It was decided then. The men in the pit and the every resolute Captain and Talia to watch... or leave if they like. Which would be boring of course.
After some hustle and bustle, some organizing and bets being taken, the 3 were gathered in a corner, their opponents having been selected in the other. They had a choice.
Would the use weapons and armor or go in unarmed? The opposing party would be subject to the same rules.
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Venom takes off his sword and shirt, showing his toned body and most of his tattoos. Things might get messy here soon and he did not want to get his shirt stained with blood and hands it to Tallia.
Would you be kind enough to hold this for me, please?
He then begins to warm up, stretching his arms and legs, prepaing himself for the fight.
I say we go unarmed. Brother Kerag and I seem to have to be pretty good at hand-to-hand combat. Bruises would be better than cutting someone to death.
Venom nods to his captain. She had a point. They had a reputation to keep but also a clean one. This would probably limit their attacks some. He was anscious to see who they would fight already to match them up. Adrenaline kicking up a notch, he cracked his knuckles and neck ready to battle. He spoke to his companions next to him, hoping to psych them up some.
Let's show them what we're made of men. Captain, I'm Venom, a trainie in hopes of becoming an official guard. We'll take your lead and our main priority is to keep you safe above all to lead us well in this fight. Would it be wise to match us up with our opponents by size?
It was decided then, they would fight unarmed. Their 4 opponents lost their gear and consisted of an Orc, a dwarf and a half elven female. All of them looked VERY capable.
The rules were explained. First team to get knocked out or is unable to fight loses. That or they yield. The team with remaining combatants or a single combatant standing at the end of the fight wins.
The whole team gets healed after combat. Winner gets a shot at the title. No holds barred. The opposing team slipped into the pit and was ready.
(ALRIGHT. You are going to win this fight. You will all post once each round. I will NOT be posting their actions, you will all post the action in combat at your leisure. At least one of you must be standing to win. This is where your RP really counts gentlemen. You have FIVE rounds, that's 5 turns each. Begin when you're willing and make it good!)
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Tallia "There are some things... that we all can't escape from..."
She took Venom's belongings in surprise, almost tumbling over. She blinked a few times in confusion, but came to her senses as she saw everyone ready towards the ring. Despite a distaste for meaningless combat, she finds herself gripping Venom's things closer to her chest as she cheers loudly (well, as loudly as she can, anyway).
A gentleman was standing by Talia, watching the proceedings. He was somewhat unusual in that her wore a large black cloak and his face was covered a scarf. Likely foreign. He regarded her with cool blue eyes though and his voice was warm and thick, like molasses.
Tallia looked to her captain, a bit surprised of her sudden aid. She wasn't sure what to make of this. Eyeing the masked man, she felt a little uneasy about being near him. She shrunk behind Margrett, reinforcing her words about her. She whispered to Margrett, inaudible to everyone else around them.
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 12, 2011 14:04:54 GMT -5
Kerag stripped down almost completely, wearing only a white fundoshi. His muscles rippled with raw might and the numerous scars decorating his entire body were a testament to his ability and skill as a fighter. He clasped Venom by the shoulder, giving him an encouraging nod and saying no more.
The orc already saluted Captain Zaedus and thought his brother's words said enough for the both of them. After all Kerag wasn't here to make chit-chat, he was here for the battle and glory of the Guard. He observed their opponents. The dwarf and woman weren't by size the biggest threat he thought, his one good green eye watchful of the orc standing with them.
His skin was a darker grey than Kerag's own, although shorter in stature but covered not in scars so much as a large tribal tattoo body suit, the wild black lines extending from his face down to his toes. To say the least he looked vicious, holding out his arms and beckoning the crowd to cheer more. The orc appeared to have a following of sorts amongst some of the crowd, and Kerag's mouth went agape when he heard the name, 'Dra'tok' repeated over and over.
"Dra'tok!"
"Dra'tok!"
Kerag's eye cast down at his large powerful hands and squeezed them tight, adrenaline flooding over the civilized part of his personality, tapping into the primal urges so natural and intoxicating to his people. He reached one hand up and touched his eyepatch, utterly speechless when the match begun. He never thought, of all the places in the world, that he would find Dra'tok here. Yet he tried to clear his mind, and if that didn't help, then Dra'tok bearing down on him across the arena, crying out fearsomely in a frenzy, hands swinging constantly would do the trick.
Kerag swung his arms up and into an X, effectively soaking the punishment Dra'tok was delivering with every swing, the shock of each blow reverberating up and down Kerag's arm, stinging instantly, and slowly moving the recruit backwards, feet sliding against the ground.
"Kerag! To think I never thought I would see you again." Dra'tok growled, working Kerag's defense aggressively, landing a gut shot underneath the block, knocking the wind out of him.
Kerag panted, swinging his arms up again to defend himself, but he wasn't fighting back like normal. He hesitated, taking another blow to the face. He fell to ground and cried out when Dra'tok kicked him. Kerag tried to get up again and took another kick, gasping for air.
Dra'tok reached down and grasped Kerag's hair, pulling his head up.
"Should I take your other eye as a trophy Father?" Dra'tok chuckled.
Kerag swung an open hand into Dra'tok's throat, popping him hard. While Dra'tok gasped for air, Kerag picked himself up and rotated his hips, aiming a side kick at Dra'tok's midsection, sending him flying across the pit.
Kerag wiped the blood from his lips and snarled.
"If you think you can son, I won't make the same mistake I did last time however…"
Dra'tok gained his bearings, reassuming a combat stance.
"And what mistake was that?" He croaked, throat still sore, he barely managed to speak.
Kerag sighed, his eye bloodshot and tearing up.
"Trusting you boy." Kerag said, now running full speed at the orc, leaping into the air for a jump kick.
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The strangely garbed man chuckled as Marg stepped in defensively to guard Talia from his friendly banter. His eyes then settled on Margrettt, unblinking. He stared a moment, eyes studying her and after he seemed done he spoke.
"I meant no offense ma'am. Please excuse my forwardness but you look like someone I knew once. The resemblance is quite remarkable really."
Margrett cocked her head at the drama unfolding in the pit. She was distracted from what the man said for a moment. Apparently Kerag knew the orc in the ring. This could get interesting.