None Cannon Battles

[Butorega]

"Alright lets see if I still got it", spoke a orange hair man as he stretched his shoulder out. Around the man was a pool of burning lava and several layers of black smoke. The screams and wails of the dead filled the air and the smell of burning flesh infested the nostril. This was the underworld, the final resting place for all souls. Unfortunately Butorega was not a good person. As a result he ended up in the more flaming section. For the last two years now his soul had been paying the price for his deeds as a man. However that torture was placed on hold for a moment. The powers that be had decided that they needed some entertainment and Butorega was going to be there instrument of joy.

In one corner stood the proud paladin in his magic resting black armor. In his right hand was a steel battle axe, which Butorega wielded in one hand. His magical sword was left in the mortal plain and despite the fact that he favored the halberd Butorega was left with the weapon that defined most of his life, his battle axe. On the other side of the plot of solid ground was a beast like none other. It was a creature never seen on the realm of men. Legends were written about it, but never had it truly walked the land. Standing a daunting twelve feet tall and six feet wide the creature dwarfed the burly paladin. Its great horns pointed towards the heavens and its breath came out of its body as steam. The name of the creature was lost to its would be challenger, but any scholar could tell you that the beast was none other than a legendary Minotaur. In its right hand was a gigantic blade shaped like a falchion and its left was a great shield the size of a general. Its body was covered in plate armor with very little openings between the joints.

It was clearly a guardian of hell, placed upon the land to beat down the spirits of the fools who ended up in this place. For Butorega however this beast was heaven, a gracious pardon from the endless torture of his soul. Only a smile crossed his face as he stared into the beast soulless eyes.

It was the beast that made the first move, and I was not talking about the Minotaur. Butorega, the brigand turned paladin, charged in with his axe at the ready. His mind was on spilling blood and rediscovering the sensations that were lost to him in the underworld. Battle had been his whole world as the living and to have a small piece of that back meant the world to him now that he was dead.

Wild and crazy Butorega charged in. His efforts however were rewarded with a great slash from the mighty beast battle axe. The massive weapon cut though the air like a pocket knife and would have cleaved the paladin into two. Butorega however was quick on his feet. He was in fact a warrior before his death. Dropping to the ground Butorega barely dodged the blade. The axe haed sliced though the air leaving behind it a sound close to the chime of the reaper himself. Butorega rushed forward, seeking to take advantage of the creatures miss. The axe was a powerful, but clumsy weapon. If you missed you would suffer the consequences for it.

With a missed swing the creature lost its composure and was forced off balance. Butorega moved to take advantage of this. With both hands on his battle axe he rushed into gain a strike on the beast armor. It would be the first test of the day. Butorega needed to know where he stood on the durability of the creatures armor. His attempt however never came as the beast quickly shifted its footing and struck forward with its tower shield. The force of the blow sent the paladin flying backwards. Butorega had not known it, but he had just been struck by a skill. Smite, in all of its glory, gave the beast the power to turn any attack into a fearsome spine buster. The force was so great that it sent Butorega flying back a full ten feet.

"So this is a beast of hell", spoke the paladin as he spat blood on the ground. The creature had recovered from its attack and was now charging toward Butorega at full speed. Its horns ready to gore the evil spirit and send it back to its eternal torture.

[Butorega]

Like a Wyvern in full flight the Minotaur charged forward. Its horns ready to pierce through Butoretga's exposed flesh. The paladin however was ready. As the beast charged forward so did Butorega. Calling upon the hellish energy that now flowed though his body due to his death Butorega was able to pull off a skill that was so popular in the land of the living. His body suddenly speed up and became a blue. He quickly closed the gap between him and the monster and was able to slip past its defenses. With a firm Boot Butorega was able to step on the head of the beast. The creature, in its rage, stood straight up and tossed the paladin toward the ceiling. Taking flight Butorega tighten his grip on his axe, now was the time to strike.

As the paladin's body came down the beast swung its massive axe. Butorega, experience in fighting in aerial combat sent his body into a spin. The spinning motion increased Butorega descent toward the ground. The brigand past right thought the strike zone of the axe before it could reach its target. His axe, coming down in a rotating world wind like skill saw, cut into the flesh of the beast. Screams of pain filled the air as Butorega left a slash straight across the beast chest, first blood was his to claim.

Butorega's victory was short lived however. The breast retaliated just as quickly as it was cut. With a fearsome punch its fist slammed into the soft body of the paladin. His armor absorbed a good bit of the impact, but the force alone was enough to not only knock the wind out of his chest, but send his body flying backwards into a flop. He hit the ground hard. His metal armor scrapped against the black stone shooting off a steam of sprats. Butorega gasped for air as his body attempted to recover from the blow.

"He hits like a freken siege weapon", spoke Butorega. The Minotaur was not going to give him any time to rest. The beast rushed right over and swung its mighty axe over heard. The massive blade came down like a guillotine threatening to cut Butorega completely into two. Out of pure desperation Butorega rolled to the side. The blade of the axe missed him by a inch. Still that did not save him from taking a hit. The beast, quick on its feat, turned the miss slash into a sideways swing. The giant hunk of iron rammed into Butorega and tossed him across the stone.

"D@#$", shouted Butorega as he tried to recover. His breathing was still jacked up when the creatur had slammed its weapon into him. Quickly the beast approached again, but this time Butorega was able to get to his feat. The most had decided against using another downward slash. It pulled back on its arm in preparation to deliver a powerful horizontal strike. That was its mistake. The beast was strong, but it lacked actual combat training. As it pulled its arm back the creature left a opening. A opening the starving wolf Butorega could not ignore.

Without warning or hint Butorega suddenly lunged forward. His axe held firmly in his hand. the beast swung its arm and Butorega ducked. Its forearm sailed over his head as the paladin moved in to strike. "This is for that scar", shouted Butoretga. He expected the beast to understand what he was talking about. With one powerful swing Butorega slashed underneath the creatures arm. The force of the blow drew blood and suddenly the creatures arm grew limp.

"Perfectly done", spoke Butorega to himself. His plan had worked. He was aiming for the soft tissure that formed under the arm pit, but once the creatures arm was in the way Butorega could not help but aim for the vein. With one strok he had disable a arm, but the best still had at least two more.