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The crowds cheered into the arena, chanting the two competitors names, one significantly louder then the other. They chanted, Mordain, Mordain, Mordain, Mordain... It was starting to annoy him, annoy him to such an extent that it was hard to keep his anger at bay.
While these peasants ruled their lives off of this emotion, he knew better, he was better and he was to prove it again and again. This whelp was just the latest opponent in a line that were quickly destroyed by the King, the veteran, the master.
His reputation had swollen during his time on Conscio. He had gone from a nobody to a somebody. He felt nothing for this though, for they were nothing to him. He merely had to find someone, or something sufficiently powerful to teach him what he had to learn.
But this was at the back of his mind as he, the scarred warrior darted around the arena, looking at his pray standing idle. In his hand was a scimitar, a relatively blunt weapon (so not to cause permanent injury to his opponents) and he donned only black shorts, his terrible body scaring visible for all to see. His eyes hungered for it, his subdued anger begged for its release, and oh it was to have its release. His control of this feeling was finite, but he had never been pushed to that limit and this walking carpet would not be the first to break that boundary.
The Wookie, became enraged by the mocking and lunged forward sweeping for Mordain, Mordain had underestimated the beasts strength and speed, but he still managed to bring his weapon up in defense. The impact was so strong it knocked the scimitar out of Mordains hand, the crowds were ecstatic, they were to finally see someone who could beat this King.
Jumping back Mordain simply let out a gasp as the Wookie lunged again, this time underestimating him in turn, but he was not to be underestimated, he wouldn't let the Wookie make another mistake. Using his hands he grabs the wrists of the flying Wookie, bringing him back onto the even ground.He used the force to hold the Wookies armed hand at bay, but the other arm swung at Mordain's face, but hecaught that aswell. Sensing an opportunity he pulled the armed hand over the unarmed and preformed a cartwheel in the air, still holding onto the Wookies hands.
The spectators, the vast majority of them did not know what he was doing, but as Mordain flipped the wrapped arms were forced into moving a hundred and eighty degrees and the prey's forearms snapped out of the sockets making the Wookie scream in agony.
The pain made the crowd shout for blood and sensing his defenses were weak Mordain ripped through the Wookies defensive barrier, picking him up with the force. He forced the Wookies head repeatedly into the stone side of the arena. After the tenth slam against the wall he was ordered to stop as the unconscious, bleeding Wookie fell into a heap on the floor.
Mordain simply marched off the stage and into his locker room to grab a shower, hoping he had actually impressed a master and not a weakling, again. Many had come to him wanting to make him their apprentice but he refused, he said that he was not interested, he would only accept someone whom he could respect. This had forced him into many conflicts which their other apprentices had tried to solve in that very arena, but grudges are dropped when the best students are left with their blood seeping into the sand...
While these peasants ruled their lives off of this emotion, he knew better, he was better and he was to prove it again and again. This whelp was just the latest opponent in a line that were quickly destroyed by the King, the veteran, the master.
His reputation had swollen during his time on Conscio. He had gone from a nobody to a somebody. He felt nothing for this though, for they were nothing to him. He merely had to find someone, or something sufficiently powerful to teach him what he had to learn.
But this was at the back of his mind as he, the scarred warrior darted around the arena, looking at his pray standing idle. In his hand was a scimitar, a relatively blunt weapon (so not to cause permanent injury to his opponents) and he donned only black shorts, his terrible body scaring visible for all to see. His eyes hungered for it, his subdued anger begged for its release, and oh it was to have its release. His control of this feeling was finite, but he had never been pushed to that limit and this walking carpet would not be the first to break that boundary.
The Wookie, became enraged by the mocking and lunged forward sweeping for Mordain, Mordain had underestimated the beasts strength and speed, but he still managed to bring his weapon up in defense. The impact was so strong it knocked the scimitar out of Mordains hand, the crowds were ecstatic, they were to finally see someone who could beat this King.
Jumping back Mordain simply let out a gasp as the Wookie lunged again, this time underestimating him in turn, but he was not to be underestimated, he wouldn't let the Wookie make another mistake. Using his hands he grabs the wrists of the flying Wookie, bringing him back onto the even ground.He used the force to hold the Wookies armed hand at bay, but the other arm swung at Mordain's face, but hecaught that aswell. Sensing an opportunity he pulled the armed hand over the unarmed and preformed a cartwheel in the air, still holding onto the Wookies hands.
The spectators, the vast majority of them did not know what he was doing, but as Mordain flipped the wrapped arms were forced into moving a hundred and eighty degrees and the prey's forearms snapped out of the sockets making the Wookie scream in agony.
The pain made the crowd shout for blood and sensing his defenses were weak Mordain ripped through the Wookies defensive barrier, picking him up with the force. He forced the Wookies head repeatedly into the stone side of the arena. After the tenth slam against the wall he was ordered to stop as the unconscious, bleeding Wookie fell into a heap on the floor.
Mordain simply marched off the stage and into his locker room to grab a shower, hoping he had actually impressed a master and not a weakling, again. Many had come to him wanting to make him their apprentice but he refused, he said that he was not interested, he would only accept someone whom he could respect. This had forced him into many conflicts which their other apprentices had tried to solve in that very arena, but grudges are dropped when the best students are left with their blood seeping into the sand...
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