I Am Gladiator! (Closed, Started)

[AceofPie]

Thin fingers flexed and tightened around the hilt of the wooden sword as Jamukha watched his opponent walk around in the sand. The Asieren?s movements were slow, and reeked of over confidence. Jamuu recognized it well.

"Now we will see, my brothers. How does Imperial Skaad fight when all is fair?" Rowan seemed more interested in the Imperial soldier and the house champion than the fight before him. Over confident and unfocused, Jamuu would have an easier time of this than he first thought. The young Amon?tyr would have smiled, if he wasn?t so focused himself.

"The Imperial will be on his back soon enough," Jamuu said loud enough for the others to hear, "You two can share a bed together while you both recover." He wasn?t overly fond of banter, but Jamukha decided he?d give it a try, just for the hell of it. Any advantage he could get in this fight, even mental, could prove the difference.

"Jamukha." Unsurprisingly, Rowan managed to butcher Jamuu?s name with his accent. "Let us fight, yes?"

A short nod was all the response that Jamuu gave, before charging at his opponent like a wild horse. Jamuu was smaller than Rowan, and quick on his feet, that would be his greatest advantage in this fight. He struck quickly and often at the Asieren, feinting left and then swooping his sword high and to the right. Strike after strike, he continued the barrage, quick and unrelenting, hoping to wear Rowan and end the fight as quickly as possible.

 

[SPARTANXIII]

Belkin noticed how the Asieren and Amon'tyr were throwing away their shields and fighting either with just their swords or bare handed. This annoyed the Pingla warrior, he was trained to fight with a sword and shield, and they were just throwing them away. While it wasn't that much of a handicap, as he was also taught to try and fight with whatever he could get his hands on, the fact that what he was taught to use was being absconded like this was frustrating. 'At least this will change once we enter the arena!' he though, wonder just how unwilling to change tactics his fellow warriors were.

The sudden shout of "Pingla" caught Belkin's attention. He turned to see one of the Asieren, who had thrown away his shield but kept the sword. Belkin smiled to himself, he could remember all the lessons he had learned about using a Sword and Shield, now it was just a case of using their knowledge, just like he did many times before against the Empire. "I hope you're ready for a long brawl, I was trained to use these two items almost my whole life" he said to his now opponent, readying him shield arm for a lot of blows against it.

 

[Dogmatic99]

The executor's hard amber eyes scanned the courtyard before him. He analysed each recruit with cold intensity. Watching which ones seemed to favour offensive or defensive tactics, how they held their swords. He was disgusted to see some of them threw away their weapons like they were trash. That attitude will get them killed in the arena.These ones would need disciplining. Still he had to admit some of them showed promise. The boy, Durro, tugged at his leather jerkin. The child looked at the the discarded weapons and then worriedly at the new recruits.

"Don't worry lad." cooed the executor as softly as his rasping voice would allow. "Go collect their things. Those men won't hurt you."

Meanwhile at the centre of the courtyard, Vorgis charged at Antonius with a great roar. Swatting the imperial's sword away as if it were a fly with one arm and slamming his forearm into the side of Antonius' head.

 

[KelevraBD]

"You two can share a bed together while you both recover."

So the boy thought himself clever, did he? Rowan wiped a thumb across his brow and practiced swinging his sword in each hand, limbering himself up in preparation for their bout. He had heard that the Amon'tyr were agile warriors, a trait that would be difficult to overcome. His advantage came in the form of his experience, and brute strength. By the end of their sparring session, Jamuhkha would regret his remarks.

"And rob him of your company, brother? I wouldn't dare."


Jamukha struck out quicker than Rowan was anticipating, raining down strikes in quick, wild succession. Rowan was able to take a few cautious steps backwards and block some of the strikes, but those that hit stung his chest and arms. Waiting for his opening, Rowan led Jamukha back, back, until he was ready to strike himself. His arm tensed, muscles bulging out in true Asieren fashion. A swooping strike meant to cross from Jamukha's left shoulder down to his right hip roared out, followed by a solid swing at his gut. As their battle progressed, Rowan began to see how a shield might have been important and useful, even if such a tool was a sign of weakness in his mind.

The pair of them danced around the sparring area, Jamuhka largely in control of the fight for now. But Rowan knew enough to stay patient, and to make each of his attacks as powerful and purposeful as possible. The horse-boy might have grown up needing to be quick, but in the forests of the Asieren, Garonex teaches his hunters a deadly patience. To soften his prey Rowan spun his sword in his hand and sent forth a jab, one he did not intend on landing. He needed to regain his influence on the fight.


Another quick strike came from the Amon'tyr, but this time Rowan was more than prepared to show Jamukha just what he'd gotten himself into. As the strike came down, Rowan leaned to the side, the wooden sword whizzing past his chest. Rowan raised himself back into a fighting stance and struck out towards his opponent's head, determined to finish him off.

 

[Floris2123]

Antonius took the hit and his weapon was swat away. Vorgis slammed him with his forearm hitting the side of Antonius head. He felt the pain but he had anticipated the move, but now the champion was defenseless. He had used both his arm to attack. While Antonius still had his left arm he had only used 1 arm to defend. Antonius left arm moved with great speed and he hit the champion with an full power liver punch. A punch so devastating it could take most men down with 1 hit. Still this was not the effect it had on the champion. It would probably only hurt him not even stagger him. Antonius quickly gave the champion a kick to the side of his knee hopefully distracting the champion. He then quickly jumped back and took the same defensive position as before.

 

[Godhead]

"I accept the challenge I wish to fight Vorgis". The words rang strongly in Vokrash's ears and only one word sprang to mind: idiot. 'That one won't last long unless he learns to keep his head down. A warrior's mentality does no good outside the arena. I wonder how my kinsman are doing'.

As Vokrash turns around he sees Rowan tossing away the shield casually and getting into a fight with the Amon'tyr; out of nowhere he hears Gaius bark Pingla as he tossed away his shield and sword to fight bare handed. 'At least they're getting right into the thick of it, now they just need to learn to adapt'.

Vokrash looks down at his hands and looks at his wooden sword and shield and grips them tightly. 'Now then, let's find somebody to have some fun with' thought Vokrash as a smile grew on his lips and he set off to find somebody to spar with.

 

[Dogmatic99]

Vorgis winced and staggered as Antonius' combo hit home. He rubbed the spot over his liver where the punch had made contact. "That's fine, I wasn't using that anyway." he growled. He threw his word at Antonius who caught it in mid air. "There you go, let's make this interesting." At that he set upon the imperial like a wild dog throwing punches left and right.

While this was happening the Executor watched as the various fights unfolded around him. At least they have spirit.

 

[ProtoChimp]

"I hope you're ready for a long brawl, I was trained to use these two items almost my whole life" Smiling at the Pingla's words Gaius charged headlong at the man. Instead of striking with his sword he used his brute strength to kick the shield in order to stagger him before smashing his sword against the other man's. He was sure his strength far succeeded his opponent as he sent his large fist flying towards the Pingla's face.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

The sword and shield he was handed by the slave boy were crude, the shield weighed him down, too heavy for him to hold comfortably and too cumbersome for him to use his signature acrobatic style. He saw others throw their shields away and he did the same. The sword he given was the same, crudely made, more of a toy for boys to play fight with then fight duels to the death. He would have to make do with though, he could see no other weapons.

He walked over to the other Vaan and said, "I am Lahar. Lahar Que'ol, I see you are also a War Walker, do you wish to duel?"

 

[SPARTANXIII]

Belkin saw the huge Asieren run towards him, sensing that he was about to try and stagger his posture before attacking. He braised himself for the hit. When the kick struck, he used every muscle to keep himself steady, using his legs as an anchor against the force of it. When the Asieren came to strike, he bounced it off with his shield, which still held firm from the attack. He had held off the guy for now, that much was true, so he decide to play defensive for while, so he could get a feel for the shield itself.

 

[AceofPie]

Step by step, strike by strike, the battle was slowly tipping in Jamukha?s favor. As Rowan retreated, Jamukha advanced ever closer to victory. Jamuu knew that if he gave Rowan even a moment to recovery he would lose his advantage and possibly the fight. So he persisted, changing up his attacks every so often to keep his adversary off balance. For every attack that Rowan blocked or dodged, two more caught him on the chest or glanced off of his arm. Jamuu?s strategy appeared to be working, until the Asieren decided to start striking back.

Rowan took another step backwards, but this time instead out staying on the defensive, the Asieren decided to attack. Quick as a cobra, Rowan struck out with a vicious overhead slash. Jamukha had barely enough time to raise his own sword to block the attack. Wood crashed against wood, and Jamuu?s arm buckled under the impact. Pain shot through his wrist and up his arm like a bolt of lightning. Before he could recover, Rowan had already sent another slashing attack towards Jamuu?s gut. Again Jamuu moved to block the strike, and again the pain exploded through his arm.

It was quickly becoming apparent just how strong Rowan really was. Directly blocking his attacks was out of the question. So when Rowan sent his counter-attack at Jammu?s head, the young Amon?tyr didn?t even attempt to block the attack.
Instead he ducked under the strike and dove forward into a roll. As he recovered, now behind

Rowan, he slashed at the back of the warriors left leg with all his strength. The strike landed with a sickening thud and the Asieren fell to one knee. Jamukha stood up and turned to face the back of his downed opponent.

?A loud bark is useless without the teeth to back it up.? Jamuu allowed himself a moment to gloat before raising his sword to deliver the finishing blow.

 

[ProtoChimp]

Gaius' sword bounced off of the Pingla's shield. He was surprisingly strong. Gaius liked this. Letting out a strong growl he beat his wooden sword against the shield with one hand while clubbing it with his other massive arm. Again he held steady. This tactic wasn't working. Gaius was so used to running across the battlefield, taking cover from arrows and spears while rushing forward and destroying their defences with insurmountable force. But then he had a battleaxe, and his enemy's were foolhardy enough to try and take him on with their swords. This one was smart. This one played defensively, 'Perhaps I shall do the same.' he thought.
Gaius gave a strong knee to the shield before jumping back and holding his sword forwards and leaning down. "Gaius". He told him his name, and expected the same respect in return.

 

[SPARTANXIII]

Belkin withstood the knee attack, again anchoring the attack with his legs. 'If this the way most Asieren fight, this is gonna get boring' he thought to himself. He then saw the Asieren bow to him and say his name. "Gaius" was his name apparently.

Belkin responded in kind, kneeing on one leg and showing his sword and shield in front of the now named opponent, as was old Pingla duelling custom. "Belkin" came the reply as he quickly rose up to continue the fight.

 

[Floris2123]

"That's fine, I wasn't using that anyway." he growled. Antonius smiled as he thought. That hurts doesn't it you big lump of meat?! He threw his word at Antonius who caught it in mid air.There you go, let's make this interesting." Antonius readied himself, now he had two swords. The champion started to attack with an fury of punches, driving Antonius backward while he blocked the punches with his swords. Antonius took some hits on his arms but he knew this strategy would pay off eventually. He waited and after about 25 seconds he saw an opening, he quickly side stepped dodging the attack.

He then hit the champion on a nerve in the knee making him stagger. He dropped one of his swords and went in for the kill. He quickly stepped behind him and used the full body behind throw he had learned. He grabbed him by the waist and then made to roll himself taking Vorgis with him. The champion was thrown over Antonius' own body and made a spin eventually slamming his knees into the ground. Antonius completed the roll rolling over the Champion's back. he now stood behind the defenseless champion. He then grabbed the wooden sword with two hands, and hit the Champion with a full power two handed hit against his foreheads weak spot. He knew that even a one handed slash would have been enough to do the job.

 

[ProtoChimp]

"Belkin" the Pingla replied as he knelt in front of him before advancing. Gaius decided to try this new strategy, putting one hand on the edge of the blade and the other on the handle in order to block oncoming attacks. ' Perhaps I was foolish to abandon the shield' he thought.

 

[SPARTANXIII]

Belkin saw the way that Gaius was now trying to defend himself, using the sword as a way of blocking any swinging or just trying to barge any pokes out of the way. He rushed the now defending Asieren, using his shield as a battering ram. When he reached him, he swung his shield at him, aiming for the head and chest. He then jabbed his sword at the dazed mans chest once before moving to back away.

 

[Dogmatic99]

Antonius' strike hit home splitting the champion's forehead wide open. As blood poured down his face Vorgis let out an ear splitting roar of pain. In one fluid motion he rose to his feet, spinning round wildly and slamming his ham sized fist into Antonius' jaw. The imperial was staggered but before he could react the champions hand was in his hair pulling him closer and just like that Antonius found a rock like fist slamming into his face again and again.

The executors whip was a blur as it wrapped itself around Vorgis' wrist. "Vorgis! Control yourself, you are a gladiator not an animal!" he motioned to the two nearest gladiators "Take him to the medicus!" With great difficulty they managed to drag Vorgis back to the lower entrance to the manor. Above the din Marrick clapping his appreciation.

"Well done, well done you put on a very good show. my beautiful, wife murdering dog! Help yourself to water, executor, see he is rewarded as promised."

 

[ProtoChimp]

Gaius stumbled back, embarrassed as he was so easily dazed. He let out a blood-curdling roar before charging forward. However instead of tackling him he slashed his sword against his inside of his knee and quickly bashing his forearm against Belkin's sword bearing arm. He didn't like swords, axes are much better. Perhaps there was an art to it, he himself found an art to using hos massive battleaxe almost as quick as Belkin used his sword.

 

[SPARTANXIII]

Belkin was stunned by the attack on his leg, feeling foolish to let such an area get attacked. His arm hurt, sure, but it was the crippling blow that did it to him. Belkin decided to attack with his shield again, this time using it as an extension to his arm as a means of just hitting Gaius with punches. With every hit, the edge of the shield made it hurt a bit more, while also keeping him away at the same time. He made sure not to his any areas which could really hurt of possibly even kill his opponent, while at the same time keeping his sword prepared in case he tried to slip through.

 

[Floris2123]

Antonius' strike hit home splitting the champion's forehead wide open. As blood poured down his face Vorgis let out an ear splitting roar of pain. Antonius smiled his strategy had worked. Then the champion was standing before him in an instant as he hit his jaw. The pain was so intestine that Antonius staggered. He was grabbed by his hair and pulled back, he could then feel the barbarian doing a number on his face. He tried to defend himself but he couldn't withstand that much force. He then heard the voice of the man who saved him, "Vorgis! Control yourself, you are a gladiator not an animal! Take him to the medicus!" Antonius stood there his face covered in his, and Vorgis blood, he felt the pain on his face as he just managed to remain standing.

He heard the noise of someone clapping looking up he saw his master standing there he had enjoyed this blood fest very much. He said "Well done, well done you put on a very good show. my beautiful, wife murdering dog! Help yourself to water, executor, see he is rewarded as promised." Antonius smiled while he wiped the blood of his face. He had coughed up some blood earlier and his nose was bleeding but that was about it for his blood. His face did feel very sore as he walked over to the water stand his smile grew with each passing step. He had shown that asshole that he wasn't a weakling and that was all that mattered. He looked around to see most of the faces of the experienced gladiators fixed on him. Some of them had even dropped their jaws. Yeah look at me! I made your invincible champion bleed! He refocused he was too energetic because of the fight right now he needed to calm down.

He arrived at the water stand the slave looking a bit scared now. He grabbed allot of water and quickly washed his face and drank quite allot. He also grabbed allot of food knowing he wouldn't get such an chance again. He then stepped back looking around, most of the gladiators had returned to whatever they were doing before. He smiled but then he changed his expression back to his normal confident expression. He then turned his head to the executor and began to walk toward him. And now for my reward.