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« Thread Started on Mar 12, 2007, 8:18pm » | |
Dalamus stood in behind the gates of the Battlegrounds, soon to be the resting place of the disgusting furball who stood in the same position parallel to him. Sighing, Dalamus let the words of the announcer ring about the stadium, followed by roars of the crowd.
"Afternoon, a perfect time for the blood initiation of two Pit Dogs in the Arena! On the Blue team, we have a Dunmer with a golden blade, but shall good looks pull him from the grasp of the Yellow team's Khajiit? We shall see!"
The gates snapped open, Dalamus walked forward with a chip on his shoulder, spring in his step. Laughing as the Khajiit sprinted out before him, crouching low into a stance and circling around a grate in the center of the Arena. Dalamus took a much more relaxed approach, waving his blade haphazardly in front of him.
"You know, Khajiit, when I was behind those bars back there I could see just how your mother felt."
The Khajiit sprung forth with a leaping swipe of his Elven mace, only to feel the recoil of his attack fire back into his arm. Dalamus raised his blade and parried the attack carelessly, eyes still focusing on the Khajiit's own eyes. The crowd roared behind him, forcing him to talk trash at his loudest.
"Filthy little critter she was, didn't even feel the blade do straight through her chest. Much like you're fate shall be, right?"
Dalamus let the fingers of his off-hand roll around her neck, mumbling a Daedric incantation and spawning a Hunger, a creature from Vvardenfell and Oblivion. It was a humanoid creature with pale blue skin and it hunched over, leaping forward and leeching itself onto the Khajiit. Dalamus let go of the woman's neck and watched his cretin attack. With a few aimless swipes, the Khajiit beat in the head of the Hunger that lay as a bloodied, deformed corpse.
"I s'pose I end this now, shall I you scumbag fetcher house cat."
He spewed whatever passed through his mind, laughing as the Khajiit roared forward and swung from over her shoulder. She blinked, only to fall forward from her own momentum to her knees. Turning around slowly, she let out an agonizing groan of pain as she felt seperation on her mace arm. Blood spilled from the stump that was cut by her shoulderblade. The fans roared with excitement.
"KILL HER! KILL HER!"
Dalamus instead severed her other arm at the elbow, watched her roll on the ground in pain. Remorselessly, Leonde lifted her by her neck at least 2 feet into the air by the edge of the Arena.
"End it.." The Khajiit moaned.
"Oh, I'm way ahead of you there, dear." Dalamus said, grinning from ear to ear. He tossed her at least 6 feet backwards, assisted by magicka, into an inverted spike on the wall of the Arena. The crowd roared once again in excitement, but Dalamus wasn't finished just yet. He walked to the corpse that still lay impaled on the spike, with a swoop of his blade, he pulled the head of the Khajiit off of the body. Swinging it in circles as he walked to the Bloodworks, he let it loose into the crowd over his head.
"Damn furballs, at least they'll be able to serve their purpose as a slave in Oblivion.."
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