Fight:Water beats Ogre (Trishtar VS Gorkall)
Scattered in and around the slime covered, uneven streets are gigantic black pieces of stone that somehow despite the adverse conditions of Gamorg retain an unnatural shine. The stone is possibly very refined black obsidian and perhaps may have been part of some kind of structure; a round plinth which a number of ogres are lounging around on may have been the base. Indeed a broken spike of black obsidian still sticks jaggedly out from the plinth and a number of ogres are sharpening crude weapons on the edges that unusually keep their sharpness after all this time. Perhaps this monolith was part of the original city but now it is simply an anachronistic reminder of what came before the ogre hoard descended upon this land.
Trishtar looked around the city with a faint up-curling of his lip. He had never ventured this far away from his and Awne's house but now there had been no avoiding it. He carried a few jars of water on his belt, accompanied by one wand....which was all he would need for his task today. FOr the wrongs of one Ogre, he would punish them all by destroying their city. He was tired of his wife being such a suck up to everyone...tired of her always getting hurt and then saying it was entirely her fault. No. He would show her now just what he would do to any that now threatened to harm his family. The dragon...had lost his mind.
Gorkall sat in his hut silently. The behemoth King to be had a cloth wrapped tightly around his head and was holding it, still in pain from the telepathic vision that the healer had bestowed upon himself on the previous night. He sat there, breathing heavily as he tried to calm his mind. The note Awne had left him sat crumbled up on the floor beside of the bed and vial of sleeping potion had been cast to the floor as well. From his hut he heard cries from his fellow Ogres and Orcs "Ootsidah" they chanted. The Ogre gritted his teeth as he thought of one of the two felines returning to his home. He brought himself to his feet and grabbed his newly returned club and staff before opening the door to his hut. Rather surprised to see a Dragon humanoid instead of one of the felines. Gorkall's face twisted as his brow arched. "Hail, Outsider. What business do you have in Gamorg on this eve?"
Trishtar points to the massive king with his wand before sheathing it after speaking. "One of your kind has hurt my wife. It is the custom of the Dragons that retribution be taken by the husband....which is me. I care not about mis-understood phrases becoming insults. One of them throttled my wife and must be dealt with." His voice was unwavering, as his eyes glowed a vehement red. It didnt matter if he died today, his wife had just said she would leave him. There was nothing left so it mattered little to him. "I have come to let you know of this, and that if the perpetrator is not handed over...I will be very very angry sir."
Gorkall stared at the outsider in a rather puzzled stare. The Ogre suddenly coming to a realization that the accusations being thrown were about himself and that filthy little Kitty pet healer. The beast sighed deeply as he saw no reasoning with the dragon before him. Gorkall gripped his club tightly in his right hand and his staff in his left as he called out to Trishtar. "I am the one you seek. You have come to right what has been wronged to your family. So waste not your breath. Come for the right, You claim."
Trishtar smiles and takes a ready stance, his wings folded neatly behind his back. Taking off two medium sized jars of water from his hips he would waste no time in throwing them at the Ogre's face. It mattered not if they hit the massive male or not. As soon as they break, he would instantly start to control the liquid and move it up into a giant sphere of water, big enough to drown this person. Moving the sphere up to the ogre's head, he would hopefully be able to make it engulf the head...if not just cover the mouth and nose so that he couldnt breath. He would speak no words, would not move for now...just stare endlessly into the eyes of Gorkall.
Gorkall felt his head throbbing in pain from the incident on the eve before. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the words of his fellow kin chanted out about him. 'Gett'um Gork!' 'Kill the Ootsidah, Gork! Kill him!' Mash 'is pretty lil' face in'!' 'Tear 'is wings off!' The Ogre felt his face twitch as a dark-hearted smile plagued his face. He would not deny his lineage on this day. He would embrace the emotions that ran through him at his kins chants. He wouldn't beckon for mercy on the outsider. Gorkall, would smash his pretty little head it. The Ogre snapped his eyes open just in time to see the two jars flung in his direction. Swinging his club in a perfect arc, wood would meet glass and shatter the objects sending the liquid spraying out onto the muddied path. Gorkall readied a charge towards Trishtar but was suddenly taken back as water began to fill his nose and rush through his lips. He tried to breath. Coughing and spitting as he gasped for air. He shook his head over and over trying to fling the liquid from its hold on him but had no luck. Gorkall was drowning before he could even start. His head began to pound even harder as the lack of oxygen began to take effect. Gorkall fell to one knee and went into a frenzy as he tried to break loose. His mind suddenly sending a fierce prayer to the great god Aramoth as he begged for his blessing. The attack on Awne had fueled a bit of the fire to his pact with the god and he promised more blood on the body of Trishtar. The bracers around Gorkall wrists began to give a faint aura of light as his eyes shimmered with life. All would go silent in the city of Gamorg as a large psionic pulse of electrical charge broke from the behemoths form. Sending the water flying back to its rightful place in the dirt. Gorkall remained on his knee taking only a few seconds to regain his breath. He slowly brought his head up to stare his deep into his foes eyes. Tilting his head to spit to the mud road he offered a fierce smile as the pain of the mana reserves left his body coursed through him sending the Ogre into a blind rage. He gripped his club tightly and pushed himself from the mud as the eight foot, two ton giant charged for Trishtar. His speed was magnificent as the ground rumbled beneath his weight. Leaping into the air while only a few feet from his immobile target Gorkall brought back his arm and swung his club in a strong stride down towards Trishtar's left shoulder, with enough force to break the bone, or worse severe the limb whole.
Trishtar had felt a great since of pride, and upon seeing the water flung out and nearly choking the male to death he would let a silent laugh escape his mouth. Then things went wrong and the bastard broke free from the hold that the dragon had had on him. Seeing the club being readied, in a great burst of speed his wings had flung out and propelled him backwards just in the nick of time, for his arm a least. The club still crashed down on his foot...rendering it useless now as it was mangled beyond belief. A scream and Draconic roar of agony rushed from the dragon's mouth and throat though his wings managed to pull him higher and higher. Moving to the other side of his waist, he pulls two more jars...and hurls them at the Ogre not but sixteen feet below. There was no way he would be able to stand on the grund now, but thank the goddess that his wings were among the fastest. After the jars would break, and the process being repeated again...he would take a syringe out and stick himself with the numbing agent he had made for himself. Granted he had one more in case his opponent would need a...paraletic to his spine. Concentrating fully on the water and staying aloft...it would once more aim for his head to do the same process. This time though, he would toss another jug...and -that- water would move for the ogre's hands. If he even tried to use the electricity again, it should backfire and shock himself.
Gorkall had brought his club into another arc after smashing Trishtar's foot in hopes of smashing the dragons head apart. Yet the man had began to flap those wings of his and fly away. He roared back in response of Trishtar's own cry of pain and stood motionless as he tried to formulate a plan on how to bring him back to the earth below. Gorkall had depleted his mana reserves freeing himself from Trishtar's initial attack and to his dismay found himself trapped in the same position but this time with his hands bound by the water. Gorkall tried not to breath and let the water into his lungs but he was failing. The Ogre jerked back and forth for a good thirty seconds in attempts to free himself from this hellish torture but found himself unable. His club and staff fell to the mud as his grasp failed due to the water flow. Falling now to both of his knees Gorkall felt his world closing around him. The dark shadows of death seemed to make themselves known as he fell onto all fours and felt tears rushing from his eyes into the pool that continued to wash over his visage. Gorkall had no way of escaping the dragons grasp this time and finally after another minute fell to his chest in the mud as the water continued to take his breath away. Gorkall was dying.
Trishtar felt the added weight of the tears, no matter how small, and would eventually force them to go back into his eyes and form there. They were afterall, water nonetheless. Yet in his mind he knew that he could not kill this ogre. Only right the wrong done to his family. As the tears would pool in the male's eyes, there would be a great amount of pressure pushing against the actual eye-balls, until he either clawed them out, or they burst on their own and he cried blood. Trishtar would continue to choke and drown the life out of this male, as he makes sure that the ears were uncovered so that he could hear. "Never...ever, hurt my family again, Or I swear I will kill you next time." Using all of his will-power, and self control...the dragon spares the male his life and lets the water drain out at the last second...either going into the stomach or back into the earth. He would hover now, in front of Gorkall with an emotionless face. "I spare your life on the condition you never raise a hand to my family again. You will find, that I am a kind dragon...but a vengeful one as well." Immediately after, he would take the syringe from his coat and lok at it. Hrm..use it or not, deciding to not add insult to injury, he places the paryletic away for a later use. FOr now, he would stay and watch the ogre recover.
Gorkall remained motionless in the mud. The King-to-be had water falling from his mouth out onto the path. His eyes were indeed bleeding as he stared in a blank gaze to the walls of his hut. His breathing wasn't there. Had Trishtar already killed the Ogre? A few minutes passed before Gorkall finally released a heavy cough that was immediately followed by a nice slew of vomit. It mixed with the mud yet Gorkall kept his face laying the pile of his own filth. The rage in the mans mind had gone, but he wondered why one would so foolishly try and take the life of another for doing no wrong. Awne had nearly killed the Ogre with her telepathic vision. It had set him into a blind rage. Anyone with common sense could tell that an Ogre was not capable of such high magic. Yet now the behemoth of men lay defeated. Not only before Trishtar but before his people as well. Some of the green skins shouted curses to Trishtar, while most accused Gorkall of being weak. The children of his city cried in horror as they looked to the dragon and then back to Gorkall. The Ogre was their leader. Their champion. Their voice-of-reason to the rest of the world. Yet he could not even defend them from a simple water dragon? How would Gamorg pull itself from the poor state it had been in for so long while a man such as this was to lead them? Gorkall slowly blinked. He did not offer any other movement or words to his foe, nor his people. He had been defeated. Aramoth had betrayed him. He wished the dragon would of taken his life. It would of been much easier than facing the pain that came with the consequences of his easy defeat. Trishtar had come to cause the city a state of pain. He had succeeded. His next move, was unknown.
Trishtar watched for a moment before he fell to the earth, a sickening crunch being heard as the pain in his leg had finally returned and with renewed vigor. By all rights he should set the village on fire, but he doesnt and injects the final numbing agent into him. If the first one didnt last long, neither would this one and he would need to get to his wife soon. Looking to the other ogres in the area he had a different idea come to him. "I am afraid that your fate now lies with your people." he spread his wings with a wince of lingering pain. What more was left to say now? There was nothing. He had finished what he set out to do....all that was left was to go home. That and remove the bounty on the tavern board but that was beside the point. A lingering look would be given before he soars into the sky...leaving a trail of blood as he went off.