Fight:Avant v Kurtik

Location: Shrine

Kurtik struts calmly into the shrine, hooved feet clicking quietly on the stone. He smiles at the giant, noticing he had been waiting for him. "It seems I be expected!" The minotaur shifts from one foot to another, an eager and excited look glimmering in his brown eyes. He reaches out his hand, flexing his long fingers, calling upon the ancient weapon that was bestowed upon him. Far away through the known plains something stirred, rising up at the bidding of its master. It slowly began its way through the dark tunnels of time and space, eagerly looking for battle once again. In a sudden flash it arrives to Hollow, forming into Kurtik's hand. Kurtik clutches the weapon and swings it about his head, "I call upon ye! Gertung, god of war n' storms!" The axe crackles with electricity and a clap of thunder rumbles through the shrine. Kurtik swings the weapon expertly around before wielding it easily in both of his hands. He grins wickedly at the giant, "Yer turn!"

Avant pushes himself, almost lazily to his massive feet. Red eyes seemingly alit with fiery ardor at the thought of a good fight. "Expected. Only naturally. As it seems, you were expecting me as well, I just arrived first." After saying this he jumped into a wide stance, his feet set wide apart, hands outstretched with fingers curled as if he was about to wrestle a massive opponent. With a grimace he yelled out unknown incantations, for an instant darkness engulfed the area. The irony of such darkness in such a holy shrine caused him great pleasure as he drew his sword. Not his weapon of choice, but it would have to do. It's blue-tinged color of steel gleaming in the reflection of the sun. Though it seemed to suck in the light around it, insinuating perhaps it had darker abilities waiting to be unleashed. Cutting a large gash in his left arm he yelled one last incomprehinsable word and a shriek filled the air. Ethereal beings flitted in and out of sight as they entered the different planes. No offensive move was made by the spirits. They seemed to float protectively around the dark giant. He grinned once more, and shouted, this time, much more audibly, "For Iraelgaurde!" This, being a traditional barbaric warcry. He charged, sword leading the way. When the distance between him and Kurtik closed to a span of 15 feet, he leaped into the air. Heaving his sword down in a vicious arc. Aimed to kill.

Kurtik's eyes narrow as he studies his opponent closely, looking for a possible place for attack. He doesn't react as the spirits begin to flit in and out of sight, seemingly circling the giant. They were trivial for the moment, and would be dealt with in time. Kurtik shifts in surprise when Avant screams his battle-cry and makes a ruthless attack. Kurtik watches Avant wildly fall towards him, sword pulled back for an attack that would surely cut the minotaur in half. Kurtik also notes that if the sword doesn't cut him in two, then the giants massive form will surely crush him. Reacting quickly, Kurtik dives to the side, narrowly avoiding the powerful attack that sunders the stones he had stood upon. He turns the dive into a roll and angles it around Avant, popping up onto his feet directly behind the giant. Kurtik laughs loudly, and swings his axe in a deadly arc. Lightning leaps hungrily from the blade, flying choatically around the room, slamming randomly into pillars, walls, and floor. "Try a piece o' me blade, giant!" Kurtik roars, the axe's deadly blade flying quickly towards Avant's exposed back.

Avant knew his jump was a maneuver that had been brash. Look back on it, he felt that it was necessary. For whatever reason. But now, as the minotaur circled around behind him, he couldn't help but feel a little foolish, but by no means was this any end to the fight. As the minotaur shifted around to his back, Avant whirled around, squating slightly to brace himself, flexing his muscles to stand his ground against the oncoming blow. The strike hit his sword head on, knocking it powerfully downwards. Avant allowed the minotaur's swing to carry through, smashing into the ground in front of him. With his sword arm numbed from the hefty blow, the Giant took this moment to act. Bringing one large fist up and swinging it full force at the beast's beady eyes. Roaring, as he did so. With his left hand swinging to hit the minotaur, he brought in his right hand, his sword hand, in a wild arc at Kurtik's side. A static blackness emnating from blade and user as he brought himself to the offense.

Kurtik shivers when the two weapons meet, feeling the magic from each weapon blasting through the other. He stumbles back a bit, surprised, but only for a moment. He sees the blade following through with his prior attack, coming on quick. Kurtik brings his own weapon around, catching the blade with his axe... and catching the fist with his face. The blow from the immense being throws Kurtik backwards through the air. He lands with a grunt on the stone floor, grimacing as he feels a skull crack under his weight and its shards bite through his skin. Kurtik quickly gains his footing, eyeing the giant respectifully. "Ya got me then, but this is no over yet!" With a feral roar, Kurtik swings his axe above his head, feeling the electricity arc down and collect within the runes etched into his pearl white horns. He launches himself forwards, head lowered, moving with the speed the his race was blessed with. His hooves cruched bones to dust and shredded small plants. Kurtik's eyes grow wild as he falls within the battle lust, his body shaking as blood pumped through his form. "Taste me horns!" Kurtik bellows angrily, swiftly closing the gap between him and Avant.

Avant grinned, he had a foot up on the fight thus far. His plan had worked. Though the damage was not quite as severe as it could have been with a blade, Avant himself was quite impressed with his fists. Though the oncoming Minotaur did well to change his momentary pride. Eyes widening Avant did all that he could to prepare. Squat, hard and low. And prepare for the impact. It was like taking down the great mountain sheep of Frostmaw. Only this "mountain sheep" ran on two legs, was faster, more agile, more intelligent. A real fighter. Tossing his sword to the side, Avant placed his footing. One massive leg behind the other. The frontwards leg bent at the knee, bracing for impact. Focusing himself, the Giant flexed his entire body just as the charger reached him. Grunting with the effort he was toppled over. Gripping the fierce beast by the horns. He felt warm fire spread over one shoulder as a chunk of his flesh flew off. Though he had the minotaur by the horns. Though to his complete horror, they were still going. Sliding, to the great momentum of the enraged Minotaur. On his back, Avant gripped the horns as they charged, into the nearest wall. Avant's back taking the blow. A huge passing of air escaped from his mouth as his lungs were forcefully liberated of air. Gasping he pushed himself upwards, the minotaur having taken nothing from the crash, due to the Giant's massive body taking the blow. He speculated upon the situation. The left arm was bleeding at the shoulder but was not rendered unusable. Despite some serious bruises he surmised he was otherwise okay. The only factor was, his sword was several yards away and the Minotaur had no need for weapon with those terrible horns. The rate at which he could accelerate made no distance between them a problem for his racial asset. Avant then acted, pivoting away from the minotaur he drew out his fishing pole from his pack, using the momentum of the pivoted foot he lept into the air in a circle, as if throwing a giant discus letting loose the string of the fishing pole. Then as his momentum carried him back to earth he violently brought down the fishing pole's hook down onto Kurtik's horn. The fishing pole, larger than some small trees was gripped tightly by the Giant. Then Avant began to reel in his catch. Pulling hard to force the minotaur his way. Grunting with frustration he jerked hard, throwing Kurtik through the air towards him. Just as the beast reached him he pulled his right hand off the fishing pole and delivered a hefty blow right into the oncoming face of Kurtik.

Kurtik || The blow lands heftly against the minotaur's unprotected face, sending hims once again through the air. Twisting his head around, Kurtik manages to get the hook loose of his horns before the giant can use it anymore. The hook falls free and Kurtik twists his body, preparing for impact with the hard ground. His timing was slightly off as he hit the ground with a roll, and pain shoot up his leg, not broken, but definitely injured. Kurtik pops out of the roll, waving his arms wildly to keep his balance as he nearly falls into the water of the small shrine. His hooves easily find traction and Kurtik regains his balance. He turns about and faces the giant, noticing the injuries that Avant had attaind in the minotaur's last attack. He smiles at the blood dripping from the giants arm, pleased with the damage he had done. The shooting pain in his leg, and his throbbing face remind him that Avant had done quiet a bit on his own as well. Kurtik stands up straight, favoring his injured leg and bows to the giant, hooves clicking the stone floor. "Well met me friend!" The axe vanishes in a flare of light, leaving Kurtik's hands bare. He stands tall again, grinning the entire time, "Ye've provin' yerself a worthy fighter, an' I be respectin' that. We be fair me friend?" The minotaur walks forward, hand outstretched in greeting. "Come here me brother, ye've done well!"

Avant sees the fruits of his versatile fighting style and cannot help but to growl in successful vigor. Seeing however that the fight was no over, he began to cool himself down. Rushing over to his friend he picked him up, careful of his injured leg. "A worthy fighter indeed, and yourself no less than myself. For no ordinary warrior is capable of inflicting grevious wounds as this." He indicated his arm, which was bleeding profusely now. But he would live and his arm would remain intact. "Well then, shall we journey forth? It seems that we are done here for the time being." With that the Giant relinquished the Spirits of The Dead from around him, their protective auras perhaps saving him from losing an arm that day. The darkness that emnated around him seemed to dissapate as he calmly recollected his scattered objects. As he did so he gazed at some of the damage they had done in the area. Nodding his approval. He moved to attend to his friend, happy with the day's training and work. "Let us be going now."