Fight:Kurlurk v Riotka

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Format: OOC Spar

  • 3 posts each + final defense.
  • 10 min limit
  • No Stakes
  • Melee combat only. No magic, weapons, ext.


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.


Riotka seeming falls from the sky. The now humanoid form knelt in the middle of the field. His cloak flapped in wind slightly, twisting around his body. His head tilts up, "shall we begin?" his tone was plain and his words spoken at an even pace. Riotka began to rush his opponent at full speed. As he neared his mark he sprang into a roll and leaped into the air. Twisting his body he puts the torque of the sudden movement. Riotka's heel racing for the ribs. Riotka's left hand was balled and traveled towards the head.

Kurlurk stood inside the arena, he awaited the form that was to meet with him. Many battles had he won in the arena, it was time to test his might once more. He let out a loud orcish battle cry as the draconic creature rushed towards him, a tradition in nature. One would be happy to avoid the breath of such a roar, for it stunk as no one would believe, much like the rest of him. Riotka’s attack landed full, and easily threw him backwards from his feet. Landing upon the blood stained earth he would roll backwards and back onto his feet. “You hurt orc, Orc hurt you!” he would yell shaking off the stun from the punch he had received to his face. Rushing forward in a battle crazed sprint he would jump and launch himself for the being his feet in front of him ready himself for a drop kick. Whether he would hit or miss he cared not and once he landed on the ground he would turn for a leg sweep hoping to knock his opponents feet from beneath him.

Riotka slides in the dirt as his blows land. Riotka smiles for a moment, taking in his words. The Dragon's human form glared back with his blue and green eyes. Riotka was slightly surprised at how fast he moved. He gained a good amount of speed in his little run and as Riotka tried to sidestep and counter attack he was too late. One of the feet made solid contact. Like dropped out of the sky' he thought as he flew backwards and skipped off the ground. The second hop Riotka puts his hand on the ground and pushes back to his feet. Coughing up blood for a moment his anger stirred. "For that you shall pay." his tone menacing now. Running again at the Orc he built up steed again. Charging quickly he spins to the left taking the cloak off his back and throwing it in the direction of the face of the orc. Meanwhile Riotka jumps into the air. The long slow summer salt flip motion in the air would bring his heal down upon his opponent's neck. The force would be immense, but it all relied on the fact he went for decoy cloak. Riotka falls from the sky out of the sun seconds from his target again.

Kurlurk smirked to himself at the contact as his enemy went down but then back up only a moment later. He readied himself for a counter attack, half bending his knees in preparation to move should he have the need. By now he breathed heavily out his mouth revealing the carnivorous teeth that all Orcs were blessed with, the same teeth he would use to tear apart the apparent human once he begged for his life. Much dirt and blood covered his clothing that may have once been fine material, but now appeared a mess of rags. When the enemy tossed his cloak he would not fall for such a trick, and as the kick neared him he would duck downward and move forward, turning quickly he would try to grab the being by his lower leg, though would be too late and instead grab near the upper leg, then with that strong hold he would attempt and spin him around and let go, throwing him across the arena. Should he fail he would back pedal a bit and wait to see what his next move would be, however, should it work he would charge his opponent once more, ready himself to finish this. A strong stomp would be delivered to the humans torso should he not stand before he would reach him.

Riotka cursed under his breath as he saw him react. The decoy had failed, to solidify his truth Riotka felt the powerful grip around his leg. Riotka swung his other leg just before being thrown. As he whipped threw the air Riotka began to laugh. He managed to use his other leg as a counter weight and managed to direct where he landed. Hitting the walls with a resounding thud he broke the walls face right between two of the spikes. This stopped his laughter. If only for a moment. Riotka's hand grabbed one of the cracked spikes. Using his elbow he breaks it at the base. Taking the desent sized spike in his hand he drops it , only to have it kicked in mid air strait at his enemies head. Weather it hit or not didn't matter Riotka charges slightly to the left, quickly grabbing a handful of dirt in hand. Reading his hand for the sight of his eyeballs. A little dirt in the eyes could always be followed by a sweep like the one tried on him.

Kurlurk had grunted at the man missing the spikes meant to skewer the cowards of the Arena. “Human tough, me try now!” he would bellow, snot falling from his nose covering over his maw as the stake was hurled towards him by his foe’s foot. The Orc had not the time to dodge completely and so the defense turned weapon would pierce him in his left shoulder, Ripping completely threw his tough hide it would stop only as it partially exited through his back. Turning his gullet to the sky a gut churning cry would fill the arena, and it would end with the Orc grasping the side of the stake and breaking it off and throwing what wasn’t still imbedded in his shoulder to the earth with much hate. Now he would look only to find the dirt that had flown his way and make contact in the brute’s eyes. “Gah!” he would holler as he cleverly punched himself in the face in the haste to remove the dirt from his grotesque optics. Failing he went on a rampage attacking at random, swinging and flailing in random directions in hope of landing a full strength arched swing or well placed kick on his enemy.

Riotka left the dirt fly and ducked for the sweep. The dirt had worked better than he thought, the Orc stepped out of range of the kick though. Rolling sideways to avoid a kick Riotka sat on his hands and feet. Shuffling to avoid another blow he waited for an opening. After another swing he turned and put his weight on his left. Riotka saw this as his shot. Rolling on the ground as his shoulders reached the ground his feet thrust forward. Aimed for the Orc's chin boot feet move, motivated by Riotka's hands pushing the ground as well. Then Riokta was knocked over by a right hand that was pulling back for a blow. Coughing as he hits the ground Riotka smiles, His teeth covered in blood, as he tries to recover to his feet, after that 'lucky' glancing blow. Riotka spits blood to the ground as he readies himself again.