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| Brutal Kombat [P]; Private: Doron | |
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| Doron | Tue Oct 2, 2012 4:03 am Post #16 |
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The dwarven-raised berserker charged, and his opponent took up an iron stance, lashing out with his fists. They struck Doron's throat, and let out a hoarse, half-strangled choking cough as they drove into the soft flesh. The pain even managed to cut through his rage-addled brain, and he stood there wheezing even as the old warrior was pushed back from his charge. His thoughts were so unstable by this point that he couldn't even comprehend what the man shouted at him as he began to spin. Too distracted by his breathless lungs, he didn't react nearly in time to stop the attack, and foot smashed against his skull, making his knees week and resulting in a drunken stagger as he tried to stay up. It was a losing battle. The second kick wasn't even necessary, but it did, at least, keep him from still trying to fight back. There was a crack as it collided with his jaw and his head snapped up again as he fell hard on his back. Explosive bursts of light were appearing before his eyes. Dazed as he was, he still managed to look up, his dilated pupils locking on his opponent. Slowly, painfully, he rolled over and struggled, trying to inch his way towards him. He reached a fist out. "G...grahh..." he growled. Things were going dark, the crowd was cheering - not for him. His enemy still stood. His hand tried to grasp for the man's leg and fell short. Planting his palms against the ground and pushing himself up proved to be an impossible task. A mess of his own hair had fallen in front of his face, nearly obscuring his grimace as he glared upwards for a few seconds before collapsing back to the ground, very much unconscious. |
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| Oldman | Tue Oct 2, 2012 3:22 pm Post #17 |
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Krent felt his kicks hit, and he watched the young warrior fall, he seemed to struggle at first, but it was only for a short while until he fell unconscious. Krent gave a grunt of pain as the healers ran off onto the field, casting their spells to repair any damage done to the warriors. Krent nodded to the fallen warrior, "When he awakens tell him this. 'You are strong and fast, but you lack skill find me again and I shall train you and make you a proper inheritor of my burning spirit!'" With that he walked away, the healing magic stitching up his wounds, he grabbed his fallen weapons as he walked. He sheathed them as the crowd erupted into a loud chant, shouting the old man's name, Krent waved to the crowd as he walked, accepting the reward he had chosen, part of an old stone tablet, just a fragment no bigger than his fist. He pocketed the piece and shook some hands, walking out and away, looking for the next pupil and fragment, he was one step closer to finding the secrets of his nomadic people, and now only five people away from having the necessary seven disciples. |
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