None Cannon Battles
Jan 17, 2017 21:31:54 GMT -6
Post by Butorega on Jan 17, 2017 21:31:54 GMT -6
"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.
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.