After having to wait for nearly a half hour while the city guards broke
up a riot in the stands, Borosk and Drulk are each led to their prep rooms.
As the time for the battle nears, they make their way down the corridor that
leads to the Arena.
Both fighters step into the Arena at the same time, and it is hard to
tell them apart. Both fighters are covered in black armor, which protects
them and obscures their features. With the armor on, both look very
similar, the only difference being the half-dozen stones which float about
Borosk's head.
The Mul gladiator Drulk seems to be barely holding himself in check.
After losing his last battle to one of the Disciples of the Stormhawk, he is
eager to tear one of Tellafar's friends to pieces. Holding his scimitar and
longsword, he puts the blades through strong swings, readying himself for
the imminent fight.
At the other end of the Arena, Borosk steps through his doors. Waiting
patiently while they are announced, the fighter carries a scimitar in each
hand. As the announcer's voice dies away Borosk calls across to Drulk,
"Well met. May the best warrior win. As he should always." The
representative of the Disciples in this mini-tourney looks slightly nervous,
but resolute in his determination to win.
With a roar, Drulk starts a sprint across the Arena floor, yelling out
in fury. Watching from the other end of the Arena, Borosk holds his
position as the Mul rapidly closes the distance between them.
Drulk quickly reaches his opponent, his swimitar arcing down at Borosk.
The human fighter is ready for him though. One of his scimitars slices out
and Drulk. The mul gladiator manages to twist his swing, partially
deflecting Borosk's blade, but ruining his own attack. Both swords miss
their intended marks, slicing at each others' shoulders instead. Drulk's
however, is deflected with the sound of metal scraping on metal. There is a
tear in Borosk's armor, but no blood.
Drulk's longsword is coming straight in, aiming for Borosk's gut.
However, Borosk dodges a bit to the side, and Drulk's blade scrapes along
Borosk's armor with a screech.
With his opponent no longer in front of him, Drulk continues a couple
steps forward before he manages to stop his charge. He quickly spins around
to face his enemy.
Borosk brings his swords into action, sending them swirling about,
razors in search of blood. The scimitars dart forward repeatedly, and it is
only his armor that blocks one of the hits, and a couple manage to slip
through the plate mail, finding the flesh that rests beneath it.
As the warriors square off, the crowd watches in near silence, waiting
to see what will happen. One slip on either fighters part could well cost
him his life, and with the blood that seeps from the wounds already received
it is only a matter of time before one of them gets tired, and sloppy.
Drulk pauses for but a moment after recieving the cold touch of his
opponent's steel, before launching another furry of blows high and low with
his longsword, Blood. He hold his scimtar, Gore ready to parry Borosk's
petty attempts to fight! "Enough play, little man! Time to die!!"
Borosk doesn't seem particularly concerned with Drulk's pronouncement,
and slashes forward repeatedly with the scimitar in his right hand. The
first slash slices in for Drulk's face, but the mul manages to deflect it at
the last second. Using the momentum from Drulk's parry, Borosk continues
the swing, bringing it in at waist level, and slicing between Drulk's armor.
Bringing his other blade up he watches as Drulk moves to defend against
it, then slices in with his original scimitar once again.
Unfortunately, he isn't entirely able to stop the momentum of his other
hand, and hits it with his first scimitar. There is a metallic ring as the
attack is deflected, but the mistake ruins Borosk's attack. He just manages
to get himself positioned to block a swipe from Blood, but Drulk uses
Borosk's own technique on him, continuing the swing and slicing at the
human's stomach. The mul's attack has much less effect than Borosk's
though, as it is deflected with another metallic ring.
Neither combatant let's up his attack, as their blades slice the air
between them. Moving with amazing speed, Borosk's blades slip past Drulk's
defenses repeatedly, drawing fresh gouts of blood. Drulk is too slow to
stop Borosk's first attack, and when he tries to bring his scimitar around
to block the second he twists his wrist. The mul grimaces as pain shoots up
his arm, and his scimitar falls to the ground. Seeing a good opportunity,
Borosk slashes forward again, opening a third cut in his opponents hide.
Drulk slashes forward with his longsword, but Borosk ducks to the side.
The mul, expecting some resistance to his blade, stumbles forward. Borosk
spins around behind and prepares for an easy strike at Drulk's exposed back;
but his wrist can no longer stand the strain of his rapid movements, and one
of his scimitars also falls to the ground.
As Drulk spins back around the two fighters face each other, their
fallen weapons laying between them.
Borosk curses and tries to ignore the stinging in his arm. He looks at
his fallen blade and then to Drulk. Slowly, holding his remaining blade
defensively in front of him, Borosk backs away from his opponent. As he
does so, Drulk sees an opening and slashes at Borosk's injured hand. His
blade crashes down on it, but bounces off just like his previous attacks.
The mul warrior tries to keep up with his retreating opponent, but
Borosk moves with supernatural speed and soon outdistances his opponent.
Once he gets about 30' away from Drulk, wings sprout from his cloak and he
launches into the air.
Borosk keeps rising into the air until he is sure that he is out of
Drulk's magic negation reach. Once safely up there he grins and waves at
Drulk, then retrieves a gem from the pouch at his belt. A glowing aura
surrounds the warrior, and as it dies away Borosk flexes his injured wrist
and smiles. Reaching to his back he pulls out his bow. With smooth
movements he aims the bow, sending an arrow into Drulk's leg.
On the ground below him, Drulk has pulled his own bow, but finds it
impossible to use it with his injured wrist. As Borosk's arrow stabs into
his leg he gives up on that tactic, dropping the bow and reaching for an
arrow. Holding them like darts he throws two of them up at his opponent.
The first misses, flying about a foot to the side of Borosk. The second
hits the warrior, but bounces off to no effect.
Drulk then has to dodge to the side to avoid another arrow from above.
It hits the dirt beside him, but Borosk is already drawing back for another
shot. However, he has positioned his hand wrong and the drawstring snaps
against his wrist. The arrow flies wide, and Borosk just manages to hold
onto his bow.
Drulk throws two more of his arrows, but both of them miss by several
feet.
Borosk manages to get things under control and takes a few seconds to
calm himself before he reaches for another arrow. The crowd by this time is
booing at Borosk as he flies above, taking potshots at the mul below him.
Borosk himself seems to share those views, but until Drulk yields he is
determined to stay out of reach.
Launching two more arrows, Borosk watches as they stab through Drulk's
black armor. The mul is staggering, and seemingly covered in blood, but he
throws two more arrows, only to see them too bounce off his opponent and
fall back to the ground. As another of Borosk's arrows lodges itself in his
right shoulder he sags, and calls up to Borosk, "You win. I am defeated."
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