V0idsoldier 1139 Share Posted March 13, 2012 Judging his new opponent, he watched his demeanor, the way he threw his hit, one last thing to judge, his strength. Standing still, he could dodge the hit with ease, but decides not to, taking it square to the jaw, sending him spinning slightly, he catches himself and puts his hand over his wrapped jaw. Snap. Crack. The sound of his neck popping, the pain only brings him alive, only makes him stronger, he closes his eyes briefly, taking in the situation. The odds were against him, these men wanted him dead, and could kill him if they tried hard enough, he decided it wouldn't matter if he died, he was not backing down. Cracking his knuckles now, he shakes his body, hopping up and down, a large sword resting on his back, though he doesn't draw it, "That all?" he says as a few drops of blood leak from his mask, staining it blood red. SWIFF His body turns quickly, grabbing a stool and in the same moment, throwing it at the two, dust being thrown up, though not enough to distract their sight. Charging in, he uses the stool as a distraction, punching at them both, but not drawing his blade. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arkelos 1027 Author Share Posted March 13, 2012 The dwarf blinks twice a the brawl, fustrated that her tavern is going to be ripped to shreds as she yells, her voice almost demonic. "ALL OF YE GET DA FAWK OUTTA MEH TAVERN OR I'LL HAVE YER GNARDS FER DESTROYIN MEH TABLES!" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aren Whitestorm 65 Share Posted March 13, 2012 Aren enters the tavern, his Alras tabbard, with clinging of chainmail and his hood covering his face. He stops in the doorway, expecting music and cheers amongst ale, but instead he sees the group standing up, in battle stance. He approaches the group slightly, but stops, seeing the leftover of stool on the ground and man's legs covered in blood. "What in the...." He stops in mid-sentence, and takes a look at the dwarven barmaid. "Lass, do ye need me to get rid of the troublemaker?" Aren then turns back to the man, his leather-clad fists ready to hit or draw his sword. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScreamingDingo 20568 Share Posted March 13, 2012 *Thomas chuckles as the stool lunges at him and his brother, The man takes Thomas with a right hook, sending him staggering back as he grips onto his sword.* "Borric, Take care of the bloody stool, Ka-hooli will see blood today.." *Thomas grips onto his sword, but lowers it as he hears the dwarven lassies scream. He walks to the side of the room, hoping that Borric can take care of himself.* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archmage_Cataris 622 Share Posted March 13, 2012 *Borric lands the punch, he quickly unsheathes his blade as he sees the stool thrown at him, he thrusts his sword up at the stool, the stool sticking straight into the sword and sending the longsword flying out of Borric's hand and landing on the ground beside him with the stool, he quickly grabs the stool by the leg, lifting it up and begins to tug on the sword, trying to pull it out, as he is punched in the back he finally pulls the sword out* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arkelos 1027 Author Share Posted March 13, 2012 The dwarven woman looks at Aren with a tilt and a loud growl. Taking a dagger in hand as she spins it around in her hand like an expert would. YER FINALLY FAWKIN HERE ON DA LAST FAWKING DAY DAT DA TAVERN IS CLOSING, GIT YER GIRLY ARSE IN THERE AND GIT EM OUTSIDE FER FAWKS SAKE. DEN I'LL GIT YE YER FAWKING ALE. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
V0idsoldier 1139 Share Posted March 13, 2012 "Outside?" He says, stepping back, a clear smirk on his face "I am just getting started. He whistles slightly "Alva, come." A large beast only comparable to a wolf, steps into the now open doors, behind and besides Aren to stand by Ahriman. It stands in a large, threatening position, a low growl on her lips, her fur black as night with strips of blue, her body nothing but toned, scarred muscle. Sick em. He whispers, his voice penetrating the wolfs ears, it darts at the brother of the templar, he had no interest of that one, it was between he and the templar, and he was going to try to keep it like that. Crossing his arms as his large beast tears at the brother, he waits for the Templars move. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archmage_Cataris 622 Share Posted March 13, 2012 *Borric gets back up, turning around to swing the full might of his longsword at Ahriman's chest, his muscles tense as he puts all his weight and muscle into the swing* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScreamingDingo 20568 Share Posted March 13, 2012 *Holds his sword as the wolf charges at him, It leaps and latches onto his thigh, He bites his lip as he screams*"Get off me you stupid creature!" *As Thomas swipes his sword at the wolf, blood spraying upwards from the sword. The blood splatters on the chainmail near the cross, giving it a red coat. Thomas bites his lip as he kicks the wolf, Sending it back as he grips his thigh. Blood slowly drips from the wound.* "Bloody beast got me..." *Slowly leans back as he watches his Brother and the strangers fight unfold* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
V0idsoldier 1139 Share Posted March 13, 2012 Ahriman figured the man would go for a frontal assault, he anticipated the move. Stepping back slightly, he avoids the sword just barely, feeling the wind on his chest as the sword nearly cuts him open. Smiling, he mockingly, and beyond arrogantly, puts out his fist, but not hitting the man. He extends a finger, and flicks the mans forehead, mocking his move without saying a thing. A mere fist fight has turned into a mosh pit, the men all drawing blades, and ruining the cruel fight, wanting blood, Ahriman knows he stands no chance if he does not draw his own. Clink. Clink. *****. His massive sword comes from his sheath. The blade is nearly, if not clearly, as tall as he is, a massive blade, though he seems to wield it with ease. He glances to Alva, a gentle whistle on his lips, it gets into a defensive stance, not attacking, but ready to defend Ahriman to its death. Grrrr It protects Ahriman from any intruders. He swings his huge blade playfully, showing how easy he can wield it, before crashing it down upon a table, crushing it and sending chunks everywhere, showing how destructive it can be. "And now, you will die." his words are cold, but he does not make a move, letting the mans anger grow. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arkelos 1027 Author Share Posted March 13, 2012 The Dwarven woman looks at Borric, eyes looking like she's wanting to fight. She takes her dagger out and flings it at the wolf as she pulls a dwarven greatsword out. The blade having weird Dwarven engravings across the middle of the blade. She begins roaring at the beast as she drags the tip of the blade on the ground. She charges the beast, leaping at it for a straight forward cleave. "NO FAWKING ANIMALS ALLOWED IN DA FAWKING TAVERN!" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
V0idsoldier 1139 Share Posted March 13, 2012 Ducking under the blow, the wolf seems experiences, beyond belief, its body scarred with many blows. The dagger flies past her as she charges at the woman, side stepping as the claymore crashes down, slamming into the floor and getting stuck, she jumps for the woman's ankles. If it grabs them, it will try to rip her down. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archmage_Cataris 622 Share Posted March 13, 2012 *Stands back, his eyes full of anger* "I will ******* nail you to a cross and burn you alive in the name of Ka-Hooli!" *spits to the left of him onto the floor* "You ******* mongrel" *Brings his sword to the ready, waiting for an attack* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arkelos 1027 Author Share Posted March 13, 2012 The dwarven woman quickly takes three more poisoned daggers out and throws them at the wolves face, tucking and rolling way from the attack as she abandons the greatsword. Glaring at the wolf "***** pup wunna fight? ***** PUP THINK SHE CUN BITE MEH?" "FAWK YOU!" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
V0idsoldier 1139 Share Posted March 13, 2012 Ahriman: "Religion, I have my own." He looks down, then back up "And mine involves gutting you, a blood sacrifice." He swings his massive sword a few more times, closing his eyes as his sword is enveloped in symbols. I do suppose his time has come, he thinks to himself, deciding he should finish things. Stepping forward, he seems in no particular rush, a simple, yet fast and strong swing aimed at the mans stomach. A block would be nearly impossible, he knows this well. SWOOSH The blade flies through the air at the man. Alva: Alva easily dodges, the first two, the third stabbing into her and falling to the side, her incredibly thick coat of fur and muscle, not allowing it to even get anywhere close to the blood stream, she seems unaffected ((Fell free to emote the poison affecting her, I do not know what type it is, though it did not reach her blood.)). Charging now at a blinding speed, she seems like a bolt of black lightning, flying through the air at the woman with a massive open maw. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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