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7/30/2015 5:10:09 PM
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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]
