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Post by Doomy on May 7, 2008 7:31:52 GMT -5
Post 8
"So ye've got yerself a sword?" Doomy growls. "Ye'd better know how to use it!" Yelling a Borese war cry, the dwarf surges forwards. Aiming a double-handed overhead slice at the Giak, he is determined to rip through his opponent's defences.
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Post by Okak dez naj on May 7, 2008 7:44:08 GMT -5
Okak takes the full force of Doomy's attack with his blade. Smiling at his foe Okak says "Don't worry about my abilities Dwarf, worry about your own" and kicks out at his opponents injured leg. As Doomy dodges back Okak aims a slice at his chest.
post 8, 3 sentences, 2 words
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Post by Doomy on May 7, 2008 11:15:37 GMT -5
Post 9
As he leaps back to avoid the Giak's kick, Doomy inadvertently puts all his weight on his injured leg and the force of impact causes the crippled limb to buckle under his armoured bulk. Dropping to one knee, he desperately bats aside Okak's follow-up to avoid decapitation. Still defiant, the dwarf snarls "Come on, I'll rip your belly open!" I knew I should've brought a gun, he thinks to himself.
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Post by Okak dez naj on May 8, 2008 7:58:30 GMT -5
As the Dwarf goes down on one knee, Okak's grin widen only to turn into a snarl as his attack is blocked. Twisting his sword around the ax's haft he forces it down pinning the weapon to the ground. Stepping forward Okak drives a powerful punch into Doomy's face.
post 9, 3 sentences, 2 words
Doomy manages to free his ax and taking a wild swing forcing Okak to step back to avoid serious injury. Enraged the two opponents exchange blows, each attempting to decimate the other. Finally on the verge of exhaustion both opponents step back and watch each other knowing that this was it, whoever made the first mistake now was finished.
post 10, 3 sentences, 2 words
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Post by zipp on May 13, 2008 13:03:02 GMT -5
Doomy could barely keep his axe raised. His stamina was running out. The crowd was screaming for blood. The giak was confused. His desire was to rip and tear the dwarf from this mortal coil, but the rules said he could not do this.
And rules was something that was very important to the giak culture.
Doomy waited for Okak Dez Naj to make the first move, knowing that he had only one solid blow left in him. If he could dodge the giak's next attack and land the blow, he might be able to take the beast out of commission. He had already decided the blow would fall across the giak's sword arm. It wouldn't kill the creature, and he could think of no other way to stop it. The giak had amazing constitution.
But the giak wouldn't move.
Morgan watched anxiously from her throne above the circles. The crowd was becoming restless, and it was her job to ensure that a riot didn't break out. A difficult task at the tournaments. She gave a slight flick of her wrist.
Doomy suddenly felt his legs move of his own accord. Before he could quite register what was happening, he was rushing the giak, his axe raised for a decimating blow. It wasn't quite like mind control... he felt as if he'd made the move himself, and a second later he forgot any confusion and simply went with it, focusing on taking out his opponent. After all, it had been his decision to rush forward... right?
The giak saw his opportunity in the split second before the axe fell. Launching himself forward, he headbutted the dwarf directly in the face. He grabbed the dwarf's arms at the same time, preventing the blade from falling.
Doomy took the blow full force, and was knocked unconcious. The fight was over.
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