forum Dust To Dust (Open!!)

Started December 31, 2018 by @Bandito

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Hey B? Is this a 2-2 or a 1-1 fight?

They stepped out together, the crowd roaring with pleasure once more. Karoc cast a sidelong glance at Zane. "Allies. For this fight. Let us kill one other after."

Zane frowned at the prospect of teaming up, he was a more solo player. Simply put there was more glory in it, more chance for the people spectating far above them to cheer his name, know his power. And yet, it was a good opportunity to learn about the man beside him. Mainly his weaknesses so that he may exploit them later. Zane nodded to Karoc. "Very well."

Karoc and Zane stood together as a door on the opposite side appeared and two new fighters came out. The crowd screamed in expectation. One was a gryphon which flew,around in circles until it’s eyes latched on Karoc. He cursed under his breath.
The other has the the appearance of a woman from the waist up. Though her skin had a brownish greenish tinge and her long fingers ended in wicked claws. She wore a shining breastplate that sparked in the harsh sunlight up above, but besides her claws, has no obvious weapons. From the waist down, instead of legs she had the tails of four serpents, each one as thick as a human leg. They were covered in hard scales and looked capable of crushing anything in their path.
The gryphon flew at Karoc shrieking loudly. “I shall take the beast,” Karoc said, “you take the woman.”

Zane grunted in agreement, rolling his neck on his shoulders and cracking his knuckles. The roar of the crowd was making his blood boil. Such a rush. Such a drug. His eyes gleamed manically as he took off at the sound of the buzzer, teeth bared in a terrible smile. His power blazed beneath his skin as he dodged the gorgon's wild slashes, but he did not move to use it. What fun would it be if he controlled her animal instincts? None. He barreled into her protected stomach, using his brute strength to knock her to the ground and land a few prize punches before flipping away. He had an opportunity to use his swords to slice her neck right then and there, but he wanted the fight to last. As did the crowd apparently. Adrenaline pumped through him and he laughed.

Karoc dodged the gryphon as it charged, rolling in the dirt and coming up crouching with his hands upraised. He felt the instinctual power come to him but restrained it. Better keep his power hidden for as long as possible. So he would have to be clever. Or he would die for his foolishness. The beast had landed a few paces from him. It’s tail twitched irritabily. It’s yellow eyes gazed at him with a careful viciousness, ready to tear of his flesh if he made a wrong move. He was tempted to use his power immediately. Patience, he told himself, or else you stand no chance. He remembered something Zol used to say. “Those who try and grab two things at once often fail to catch both.” He was immediately overwhelmed with emotion as he remembered himself an outcast. The claws came out of nowhere in his distraction, ripping three clean red lines in his cheek. It was not serious. But the sting brought him back to the battle at hand. He began to circle the gryphon slowly. Forcing it to move in a circle with him.

(I feel like a jerk for,saying this. But she’s wearing armor. So the only unprotected parts are neck on up, and from shoulders down to arms. I am being annoying?)

(Whoops! totally forgot. I'll fix it. you couldn't annoyed me if you tried.))