The largest fight of the day was occurring in the very same room the prisoners had become all too accustomed to. The stone pit clearly lacked upkeep, the walls were cracked and covered with blood, the floor largely covered by the faceless masked image they had all grown used to lying in its center. A rope ladder was dropped on either side the pit which already had the oscaran jailer standing in its center. He had a claw grip extended to each side as though that would some how keep the peace more so than the force barrier that allowed the fighters to go no further than the third of the arena allotted to them.
Golan, Bobby, Fred, "Her" and Dareon were all placed on the same side of the battle, along with two of the dwarves and four cultists, all of whom were barely armored in leather and seemed to be wielding wither a long sword, a hammer, a two handed axe or a short sword and shield. At the opposite end of the arena were five dwarves and five equally nondescript followers of Magni.
Oscaran– You fight until all on one side have perished, if any of you decided to take mercy on a fallen foe, I will personally see to the demise of ALL contestants.
The warrior waved his clawgrips and sprung up, leaping out of the eight foot deep pit in a single bound. The force barriers dropped. While the opposing dwarves stood their ground, all the cultists began charging the crew, with the opposing cultists charging at them. The dwarves reluctantly joined from behind, viewing it as necessary to survival.
**As the Oscaran spoke his piece, Eldaréon was pacing steadily with a grim expression as he surveyed their opponents across the field: he was little impressed.Sky-piercer, still in retracted form, was nonchalantly resting on his shoulders, his arms keeping it in place. The elf cracked his neck and then checked that his armor was in place. He was ready.
When the signal was given and the fools started to charge mindlessly at them, he waited to see who would be foolish enough to engage him.**
She was amused to see the two groups of moron Cultists charging at each other. How silly she thought.
She backed up a bit to the wall waiting for the two sides to engage, She would wait until they were all easily distracted with one another.
She flung her Right arm down to her side drawing her Kris and Leaned against the wall with her left foot against it just under her butt. She watched as these bafoons rushed to their deaths with such enthusiasm. Hey, maybe she wouldn't even need to get her hands dirty.
Golan was not a big fan of these proceedings. But as push came to shove, Golan threw fireballs at two of the most eager enemy cultists. Perhaps he could knock them over or injure them, either way his team would gain an advantage. Then, he started examining the walls. If he could climb up and find a perch, he could pepper the area with fire from a spot of near impunity.
Eldareon was met by one of the dwarves who were trying desperately not to engage each other in combat. The man was short and stout with a long braided red beard. His body was covered with a burnt red plate of armor, his head adorned with a simple iron helmet. He wielded a large hammer that was swung in a double fisted overhead fashion, crashing down on the spear wielder.
A relatively tall Saurr with mottled green skin and an egg shaped head rushed at "Her". Like many of the cultists, he had a steel shoulder guard which led the charge as well as an iron helmet with a mesh bar like face mask. The lizard man had a long spear which he had out in front of himself, looking to impale "Her" into a wall.
Golan could not find anything to climb up, the walls of the pit were very smooth by design. The two cultists seemed not to be injured so much as pissed off, Golan now had a seven foot tall garr with a massive two handed sword charging him with a well armored club wielding nadrask right next to him. Bobby rushed to the two men accosting Golan and swung his club at the armored man, causing him to turn and address whoever had just crashed into his plate male.
**Eldaréon watched almost lazily as the dwarf came at him, and at the last possible moment pivoted away from the overheard slam from the hammer, bringing his spear around from his shoulders with a deft twirl and into a vicious arc aimed right at the neck where a gap should have been between the shoulder and helmet.**
As she saw the man rush toward her, she released her Kris back into her sleeve. She held her ground just as the Lizard man was about to get her, then quickly jumped out of the way, pushing off the wall with the foot that was there allowing his spear to penetrate the wall but not her and hopefully get stuck. As she jumped past the man, with her right hand she magnetically grabbed onto the mans shoulder guard and flung herself up to the man's shoulders aided by her momentum from pushing off the wall. She crossed her legs in front of his chest and magnetically gripped his helmet and attempted to pull it off of his head.
The woman's plan was mostly a success, the lizard man did get his spear lodged into the wall and she did manage to use her magnetic powers to disarm her foe. Unfortunately the Saurr was far stronger than his five foot frame let on and managed to grab Her by the arms as she removed his helm, hurling her into the wall.
Golan's blind charge was met by the garr running after him, however this may have made his dash even more effective as combatants seemed to actually clear the way for the peacekeeper. He did however have a giant garr behind him and was now more separated from his allies than ever.
Eldarion managed to dodge the attack, however the dwarf raised his guard just in time to block the spear, although the shoulder armor was more or less ruined. As the man was over extended at a slightly odd angle, the dwarf shot his leg out in a side kick aimed for the spearmans knee.
The two fireballs hit the nadrask causing him even more pain and discomfort. Bobby took this two his advantage and delivered a swift overhead swing of his weapon which the warrior dodged with a forward dive at the drunks legs, knocking him to the ground.
Her back hit the wall with a thud and she fell to the ground at the lizard mans feet. She ignored the pain she felt as she flung her right arm out to withdraw her kris, while simultaniously casting Spark twice at the cultists' groin with her left, then thrust her self with as much force as she could muster upward leading with her dagger pointed straight at his gut.
The garr was not as agile or as quick as Golan and ran face first into the wall, causing a large dent in the arena's exterior as he did so. Surprisingly, he pushed himself off of the arenas edge, trying to unlodge himself, seemingly making some head way.
Her magic attacked seemed to startle her foe and cause him much discomfort. Caught off guard, the woman had little trouble lodging her blade into the saurr's gut. As blood poured from his wound, the lizard man snarled, extending his long snout towards her face in what seemed to be an attempt to bite her nose off
Dareon knocked the dwarf off balance with his deflection and brought him straight to the ground with the helmet blow. Desperate, the dwarf made a failed attempt to rise to his feet and ended up scooting himself backwards with his hands as his elven foe stood over him, he met the spearwielder straight in the eye, seemingly scared and desperate, clearly he wanted to be in this bloodbath no more than Dareon.
Using his unforseen grace, Bobby hurled his body over the nadrask and was now laying directly on top of him, as the man struggled to throw his larger foe off his back, Bobby bit the mans ear clean off and spit it into the arena's sand, blood began spewing from the side of the mans head, he was now screaming in agony.
Golan was pleasantly surprised about the Garr. He nearly fell over when he turned around to face his enemy again, but righted himself quickly. Looking over his shoulder, Golan launched two more Fireballs at Cultists that he assumed were the enemy, and ran to the Garr with his sword ready in order to impale him from behind.
She pulled out the Kris from the mans gut quickly, hopefully cutting even more arteries on its way out, and as he jutted his snout out attempting to bite her she gave him a quick uppercut with her Kris straight up under his chin.
The blunt end of the spear knocked the dwarf out cold, behind Edlareon the battle still raged and it seemed that the adventurers side were losing. All of the cultists that stood as allies were either dead or desperately losing their battles. One of them, a short human wielding two whips tipped with a razor sharp piece of metal struck the back of the elves armor with one of his weapons.
Golan managed to strike two cultists who were engaged in battle against one another, the strike seemed more detrimental to one of the men who was quickly impaled with his foes longsword after the blast, falling to the ground. The way the sword wielder charged "Her" was cause to believe he may have aided the other side. As Golan was a few feet from the garr, sword ready, he received a stony elbow to the nose.
The woman's blade went clear through the underside of her foes snout, swiftly ending the creatures life. Before she had any time to celebrate, a sword wielding oscaran was rushing her from behind, his blade drawn overhead as if ready to cut the woman clean in half.
Bobby bashed the mans head into the ground over and over again, not stopping until his face was a bloody pulp and the screaming stopped. As he rose to his feet, one of the rival dwarves hurled a throwing axe at his head, which the man barely managed to duck.
**Jaw clenched in furious disgust, the elf turned to face the whip wielding cultist, a murderous glint in his stormy eyes. Daréon slowly adjusted his spear within his grip, readying it while he awaited the next move from his attacker.**
The garr seemed relatively unphased by the attacks, clearly such magics were of little effect against his coarse stone like skin. The giant unwedged himself from the arenas edge and ran at Golan, delivering a powerful stomped aimed square at the peacekeepers torso.
The whip wielder was, clearly, a violent, smart ass, dirty son of a ***** as he openly laughed at Dareon's defensive stance and sent out twin whip lashes, one aimed at the elves face, the other at the weapon glanced in his hand. In addition to being rude, he was apparently very effective with his weapon.
Bobby charged at the dwarf who now had a longsword and shield drawn, as he sent a horizontal strike lashing out wildly at his fellow prisoner, the dwarf swiftly caused it to clash against the steel of his shield, simultaneously stabbing the man in the leg.
Okay. This is gonna get awkward. Golan, slightly panicked, held his sword in two hands. Left hand on the hilt (his sword wielding hand) and the other on the flat of the blade. Using all his rolly might, Golan shoved his right hand into the Garrs ankle, while putting the hilt of the sword on the ground.
Hopefully, the combined rightward shove and downward force would make the Garrs foot slide along the blade, moving his foot and potentially causing the Garr to lose his balance and fall. And hopefully the sword blade will not just snap and impale Golan along with a foot. But there's not a lot of time to plan this out better.
**Whatever the cultist found to be funny was lost on Daréon, as he deftly dodged the lash to his face and let the second hit the blade of his spear, metal to metal. He took one powerful step towards the whip wielder, hurling Sky-piercer at full length with tremendous force straight at his enemies torso area, and immediately followed in the wake of his attack in a dead sprint.**
Hearing the sound of someone coming at her from behind, she looked over her shoulder to see the Oscarian running at her with his sword drawn. Using her Dagger impaled in the man's head as if it were a handle for some puppet, and hugging him with her left she swung the newly killed man around her, hoping his body would catch the blade of his ally.
Golan's blade sunk into the garrs foot, just barely, but it was enough to throw the warriors momentum way off and make him lose his balance, it seemed as though the slightest blow from Golan would send the stone giant toppling to the ground.
Her distraction seemed to work as the oscaran's blade went into the lizard man's stomach, however, her foe did not seem to amused and with a terrible battle cry he drove his sword forward, ripping through the lizard mans intestines in an attempt to stab the woman
The whip wielder threw both of his weapons up at the spear and intercepted it mid air, driving the polearm down at the charging elves head.
Bobby was struck in the leg and winced in pain, desperate to come out of this match alive he put all of his force behind his staff and attempted to use it as leverage against the dwarves shield, thrusting forward at a low angle in an attempt to bring his foe to the ground.