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Post by Clair Feldsky on Sept 19, 2012 20:03:52 GMT -6
"He killed him.... He just killed him...."Clair looked on in surprise. She didn't quite believe her eyes, but things weren't changing as she kept watching. Boar was still on the ground with a spear lodged in his face, and the old man still stood over him.
She'd been impressed with how the old man had taken advantage of his baits, and brought his larger, younger, and more vigorous opponent to the ground, but that last blow had just taken all of her sympathy or respect from the old man, and replaced it with anger and incredulity.
"You just killed him for a show, you old bastard!" Clair was left furious, and again was reminded of why arena reputations were so low.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Sept 20, 2012 13:16:26 GMT -6
Tuatara stopped as events unfold. "Not cool man," he said. Life is for fun. It is funny. Death, not being life, is not funny. And that was totally uncalled for. Thats one thing, your fun should not cause that much harm to someone. Nope, never.
"You dirty old man, come here so I can castrate you!" Tuatara called out, trying his best to slip through the bars. He whipped out his dagger. "Come here, thats foul play that is!" Where are you Aeros! Oh how we need you now! Evil's a foot! Or is it a hand. Lance? Dirty old man? Bah, evil's here, and I would really like any excuse for my friend to randomly appear.
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 20, 2012 19:21:57 GMT -6
Richter couldn't help but chuckle as Clair and Tuatara got their ire up over the Boar's death, even if he did know that Clair's heart was in the right place. These were real men, fighting with real weapons with really sharp edges. Could you really expect death to be far away? Richter knew going into this that not every match would end with the same sunshine and rainbows that the Lost Swordsman's had. He also suspected that, given his attitude and reputation, Boar the Bloodthirsty wouldn't have stopped until Whitebeard was dead anyway.
"Good fight you old coot!" shouted Richter with a cupped hand around his mouth. "Finished him like a stuck pig!"
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Aurek
Soldier
I hate the undead just a little more than I hate the living.
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Profession: Santa
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Post by Aurek on Sept 21, 2012 21:26:09 GMT -6
Aurek tried to pick himself up but collapsed to the ground again. His muscles were screaming in agony as they cramped up. Apparently, the only reason he was able to move so well before was the adrenaline rush. That had come to an end. Now he could feel just how costly all that diving he had done was. Again, he tried to get up. It was almost successful, but as he reached his feet, his muscled locked up and down he went again. He was pretty sure he could hear the crowd laughing somewhere in the background. Aurek only had one goal though, and he was dead set on accomplishing it. Need to find my lance. It's got to be near that Boar guy.
And so it was... still embedded in his face. Not caring, Aurek reached out and pulled himself up, using the lance as a support. He could hear the insides of his opponent's head being turned to soup as he slowly rose. Finally, he was up and standing fairly well. Wrenching the lance from the corpse, he began a slow, stumbling walk back to the underground. He could hear a some boos as well as cheers. Not that it mattered, Aurek was alive and it never tasted so sweet. He could hear the announcer's voice booming. "There you have it folks! In a shocking turn of events, Aurek Whitebeard is your winner! He moves on to Round 2!"
Finally, he had made it out of the center of attention, beneath the walls of the arena. Stumbling toward a wall, he somehow was able to turn around as he felt his back slam against it. Sliding towards the ground, he heard his own heavy breathing and knew the battle had pushed him to his limits. The second battle is going to be awful. What was my original purpose? Oh.. yeah... getting knocked out. That plan was no longer an option for Aurek. He had tasted sweet victory and he was not about to relinquish it. He had found some purpose for his life: fighting. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he would keep training in his own way and constantly struggle against stronger foes. Sure, he was in his early forties so he would have to make a more "creative" style than others. Nothing was going to stop him though.
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Post by Valcrist on Sept 25, 2012 7:16:02 GMT -6
He cringed as the sickening thrust followed up the otherwise brilliant use of dirty tactics to get the upper hand in a clearly disadvantageous situation. He knew death would happen, and when people enter this arena they resign themselves to the fact they may die, but to see it so... bluntly done made Valcrist's skin crawl. He shook it off however, not everyone was him, not everyone would give their opponents time to surrender, and the only thing Valcrist can do is to make sure if he was sure he could not win to give up right away. Instead he applauded, a bit half heartily, but it was still sincere. It was a great battle, even if it had an unfortunate end. That's just how it is, these were deadly battles where everyone was fighting with all they have, to assume they would all turn out with no one hurt was being naive.
"Good job Aurek." He called, not really in a shouting mood. Chances were if Aurek hadn't killed him, he would be killed. Just the truth of battle.
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