Duel:Kain v Kurlurk

Winner: Kurlurk 3 of 3 votes.

Format: OOC spar

• 3 posts each + final defense.
• 10 min limit
• 5k Gold stakes

Arena

The scent of sweat mixed with blood wafts through the air, filling your nostrils with a stench so overpowering that you stop in your tracks. The flooring is made of a loose compound of crushed rock and sand, an easy mixture to make and cover up whatever horrors lie beneath it as you notice you walk up a slight incline every few feet. The high spiked walls surrounding this enclosed arena are stained with crimson, azure, and other various tones from all the diverse creatures that have met their death or lost a limb or two. Ragged clothing, blemished with drips of blood hang from a random spike as cowardly foes tried to escape, only to meet their end in a gruesome fashion from unruly crowds. A mysterious orb is locked within a crystal ball atop a single pillar to the extreme north, its effects known as you remember seeing a plaque upon your entrance: No Magic Allowed. In a cage to the north, you notice a creature gripping onto a barred door, eagerly waiting to escape though appearing as if he could do so at anytime. To the south lay a similar enclosure, but with a different monster letting out a repulsive cry as it waits for battle. This is the arena. Victors and losers are born here. Turn back, or step up to the challenge. A Large pulsing portal hovers in the centre of this arena. A Dead Preklek is here. A Dead Preklek is here.

Kain enters the arena, comfortably clinking lightly in his full armor. Drawing his long sword, he blade salutes the orc as he begins closing, constantly shifting his weight from right foot to left, left leg to right. At about 10 feet , he launches himself forward in a rush, feinting high with his sword, then spinning on the ball of his foot, and driving his armoured fist and shield edge toward his opponent's side, aiming for his lower 'floating' ribs, as his sword came back into a ready position.

Kurlurk stood inside the arena, the two dead prekleks had caught his attention several minutes before and he wondered if he might find out how they may taste after he first partakes of the dwarf before him now. The Orc would release a long howling like battle cry as he beat his chest with his fists just before drawing both of his battle axes to his hands. Clenching them tightly he would rush forward as well. The Orc would do nothing at the swords attack which seemed to be a fake anyway and took once more the attack of the armoured fist from the dwarf and just as the attack would hit would he slice downward in a powerful arch in an attempt to cleave the dwarf into as if a piece of firewood. The attacks would meet each other at the same time, the dwarfs fist had hit clean, but the thick and toughness of the Orc’s hide took the brunt of the attack and made him shift his weight back only slightly. Recovering and preparing for another attack he would rush his opponent once more, battle crazed he caring not for taking flesh wounds if it meant being able to taste the dwarfs blood upon his blade.

Kain noted the recklessness of the orc's attack, and options flashed through his mind as he moved on instinct. Waiting on the rush, he hopped to one side and slashed widely at the orc's legs, twisting to dodge one axe and using his shield to deflect the other. If things worked as he hoped, the orc would be slowed by the leg wound, and if not, he had his armor to keep from being maimed should one of the axes hit him.

Kurlurk would growl as his downward slice at the dwarf missed and instead managed only to cleave the blood stained dirt of the arena. He would turn to face the dwarf again but before he could mount another attack the dwarf’s blade would slash deeply into his leg, just missing the important muscles. It was there that the Orc’s high tolerance for pain would be an advantage. Growling louder now he would yell as he slashed from right to left horizontally with his axe. The Raider’s reach was surely too far for the dwarf to safely avoid. And should the attack hit or miss he would throw his axe to the ground behind him and draw instead the falchion. Tossing the axe with his beastly strength at the short man he would then grasp the hilt with both hands, ready for a true battle of blades. The blood that ran down his leg was thick, and even its odor was slightly poisonous to the lesser races of the lands such as humans and elves, its effects the Orc had never caught onto. But the same blood was on the weapon of his foe, would that work to his advantage or not he did not care, he stepped forward to close the distance and would thrust forward his blade, aimed well for the opponents throat.

Kain stumbled slightly as his shield arm throbbed fo a moment due to the impact of the axe striking it, and the other left a noticable mark on his armor. Growling, he deflected the hurled axe and dropped into a crouch as the orc's swordcame forward, tinging off his helm and up over his head. Ignoring the fact his helmet was falling backward off his head, he thrust up and forward toward his opponent's center torso. Flush with adrenaline, he barely noticed the stink of the blood he had drawn, focusing on ramming his blade into the orc's lower chest Kurlurk belly region.

Kurlurk retaliated quickly, battle was as close to their dna as anything else could be, it was their way of life. What was an orc that could not survive the Arena, he had done so many times before this and would do so many times after. He turned quickly pivoting on his right foot to turn around and, after narrowly avoiding the Dwarves blade, with the added momentum he would slash once more, the power behind the attack was of his full Orc strength and after he would hit he would remove one hand from the hilt, holding the blade with only his left hand now, and punch once more with his right hand and the full of his strength towards the dwarves chest. Drool flew from his muzzle at the anticipation of the dwarf meat that he would soon taste and the warm blood that he was sure would trail down his throat after being drunk or possibly juiced from the creature’s muscles.

Kain uses the forward momentum from the thrust, falling flat onto his belly and rolling to the side, before coming up to one knee and slashing from loser left to upper right, neither hitting nor being hit, though the attacks definately would have hurt, had he stayed vertical a heartbeat longer. as he felt a nearly bald spot on his head where the orc's blade had nearly scalped him as he dropped forward. Warily, he rocked up and onto his feet. Taking a defensive stance, he scowled, seeing a clump of his hair lifting up on the slight breeze.