Ethan was led into the arena, a bloody knife was stuck into the dirt in the center of the metal-ringed circle. At the other end, restrained by the legion stood his opponent, the fiend slathered at the mouth, like a dog caught in the grip of rabies. At the signal to begin the fight the fiend was released and Ethan ran for the knife in the center.
He dove and grabbed the knife by the handle, he was on the ground and the fiend was on top of him, clawing at his back. Ethan cracked his elbow into the fiends head, knocking him on his back. The fiend scrambled in the dirt, giving Ethan enough time to get back on his feet. The fiend stood again and charged into Ethan tackling him like a linebacker, they both went down, Ethan punched him in the face, once, twice, a third time. The fiend was bleeding, but all the psycho running through his system meant he felt no pain. Finally Ethan took the knife and buried in the fiends leg. he screamed in pain and fell once again off of Ethan.
Ethan kicked him in the face, and got a good cut across his leg from the fiend. He took a few steps back, giving him room to maneuver away from the slashing blade. The fiend ran towards him, slashing wildly. Ethan saw an opening and grabbed the arm holding the knife, he brought it down over his knee and was rewarded by a loud crack coming from the fiends arm and the sight of the knife dropping once again to the floor.
Ethan kicked the Fiend in the chest, dropping him to the ground, and then picked up the knife again. He finally saw the opportunity to end the fight, the fiend was battered and still couldn't stand, although his psycho-addled mind meant he was still trying to stand. Ethan got on top of him and rammed the knife into his chest. As the psychotic fiend died he raised his good hand to Ethans neck, even in his last breaths trying to kill the wastelander.
After the fight Ethan was given a bandage for the cut on his leg. He asked a nearby legionary for the location of the slave master. He was led to a tent, in which a tired-looking man sat behind a desk. "You're the slave master?"
"I am"
"I understand you keep records of the slaves the legion has captured"
"Why, are you looking to make a purchase?"
"Maybe, I'm looking for a girl named Debbie Edwards, she would be 15 now."
The slave master typed on his computer for a while... "Edwards, edwards. No, no slaves have been brought in who called themselves Debbie Edwards."
"Shit, alright"
Ethan walked back to the arena, to see what the next member of the team would do, and how well they would handle themselves.
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He dove and grabbed the knife by the handle, he was on the ground and the fiend was on top of him, clawing at his back. Ethan cracked his elbow into the fiends head, knocking him on his back. The fiend scrambled in the dirt, giving Ethan enough time to get back on his feet. The fiend stood again and charged into Ethan tackling him like a linebacker, they both went down, Ethan punched him in the face, once, twice, a third time. The fiend was bleeding, but all the psycho running through his system meant he felt no pain. Finally Ethan took the knife and buried in the fiends leg. he screamed in pain and fell once again off of Ethan.
Ethan kicked him in the face, and got a good cut across his leg from the fiend. He took a few steps back, giving him room to maneuver away from the slashing blade. The fiend ran towards him, slashing wildly. Ethan saw an opening and grabbed the arm holding the knife, he brought it down over his knee and was rewarded by a loud crack coming from the fiends arm and the sight of the knife dropping once again to the floor.
Ethan kicked the Fiend in the chest, dropping him to the ground, and then picked up the knife again. He finally saw the opportunity to end the fight, the fiend was battered and still couldn't stand, although his psycho-addled mind meant he was still trying to stand. Ethan got on top of him and rammed the knife into his chest. As the psychotic fiend died he raised his good hand to Ethans neck, even in his last breaths trying to kill the wastelander.
After the fight Ethan was given a bandage for the cut on his leg. He asked a nearby legionary for the location of the slave master. He was led to a tent, in which a tired-looking man sat behind a desk. "You're the slave master?"
"I am"
"I understand you keep records of the slaves the legion has captured"
"Why, are you looking to make a purchase?"
"Maybe, I'm looking for a girl named Debbie Edwards, she would be 15 now."
The slave master typed on his computer for a while... "Edwards, edwards. No, no slaves have been brought in who called themselves Debbie Edwards."
"Shit, alright"
Ethan walked back to the arena, to see what the next member of the team would do, and how well they would handle themselves.
Why did everyone put their posts into an OOC?
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