoughts of an outwardly happy man.
He saluted his opponent through the bars of the gate using his longsword. Only a matter of time till the gates would open. Calmly he ditched his once happy demeanor and settled into the controlled frenzy of a warrior.
The gates opened he cautiously stepped outside into the view of the animals that formed the crowd.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 22, 2006 2:57:15 GMT -5
J'Narhi stands at the gates and peers through the rusty bars.. The crowd screams for blood... His blood. He twists the Iron cuffs on his wrists, the skin underneath them soft and cut from his recent tantrum. Goran the Orc liked to tease him so.. and often stabbed and cut him through his cage when Balin wasn't looking.
J'Narhi holds his iron sword weakly, its rusty blade, just as bad as the one he had before. His shield remained in his red room, for his master told him he wasn't allowed to bring it this time. Not that it helped, the worn metal had holes big enough to shove the blunt end of a mace through.
J'Narhi see's his opponent salute him.. Not often has one shown the Khajiit that kind of respect. Feeling unworthy J'Narhi averts his eyes. He kneels in place, to honor his opponents good graces. The gates begin to rattle and the crowd gets to its feet. J'Narhi does the same.
The bars drop slowly in a taunting matter, as J'Narhi prepares himself mentally for the battle to come. This warrior has given him respect. He narrows his eyes and bares his teeth. "I shall give him a good fight.. I owe him that much."
The bars hit the bottom and J'Narhi steps into the Arena floor. The sand shifts beneath his bare feet, and attaches itself to his fur as the wind carries it swirling across the arena's surface. J'Narhi places his blades tip in the sand and draws a symbol of his birth land.
He watches Phoenix enter the arena, and decides to get this over with quickly...
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 22, 2006 3:11:55 GMT -5
J'Narhi wastes no time.. He knows Balin is watching him tonight. Phoenix was the newest member to the Arena, and Balin figures he may be an easy win. J'Narhi cuts through the sand, his agility would be legendary if he weren't kept half starved.
He leaps into the air, and lands just before Phoenix. J'Narhi goes into a flurry of sword slashes, to his opponents waist and head. His hands are shakey, so he knows his aim is off, but he uses his speed, and quickness to try and deliver more than the Imperial can handle. Hopfully its not more than his poor excuse for a sword can handle as well.
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Post by me on Oct 22, 2006 3:22:57 GMT -5
Smiling at the ferocity of the attacks Phoenix used his opponents equipment to, or rather the lack of good equipment, to his advantage. As soon as the first slash was delivered he dropped to the floor and fired a disintegrate weapon spell. His opponent was focused on attacking and didn't notice that he had torn his weapon to shreds in the progress.
When his opponent finally noticed he no longer had an actual weapon Phoenix delivered his own series of slashes aimed at his opponents torso, but not before aiming a high magnitude frost spell at his opponents feet.
He almost hoped that something would go wrong. His enemy didn't deserve to die, his owner did. Better yet his owner should be forced to go through the same thing his slave was now.
His opponent had easily jumped out of the range of his sword, but now weaponless. In his situation Phoenix would have lost hope, yet this battle would prove who the better man would be. It wasn't always the winner...
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 22, 2006 3:51:54 GMT -5
J'Narhi's sword slashes miss their target, he pulls back to get a better swing, only to watch as his rusted blade crumbles in his hand. The imperial looks deep in thought, and J'Narhi attempts to take advantage of this fact. His first instinct is to jump back and form another strategy. He pulls his weight low, and relies on his great Acrobatic abilities.
Just when the Khajiit begins to straighten his legs for the jump he finds his feet stuck to the sand, frozen in a block of ice. J'Narhi is trapped, and for a moment panic sets in, until Phoenix throws his sword forward.. towards J'Narhi's waist. His legs still frozen in place, J'Narhi uses his quickness to evade the many slashes of his opponent. His already ragged clothes are cut and shredded by the blade in many places.
J'Narhi clentches his teeth together as the cold steel of Phoenix's blade cuts deeply into his left side. The sand beneath the Khajiit becomes a crimson painting, as blood and small chunks of orange fur taint its surface. J'Narhi ducks another of Phoenix's attacks, and in one swift movement he digs his claws into the Ice at his feet. He rips the front of the frozen cube and leaps backwards as he stands.
J'Narhi lands kneeling in the sand. He faces Phoenix, and turns his head to his left looking into the stands. Balin's face stares down at the Khajiit, and J'Narhi can tell by his expression he is not pleased. For a moment J'Narhi loses himself and thinks of the beating of his master's whip, that is sure to follow the match. J'Narhi favors his wound, and shakes his head snapping back into the now.
He gives a mighty roar, that silences the arena, and blindly rushes his opponent once more. He dodges various debri the crowd throws at him, and leaps at Phoenix. He lands feet first on the Imperial's chest, and takes him to the ground. He digs the claws of his toes deep into the Raiment of the Imperial, and unleashes his animalistic fury upon his opponent in the form of teeth and claws.
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Post by me on Oct 22, 2006 4:29:42 GMT -5
In a state of disbelief as he lay on the ground having meat torn from him by a prisoner he grew angry. To retaliate he used his skill in telekineses to throw dust into the Khajits face. Then as it was stunned delivered a two fingered jab into a pressure point to the left of the Khajits left eye, that caused the eye itself to jump from its socket. If its eyes had been opened nothing would have been able to save it, except a master healer which were never with in easy reach.
Then flinging his leg into J'Harni's back he was able to scramble to his feet and deliver a powerful kick to his opponents chest. The exertion further damaged his body, but thanks to his skill in restoration he was able to bring his body to near pristine condition. Then taking his sword he flung a spell of drain athletics, and a spell of paralyze at his opponent. Finally he caged his opponent using highly damaging shock spells. Either the paralyze spell, or the drain spell would hit. No matter what his opponent did lightning would almost surely play across its body.
All that was left was a slash of his sword.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 22, 2006 6:45:39 GMT -5
J'Narhi sat upon the Imperial unleashing his rage, when a cloud of sand and dust sweeps up from the arena's floor and into his face. The Khajiit throws his head back, and closes his eyes in a reaction to the burning sands. Phoenix's fingers hit the side of J'Narhi's head, sending a sharp pain through him into his skull that rattles the nerve ending in his right eye.
If he hadn't been thrashing about, the damage would be worse. He stops the assault on the Imperial and finds Phoenix's feet into his chest as a result. J'Narhi, is flung backwards, but amazingly manages to stay on his feet. He has trouble opening his right eye, but see's the mystic slash of his opponents sword through his left.
J'Narhi attempts to dive out of the way, as a series of spells is cast in his direction. Still winded from the kick to the chest, J'Narhi is hit by the first spell, as the second flies harmlessly by. J'Narhi rolls to his feet, but feels different somehow. The arena becomes slightly blurry, as does the Imperial in front of him.
Phoenix seems to move with a speed uncanny for his race. Then it hits J'Narhi... Phoenix wasn't moving faster... it was him that was moving slower. A drain skill Athletics was what had hit him. J'Narhi watches helplessly as the Imperial sends a bolt of lightning in his direction.. Even if he were a hundred percent, it would of been a difficult move to evade. [shadow=yellow,left,300] [glow=blue,2,300]Bbbzzzzz...ZAP...zzzzzbbB [/glow][/shadow] J'Narhi loses consciousness for a moment and awakens to a blue sky. He hears nothing.. not the sound of the Arena, or the movements of his opponent.. just silence.. He can feel the wind flowing through his fur, and watches as a white dove fly's majestically overhead. Its wings move with a grace and freedom he can only dream to obtain.
His hazy state is interrupted by a disturbing scent.. The smell of burnt hair, and scorched flesh stings his nostrils and awakens him from his daze. He sits up slowly, and remembers where he is.. remembers what he has to do... and remembers what happens to him... If he fails.
J'Narhi gets to his feet and looks to the stands. The Arena Master and his Uncle, the Arena's custodian stands near Balin. No doubt talking about the Arena's future, none of them seem interested in the match at this point. J'Narhi figures Balin has probably already written him off at this point.
J'Narhi becomes enraged, smoke still rising from his singed fur, he steals an iron Axe off a nearby corpse. He pulls some arrows out of the nearby wall and clasps them in between his teeth. He rushes Phoenix yet again, but slower.. using his great acrobatic techniques to make up for his new lack of speed.Once he gets in striking distance of the Imperial he leaps high over his head, and attempts to jab one of the loose arrows into the eyes of Phoenix. He lands behind his opponent and turns hacking his borrowed Axe across the Imperials back.
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Post by me on Oct 22, 2006 15:19:50 GMT -5
That his opponent was still able to move might have been called a miracle. That he was still able to fight was a direct act of the gods.
As his opponent leaped into the air and tried to take his eye using a loose arrow Phoenix did the only thing he could think of. He built the destructive powers of fire, not as a bolt to be flung at his enemies, but as a powerful flame around his free hand. He then brought that hand up into the path of J'Narhi's attack. The inferno melted the tip of the arrow, and burned the wood to ashes. The Khajit landed behind him, and he threw himself froward to avoid whatever strike that might be thrown.
He was only partially successful. The Axe tore the raiment off his back, and left a shallow cut on his flesh. Angrily he turned to face his opponent. The Khajit was striking once again. He redirected the Axe and trapped in on the ground, before aiming a kick at his opponents weapon hand.
J'Narhi dropped the Axe then was pushed still further back by another kick aimed at its gut. Before his enemy left his striking range Phoenix left a shallow cut across its right shoulder.
When the Khajit had stopped itself things couldn't have gotten better. J'Narhi had happened to stop on an iron shield that was buried under a layer of sand. Using telekineses once again Phoenix tore the shield upward sending the Khajit into the ground, then he slammed the shield down into its back.
Now almost completely drained of magic Phoenix strode forward and prepared his blade. An animal will only fight more ferociously when cornered, and now his opponent was nothing but an animal.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 23, 2006 4:34:36 GMT -5
J'Narhi watches as the Imperial lights up in a fiery rage before him. The arrows in his hand incinerated almost instantly, as the Khajiit lands behind Phoenix. His opponent moves swiftly away from him, but J'Narhi steps forward with a massive swing of his Axe to follow. Finally a break, as the sharp edge of the Axe sparks against his opponents raiment the yellow decorated armor falls helplessly to the sand. The blade sliced through the Imperial's back, as blood forms quickly at the site of the wound.
The crowd roars with excitement, and is on their feet again. Balin looks surprised as he motions for Mathis to move out his way. Phoenix does not look impressed, and turns to face his attacker. J'Narhi brings back his Axe for another blow, but has it deflected to his side by the Imperial's quick defense. Phoenix kicks swiftly and throws his leg into J'Narhi's hand, knocking the Axe to the arena floor. His other foot spins around connecting with J'Narhi's chest.. sending the Khajiit, stumbling backwards. Phoenix's blade acts as the final insult as it slices lightly into his right shoulder.
J'Narhi stops several feet from the Imperial, but finds himself flung upwards as an Iron shield beneath his feet is manipulated by his opponent. He falls to the ground, the salty taste of sand stings his bloody lips. J'Narhi's muscles tense and his teeth clamp together as the Iron shield lands hard across his back. The Khajiit breath's heavily now, as the sand is blown from his lips with each exhale. He grips the sand in his hands. The grains sparkle slightly as they slide through his fingertips. A memory enters his head, from a past long forgotten.
Bruised... Battered... But not yet beaten. J'Narhi's eyes narrow. No more signs of the once civilized man, that once looked through them. Phoenix moves closer, and draws his sword. The Khajiit is cornered... caged... He didn't like cages. J'Narhi sets up and uses his claws to rip the straps to his raiment off of his body. He stands on all fours, more beast now than man. He licks the blood from his lips.
The crowd cheers in anticipation. The monster versus the man. But who was the monster.. and who was the man?
J'Narhi clasps the shield in his teeth and leaps at Phoenix. He grabs the iron between his hands.. Spins.. Bringing its edge into the abdomen of the Imperial. He throws his teeth towards his opponents forearm in an attempt to disarm him of his sword. He then gathers all he has left, and lowers the shield, bringing it up with all his strength towards his opponents jaw.
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Post by me on Oct 23, 2006 15:40:33 GMT -5
Two animals now fought in the arena. One showed his true self, and told the crowd that it accepted the fact. The other tried to hide the demon resting inside him, but the walls began to crumble. A man by definition and appearance; a demon hidden under a guise.
The animal called J'Narhi charged the animal that was Phoenix. The shield carried by the Khajit sliced into his abdomen, a shallow cut yet it still fueled the rage breaking down the dam of humanity. Teeth sunk into his arm breaking the dam, and causing him to drop his main weapon. Stumbling backward the shield barely missed his jaw, but the damage had been done.
A demon now stood in the ashes that had formed his humanity. How appropriate his name now seemed, a demon risen from the ashes of a man, the mans body now the blade wielded by the demon.
Instead of grabbing one of the short swords that served as his back up weapons, he slammed his opponent into a pillar in the center of the arena. Then forming a fist with his other hand he began to mercilessly beat his opponent. Blood ran freely from the now torn skin on his knuckles, yet the pain only managed to fuel the rage.
Finally as his hand seemed ready to fall apart he rammed his forehead into his opponent, yet all the while it had managed to sink its teeth still further into his arm. His magic which had been depleted was fueled by the demon resting inside him. He gathered magic energy around his fist and prepared for another strike.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 24, 2006 4:10:38 GMT -5
J'Narhi tastes the Imperial's thick blood in his mouth, he growls and throws his claws into his skin. Phoenix becomes the animal he is fighting against, two devils on the hunt... Searching for souls of the lost. The Imperial slams J'Narhi hard into a pillar, one of the wooden stakes piercing his back.
J'Narhi flinches slightly from the pain, but clasps down even harder with his teeth, pulling and tearing at the flesh. Phoenix goes into rampage, and bashes the Khajiit's head and body with his closed fist. Phoenix's free hand poured down his rage upon J'Narhi who seems intent to bite through his arm. The Imperial grabs J'Narhi behind his neck and shoves his own forehead into the Khajiit's face.
J'Narhi shakes off the blow, struggling to keep conscious as he feels the hardened bone now between his teeth. His beastly eyes look upwards at his opponent. Phoenix brings back his fist, and gathers energy from an unknown force. J'Narhi knows he can't take another direct hit at this point, and releases his grip on the Imperial's arm.
The Khajiit lowers his head just in time as Phoenix follows through with a powerful blast. The Imperial's fist goes completely through pillar as it shatters and wobbles at its base. The blow drops J'Narhi off the spike that had impaled him as he falls to the floor. The Khajiit looks up and rolls out of the way as the Pillar crashes down into the sand between the two combatants.
J'Narhi gets to his feet slowly.. his lung possibly punctured, blood spews from his mouth with each breath he takes. The crowd is on its feet and screaming at the destruction before them. Dust still swarms the air around the fallen pillar. hatred boils under his skin. Not for the Imperial, but for the crowd. His pain becomes their amusement. His hand clutches his chest, as a strange rattle can be heard from within.
J'Narhi knows he can't last much longer. He hasn't the strength to attack anymore. His ears drop to his side, as he staggers under his own weight. Balin can be heard from the stands.. shouting obscenities at his slave. J'Narhi looks to Phoenix.. He waits for him to attack. The Khajiit knows defense is his only hope now. He fears he has lost the match, but now must fight for his very survival.
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Post by me on Oct 24, 2006 15:55:17 GMT -5
I was a person once wasn't I? The thought ran through the demons head. Raw fury soon engulfed the thought, but damage had been done. He stopped as his opponent retreated. There was a reason for this wasn't there? There doesn't need to be a reason tear into his skin, devour him, rend him limb from limb with your bare hands!
He took a faltering step forward, but his hands were to badly damaged to move. Whispering the incantation of healing he regained control of his limbs. The act of healing had muted the sound of the demons but they soon began to circle in his head again.
He saw his enemy battered, bruised, broken, but still prepared to fight. Then the demons had their way once again. That pregnant dog tore your arm open! It made you feel pain, it made you bleed! Tear its chest open and devour its still beating heart!
Humanity would have won, if not for the voice hurling obscenities at one of the arena contestants. He soon saw the person, but a red veil of anger blurred his vision. The distinct all he had was a target, but that was all that he needed. He hurled several balls of fire at the target. Someone jumped in the path of his magic, but the magic was defeated by enchantments built into the walls of the arena. Hearing noise he saw his opponent once again.
Kill him and they shall let you out. They will let you pursue your target. He sprinted toward J'Narhi and leaped into the air. Bot of Phoenix's feet planted themselves in the Khajits chest. Then as they both hit the ground, instead of reaching for the short swords that served as his back-up weapons, he scrambled toward J'Narhi and planted his shoulder into the still rising figure. He then began to rain blows upon the Khajit.
Finally he leaped once again, but this time away from his opponent. He needed range if he were to launch the spell he had in mind. As he reached the safe distance he launched a massive fireball. Instead of dieing like a good opponent the Khajit dived out of the path of his magic, and the magic exploded across the wall. Seeing that his attack had failed Phoenix charged one last time, a snarl of pure anger and hate painted on his face.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 24, 2006 16:31:00 GMT -5
Larn walks from out of the bloodworks, up into the arena stadium. Some of the members stare with disgust at him and turn back the the combat.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 28, 2006 5:36:13 GMT -5
Naurotu Stood in the stands next to Balin. He watched the fight from the stands. He loved the roar of the crowd, and the thrill of the fight. Perhaps thats what led him to purchase the Arena in the first place. It was good to be a part of a legitimate business for once. Still... Doesn't mean he's changed his ways. Balin was an old friend, and a long time gambler at the Arena. He was the one that talked Naurotu into buying the Arena in the first place.
For that he got free entrance to all events, and even his own fighter. J'Narhi was a valuable asset. He was a scrapper for sure, and always put on a show for the mindless people in the crowd. Shame he never wins. Naurotu often thought that if Balin would stop beating and starving J'Narhi, he'd at least be a Gladiator by now. But once again the Khajiit looks on the verge of defeat.
Balin shouts at his fighter from the stands. The bulky Orc Goran on his left, and the cloaked figure of Balin's shadow as they called him standing on Balin's right. Naurotu watches as his Uncle Mathis picks up some trash on the seats in front of them. He shakes his head in thought. He had told his Uncle he didn't have to clean during this fight, but he was doing it anyway. Naurotu was an Altmer with some great standing. His elegant shirt and pants covered partially by the red cape across his back. He didn't usually come to the stands. He had his own booth built where he could watch the fights away from the day to day scum that frequented the stands. Yet he was here all the same. He had a business deal to close with Balin.
Naurotu's attention is regained as Goran jumps from his seat to stand in front of Balin, his employer. The Imperial below had the nerve to fire Magic into the stands. The protective spell absorbs the spells without incident. Naurotu narrows his eyes at the Imperial, and makes a note of his defiance. Phoenix seems to return his attention back to J'Narhi, as he kicks him in the chest. Naurotu stands from his seat and waves for Mathis to follow him, as he makes his way to the exit of the stands.
J'Narhi takes the hit.. out of energy and out of breath. He struggles to get to his feet but is thrown down again by a fierce shoulder being thrown into him. The Imperial unleashes his fury upon the Khajiit as strong lancing blows pound into his face and chest. J'Narhi does all he can to defend himself, but can only block a small percent of the attacks. His eye bleeds along with his lip.
Phoenix lets up his attack and jumps backwards. For a moment J'Narhi thinks of giving up... just letting the darkness take him. Away from the screams, away from this life, away from the pain..."No..." The Khajiit finds the last bit of energy within him and gathers it to his will. He knows what would happen if he gave up. He wouldn't die.. Balin wouldn't let him.. No. He'd wake up in a cage again. With that ugly Orc ready to pound on him again... "No."
Phoenix fires a massive fireball in J'Narhi's direction. The Khajiit acts quickly and dives out of the way, the blast shakes the arena wall and flings J'Narhi into another Pillar. He manages to dodge the spikes this time, but His burst of energy was short lived. He only manages to get up to his knees and can't seem to stand. J'Narhi does the only thing he can and grabs various rocks that are nearby and throws them at his opponent.
The Khajiit runs his hands desperately through the sand, until he finds one of them gripping a handle. He lifts his hand as a short sword is uncovered. Its Iron blade long forgotten. Its blood lust reawakened for this... most critical moment. J'Narhi steadies his hand as the Imperial is distracted by the stones. He reaches deep into his skills as a Marksman and sends the Short sword soaring towards his opponent's waist. It won't kill his opponent, but with any luck, it will put him down.
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