CosmicWhaleShark 2488 Share Posted August 15, 2015 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YY2Kb-85tMQ And so, upon the field they stood. Adorned in armor, swords in hand, intent to kill one another. He's smaller than I expected... With their greetings exchanged, Phaedrus spared no time, and granted no flourish, "I am ready, if you are." With that, he stepped away, and assumed his position in the middle of the field. The onlookers faded from focus, the sounds, even the thoughts poured from his mind. A single word hanging in the now ringing silence he had manifested for himself. Kill. Phaedrus broke forward into a charge, closing in quickly upon the knight. The ringing of the blades hung in his mind as time slowed, and his inner thoughts screamed their orders to the rest of his body. Swing to his neck. Neck. Shield. He has a shield. Parry. Parry. Now press. Forward. Careful. Careful. Hiding his blade. He hit you. Armor. Fight on. Footwork. Footwork! Footwork! You hit him. Blood. More. Kill. Careful... Punch h- No. Don't do that. Sword. Idiot. Kill. Kill. Bastard shield. Should have brought a shield. Who brings a shield? He does. Kill him. The moments melded together as blows were exchanged, matched and tested. Phaedrus hardly remembering if he was even breathing. His armor withstood most blows, adrenaline sparing him from falling victim to distraction otherwise. Finally Phaedrus surged forward and broke the knight's footing, knocking him flat on his rear. With a nod Phaedrus flourished his blade momentarily before resuming a ready stance, backing off for a few moments to allow his enemy to regain his composure. He needs his shield. You don't. A Rex needs no shield. A farseer needs no shield. Men with benevolent gods need shields. Show your true colors to that bastard. See? His are red. Shut up now. He's gotten up. You're fighting. Focus. Focus. Focus. He still has a shield. That damned shield. Forget the shield. Kill him. You should have killed him before he got up. No honor. Honor. If only I wasn't Rex... Here he comes. Broodingly silent, Phaedrus raises his blade up to lock with an overhead swing after an initial flurry of exchanges. Surging forward once more and finally releasing a savage roar from his maw. A single hand falls from its grip on his own sword, gripping the forearm of the knight's sword hand. Pulling him in, Phaedrus raises the man's arm up on high before sliding Kulthark's Fang underneath, slashing deeply into his armpit. Crippled, bleeding dry, and exhausted the knight falls back once more. He is finished. It is done. That was it? That was it. Finish it. Finish it. Finish it. Wait. Pray. Mercy. Let him die. Peace. It is what you would want. I do not pray. I do not care. Do it. Honor. Honor... This whelp? Do it. With that Phaedrus stepped forward once again to the crippled knight, looking toward him sternly before finally croaking out, "If you wish to pray, I will allow it. Remove your chest plate, it will be cleaner that way. They can look upon you as you are, when you are brought back." The knight complied, and spoke a few words to him, Phaedrus was not paying attention. However he began to remove his chest plate and fall to his knees. His sword. No tricks. Phaedrus in turn responded by moving to step behind the knight, picking his sword up from the grass as he assumed his own position at the man's back. As the knight finished his prayers, Phaedrus spoke up again, noticeably speaking loud enough for the onlooking crowd to hear. "I hope I have shown you my true colors today, knight. Now relax, it will be less painful that way." Who even is this man? As Phaedrus raises his sword, hovering the point over the meat of the man's now exposed shoulder, he asks, "What was your name again?" The knight breathed out a sigh, before responding in a resigned tone. "I am...-" his words falling upon deaf ears. I do not care. Silence fell once more between the two, and finally, Phaedrus finished him - promptly plunging his blade past bone and through flesh. In turn promptly bringing the blade back out, blood pooling from the wound like a dying well, simply bubbling barely past the flesh before it oozed across the rest of the man's body. Phaedrus, finally, turned his back on the body, raising his bloodied sword over his head - shouting out his final order for that day. "Uruks! Back to the Iron Uzg!" The Rex shall reign, another day. 26 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Destroyer_Bravo 1054 Share Posted August 15, 2015 Drak'Lur kicks over some looter with his horse before riding away from the field. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
marimbamonk 1501 Share Posted August 15, 2015 ((The contemplative combat was actually a really nice addition to this narrative. I loved it.)) Hearing word of the elven Rex's strength from the Orcs that return from the battle, Brunhyldir leans on his cane. He gives a nod to himself. "Perhapz diz twiggie ahm moah den me toht." The goblin shifts his weight and walks off to a silent hill to meditate. "Me weyl wait until me meet'm... Bud maybeh dare ken be a twiggie Rex and peez, ad da zame tik." The wind shifts, and the goblin's cane taps into the sand lightly. He grunts. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dyrr 137 Share Posted August 15, 2015 Vrog'Lur observes the fight, watching Phaedrus slay the Knight. "Da lat-.." he stops himself, realizing his mistake. "Nub.. Da Rex iz victuriyuz.." "Hi rizked beung flat en diz klomp und hi nub evun hirt. Mi um nuw pruud tu cull Phaedruz Rex, fur hi huz shuwn muni hunur und bruviry in diz klomp.." he says whilst walking back with the rest of the Uruks. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pinochet 356 Share Posted August 15, 2015 The Wargoth Nagg'Raguk nods in respect of his victorious Rex. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lark 2227 Share Posted August 15, 2015 Durok'Lur nods in approval on the sidelines amongst his Lur brothers, he cracks tusky grin as his amber eyes take in the event to remember this day forever. Dain sits upon a hill, watching the fight silently, away from the shouting, away from the crowds. He hated crowds. This elf, this warrior. His thoughts raced as he played with a rock between his fingers. As he watches the knight fall, he begins to fill his heart beating, his adrenaline begins to race. Watching the swords ring in the air, steel flashing in the sun, blood in the air. He feels himself drawn into the combat, dancing around the knight with only a sword forged by his own hand. His veins pulse, his hand crushes the rock in his hand instinctively as the knight falls for the last time. Everything seems to blur around him save for the end, watching as Phaedrus gives the knight a moment to pray before ending it. He nods in respect to this elf, this Rex of the Orcs. His hand, covered in the dust of the stone reaches up to his face. Dain's finger traces the deep scar under his right eye, remembering his encounter with the late Vrogak all those years ago. He smiles lightly as his hand drops to his knee, pushing himself up. "I wonder if this one will scar me to." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
wolfdwg 2677 Share Posted August 15, 2015 Worg'Azog Beats his chest with pride watching his Rex destroy the 'Pinkie'. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mitch dharma 438 Share Posted August 15, 2015 "Good figh', mates!" exclaims 'Sammy'. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted August 15, 2015 Rayun'Azog shouts for victory!! 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Samoblivion 532 Share Posted August 15, 2015 ((Had this in my head while reading.)) 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huh 91 Share Posted November 3, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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