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7/30/2015 1:56:08 AM
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[b]I sigh and go pick up the baton.
I look at the man one more time before I bring it down on his head.
The air is now as cold as the outside.[/b]
Are you people happy?
[b]I look down at the baton and see that the handle is frosted over.
I walk towards the exit, looking straight.[/b]
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There are small cheers from the audience, but it quickly fades into whispers and murmurs of your "cowardice." A smaller gate opens on another side of the Pit, releasing a tailless, ravenous-looking, shaggy-haired grey dog, its hackles raised to bare its bloody fangs which drool with saliva as it trots over to the dead gladiator's corpse. It glares at you with piercing amber eyes before sinking its teeth into the body's neck and dragging it away back into its cave inside the Pit wall. "[i]Do you wish to continue fighting, coward? Or leave with 1,000 Credits?[/i]" a voice asks from cheap speakers connected to the surrounding fencing.
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[b]I stop in my tracks and glare into the crowd.[/b] Heh. Fine. Bring on the next kill.
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"[i]Okay, coward.[/i]" the announcer says, before switching off comms. As you wait for the next opponent to enter, your baton is warped out of your hand and replaced with a short, steel sword. It takes a little while before the next gladiator enters the scene. It is a middle-aged man with sunglasses, a greasy tank-top, and cargo shorts. A rough stubble covers his otherwise bald face. He must not care about the cold. He carries the same weapon as you. "Come at me, bitch!" he shouts at you, shifting into a defensive position as he inches closer to you.
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[b]I cautiously circle him, moving closer slowly. [/b] You a Gear Head?
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"Gear Head? What the fuçk ye be talkin' about?" he growls as he gets closer to you.
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Nevermind then. [b]I start moving closer.[/b]
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He then lashes out at you with his sword, aiming at you stomach.
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[b]I slash down, making his sword hit the dirt. I then attempt to knee him in the face.[/b]
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Your knee misses, but the opponent still flings himself backwards. He stumbles in his reflex and trips onto the ground, vulnerable. He scrambles backwards, holding his sword in front of him as he tries to get up.
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[b]I rush at him, kicking dust into his face, then slash my sword down.[/b]
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As he flinches away from the dust, your sword lodges itself into the gladiator's stomach with a meaty [i]thock![/i], and he screams once more in pain. He grasps at your blade crazily, before slowing into death. The crowd applauds. "[i]Would you like to leave with 2,000 Credits or continue fighting?[/i]" the announcer asks.
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Edited by Bardo XCIX: 7/30/2015 6:52:26 PMLet's get on with it! [b]I pull my sword from him.[/b]
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((Do you continue or leave?))
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[spoiler]Continue.[/spoiler]
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((Alright.)) The crowd cheers as you decide to continue. After the Pit dog drags the corpse away, the next foe enters the arena, a large, hulking man ripped with muscles, and he carries a sledgehammer. Another hammer gets warped into your hands, as well. The opposing gladiator roars barbarically and charges toward you.
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[b]I run the opposite direction as he charges towards me. We we get to the wall, I jump and flip off of it landing behind him. I then attempt to swing my hammer into the back of his legs[/b]
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He is too heavy turn around quickly enough, and you manage to smash both of his leg. He yells out in pain and collapses next to you, vulnerable.
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[b]I bring the hammer down onto his head.[/b] Is that all you have here, ROSSKAYA! Only these men, who can be defeated by a so called COWARD!
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The crowd cheers, and then starts to chant "[b][i]Champion! Champion! Champion![/i][/b]"
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[b]I hold my fist in the air, slowly walking in a circle, glaring at the crowd.[/b] BRING ME YOUR STRONGEST! ONE OF YOUR HOLY BEINGS! I WILL BEAT THEM! AND BECOME YOUR CHAMPION!
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Edited by HickoryHamMike: 7/30/2015 8:25:53 PMThe crowd suddenly falls silent as the opposite gate slides open for the next contestant to come out of. A tall figure, shadowed by a furred cloak, strides into the arena. Its head is tilted downward, shadowing its identity even more. It then halts and stands in front of its gate, which slides closed. Your hammer warps out of your hand, but nothing is warped into it. It must be hand-to-hand this round.
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[b]I run at him and flip up, attempting to downward kick him.[/b]
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It catches your foot and tugs you past its body, slamming you onto the ground behind the opponent. It then turns to face you once more.
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[i]Cough[/i] Eh, you're a little tougher than the others, Eh? [b]I get up to punch him in the side.[/b]
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[spoiler]Are you not entertained?!?! ARE YOU?[/spoiler]
