Erebos and Longspikes
02-25-11
Erebos and Longspikes battle
'Players: Imoen, Erebos, Blackfur, Jake, Tungur, Longspikes
Location: Slave Cell
*Note* This log overlaps with Blackfur's Free the Slaves pt. 1. The log ends when the fight leaves the cells, and the actual fight ends in Blackfur's Free the Slaves pt. 2. So if you want to know the whole story, you have to read the whole TP
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The door doesn't just fly, it rockets open. Erebos had been strolling the grounds to shake off his mood when he'd heard the commotion coming from the cells. So when he enters his scimitar is already drawn and his body is alive with the fury of battle, all muscles taught and at the ready. He fills the door for a moment as he stands, taking in the scene.
Imoen starts to run and almost crashes into Erebos and screams, she stops in her tracks and backs up.
Blackfur looks over at Erebos and back to the others, his eyes narrow.
Jake is still, well unconscious and losing blood from his side wound, so he has no clue what is going on.
Tungur stares at Erebos for a moment. "Great. Another great stupid thing has arrived." he says loud enough for Erebos to hear then he just stares at Blackfur and to Jake.
Longspikes's broad head snaps to the door as it smashed open. Furious eyes gleam with pure hatred at the sight of the scaled Monitor, and the Longspikes turns to face him, body hunching a bit, massive fists held akimbo at his sides... No chains... the anchor chain that had been binding his wrists and ankles together have been snapped apart, and all the work he had been put to in the camp has only done to reduce his fat and make his muscles stand out... The hedgehog is -big-. "Come to lick at the feet of your master, hey, fishbait? Ifn you were lookin' for a fight, by my SPIKES but you are going to get one." Longspikes reaches up, into the rafters... and pulls free a mace bigger than most in the cage, the iron head slamming into the earth beside the hedgehog like a small earthquake, the black iron head glinting with scars. "Go. Or die, Scalekin."
Tungur blinks at Longspikes and as he gets the mace down from above, he takes several giant steps backward. "Oh dear..." he mutters before looking over to the others with a grin.
Jake moves slightly, but still is pretty much unconious, he has stopped bleeding but a pool of blood is still beside him, he his breathing is starting to get a little slower.
Erebos's own impressive chest swells and his head rises to a haughty angle, regarding the hedgehog with one glittering black eye. He readjusts his grip on his blade, and his talons make sharp scratching noises against the metal hilt. The lizard delights in a challenge, and all other beasts melt away into the background. "We will zee zoon 'oo iz ze one 'oo becomes food for feezh..." He says with a rattling hiss. "Wiz your 'ide, I could catch enough to feed me monthz. And your zpikez would do nizelee vor 'ookz." Erebos has always detested those vermin who adorn themselves with the remnants of other beasts, but as he eyes the things on Longspikes' back, he wonders if he should reconsider. After all, he's already started his collection with a lovely badger pelt. the lizard steps forward, signaling his readiness to fight and leaving a small gap between him and the door. Little ratmaids are almost too small for him to even notice.
Imoen looks at the gap in the door and to the bleeding hare,she frowns and goes to quickly go over to him and drag him away in the confusion.
Jake weakly groans as he is pulled,hopfully somewhere a bit less..well, dangerous as he cant fight right now.
Longspikes starts to laugh, his still-mighty belly shaking with the sound. Paws like shovels grip the thick iron-bound haft of the mace and heft it upwards, holding it horizontally across the Hedgehog's front. "Ifn you can gettem off my back, Fishbait, they're all yours... But yer forgettin' who you are fightin' here..." The mace rises, then falls like the collapse of kingdombs, smashing into the floor and sending a tremour through everyone's feet. "-I-!" he bellows, spikes flaring wide, the turquoise paint gleaming on many of them. The mace rises again, this time in a single paw, only to smash down a second time, digging a gouge into the hard-packed earth, "-AM-!" The mace rises and circles round above him, his voice a basso roar, loud enough to rattle the ribs, "THE LONGSPIKES! BIGGER'N STRONGER THAN ANY OTHER!" And without waiting for the response, the lunges, taking hold of the massive mace in both paws and thundering forward, leading with a world-shattering swing that strikes the iron bars of the cage door... and blasts the thing clean off the hinges, sending it cartwheeling into the wall next to Erebos.
Blackfur blinks as the door of the cage sails threw the air and growls,he goes to stab the,..wait a moment"Where is the hare!!!"
Tungur moves over to his cot, quickly gearing himself up with his throwing knives and his sword, before standing with the sword in one paw. He resists the urge to just hurl a knife at Blackfur and be done with it. He watches the door go flying off before he takes a breath.
The door clangs loudly into the wall, the bars vibrating and continueing to ring in the air after it settles onto the floor. "Blackvur!" The monitor bellows, not even sparing a glance at his leader. Now is not the time for feigning deference. "Get to ze ouzide door now!" Erebos is a much different beast in a crisis, all raging emotions and impatience. None of his calculated machiavellan style now. Just stay clear of him or you'll get hurt. He rushes at the hedgehog, not charging at full strength but going fast enough to overtake the beast. "preziouz time wazted on zhowmanzheep!" He laughs and gets in close when he sees an opening, slashing out wildly with his scimitar. The thing must obviously have been custom made for him, as it is larger than a normal broadsword, and the ease with which he wields it indicates the many seasons its been in his possesion. "And zkeell beatz ztrength at everee turn!"
Blackfur listens to Erebos and hisses "You don't order me lizard!" yeah probally not the best thing to say to Erebos.
Tungur spots Erebos charge. And that's his cue. He ducks out of the door and dives out of the way of the two, rolling to a stop outside the bars. He looks to the two and then to Blackfur. He grabs a knife from his belt. "Hey kitty...think fast" he hurls the knife spinning towards the feline.
Blackfur hissses as a dagger hits him,in the shoulder,good grief how many times can one get hit in the same shoulder!He growls and goes to stab at Tungur.
Longspikes lumbers out the cage door to meet Erebos as he lunges, the hedgehog's face a mask of bellowing fury, broken teeth bared as the two meet halfway. Too quick to bring the massive mace to bear, too close in to swing, but no matter... That scimitar hisses through the air, powered by Erebos' knotted muscles, edge gleaming with vicious razor sharpness, enough to hack lesser beasts in twain, but The Longspikes is no ordinary beast. As Erebos swings, the hedgehog twists his bulk to that it's his back that catches the blow. The sword slams into the nest of interlocked spikes, hacking into the thick quills and digging deep... but not deep enough to find flesh. Even as the sword's momentum is halted, the Longspikes is pivting on his one foot and lashing out with a fist like the doom of gods, a straight jab aimed at the lizard's chin, powered by muscle like steel cable!
Tungur grins and then sidesteps the stab, he brings his blade upward and tries to crash his blade down Blackfur's hard enough to force him to drop it.
Blackfur growls,he grips the sword tighter and goes to try and kick at the rat"You never die do you!" He hissses low and smiles "Guess you can die then I will find the hare and make sure he is dead"
Erebos, busy with wresting the sword out of the thick nest of spikes, can only dodge with his upper body. The momentum gets the blade free, but not his head. The blow does not hit outright, but the glances off. The power behind it is enough, however, to knock his teeth together and a few of them pierce his scaly lip. The lizard staggers back a single step and shakes his head to clear it, pushing back into the fray almost immediately and with a sinister roar, complete with all the typical repitillian noises, spittle flying from his maw. "Chhhhhsssss! Peeg!" It seems his strategy is too stay near enough That longspikes cannot use the mace to any advantage, but that limits the use of his own weapon. No matter, the blade is considerably lighter than the hedghog's blunt piece and he can wield it with one claw, the other lashing out, talons turned upward, to strike at his thick neck. At the same time the flat of his blade pushes against the strong handle of the mace, trying to force it away. Spikes may be a better armour than scales, but they do not cover his entire body, and Erebos has already proven his claws more than sufficient to break Nightmare's thick hide and gut him.
Tungur oofs as that kick hits him square in the stomach, sending him flying backwards into the wall. "Didn't you know? I don't even know the meaning of the word die." he grins then steps forward slowly. "But now...do you still think you have a chance against us? How about this. You turn and run, and I'll let you live..."
Blackfur eyes narrow"I will not run,I am leader of the aBlack Rose, and your a slave ment to obey me, if anyone dies you will."
Longspikes lets out a snarled oath as those sharp claws slash towards him, the 'hog shoving his chin down to protect the vulnerable throat and so getting those claws raking across the side of his face. Blood, hot and red flows as the claws tear through fur and skin, leaving gouges in the flesh beneath. The mace drops to the floor between the two beasts, and Erebos discovers that being fat and strong doesn't stop one from being fast. Blood staining the fur all down one side of his face and neck, the Longspikes lashes out with two free paws, one huge set of knuckles driving towards Erebos' gut like a piston ram, the other making a grab for the wrist of his now-bloodied hand. "I've had worse from trimmin' me whiskers, fishbait! TRY AGAIN!" he roars, adding a shoulder to the mix, shoving forward with his powerful legs to try and shunt the lizard-beast back.
Tungur laughs and shakes his head. "If I'm a slave meant to obey you, why am I out here, fighting you, huh?" he smirks, drawing another knife. "No matter, I'll make sure you wont be fighting anymore." he hurls the knife at him again, but maybe slightly too close this time.
Blackfur goes to try and kick the rat again, he sidesteps the dagger and it slices across his arm, he hisses in pain and slices at the rat with the sword.
Erebos clenches the muscles of his stomach a split second before the paw hits. Normally the blow would be enough to wind him, placed just beneath his solar plexus, but his tensed muscles and the thick padding of his coat soften it and he only coughs. Longspikes's other paw is much more successfull, though. He snarls and whips his claw back in an attempt to pull the 'hog into him. But then he's pushing forward and the action is made unnecessary. His eyes widen and he takes a stumbling step backward as his chest catches the other's shoulders. Again he pulls with his claw, this time to the side, and throws his own shoulders into the mix, attempting to steer the hedgehog, divert his energy. As he does so, his other claw swings up towards Longspikes' head, aiming the thick flat of the blade at his temple. "Oh my dear." He whispers dangerously. "I am onlee beginneeng."
Tungur oofs as the kick hits, and then he ends up trying to dive off to the side to get away from the feline's attack, only to get the blade just down his side, letting out a grunt as he hits the ground. He rubs at his side, seeing a fresh layer of blood on his paw afterwards. That only made his grip on his sword tighten. "I've had enough." he growls, getting up and giving a hack towards Blackfur's bad shoulder, leaving himself wide open to getting kicked in the stomach again.
Blackfur sidesteps but the sword enters his bad shoulder and deepens the cut,red blood leaks down his back and side as he growls in pain,he swings at the rats side with the sword he has and hissses low. "Die rat!"
Longspikes doesn't have the training that Erebos has, doesn't have that beautiful fluidity that comes from long days spent perfecting the details. The lizard is perfectly correct in the assessment that skill will outperform strength, and as Longspikes is tugged to the side, the flat of the sword clanging off the side of his skull, it seems as though the theory is proven... but what Longspikes has is experience. More than a dozen seasons of it. His ears ringing, his face aching on both sides now, but even so the instincts stay sharp. That vice-tight grip doesn't release Erebos' wrist... it grips tighter, and as the Hedgepig is spun by the fluid redirection, he uses that in turn; planting his mighty footpaws into the earth and roaring loud enough to shatter stone and flinging all of his weight in the same direction, bending at the middle and... trying to fling Erebos over his shoulder like a hammer-throw.
Tungur would have been hit real hard with that swing, but the knives in his belt save him from any real damage. There's a loud metal clank when the blade hits his side, and then a bit of a deep cut, but nothing life threatening, just painful. He jumps to the side and lets his paw cover it firmly. "Argh...you'll pay for that." he draws one of those bloody knives and takes a good few steps back, hurling it as hard as he can at Blackfur. He doesn't realize though that if Erebos gets sent flying back, he'll get hit square in the back by the large beast. He quickly looks down and spots only two throwing knives left, knowing he'll have to ignore those and keep them for when he needs them next.
The lizard smiles, but only briefly, only a fleeting shadow of triumph on his face as he lands a blow, before his momentum is turned against him. Erebos is well acquainted with the move Longspikes is trying, it being one of his favorites. But with the sheer force of the beast's weight and muscle behind it, he cannot do much to counter in a split second except to writhe and struggle and make it difficult to be directed. But over his shoulder the lizard goes, however slowly, and the spikes do their damage as he is scraped against them, the points snagging and tearing through his coat, one even going so far as to lodge itself in his side. Pain blooms in the lizard's mind, but the quill does more to impede his momentum, and instead of being thrown, he merely flops to the ground heavily a tiny distance away. Gravity still does its damage and the floor shudders as he comes into contact with it, his claw releasing his sword instinctively to break his fall. He groans and curses himself for false confidence, scrambling to his footclaws quickly. Both beasts are weaponless now; if he had tried to fetch it, he would have wasted precious seconds. The fighting pair look positively barbaric, with the Longspikes' body paint and massive bulk, and the lizard's prehistoric features and coat, now shredded and with tufts of cat fur and feathers sticking out, little bits breaking free and catching the breeze, swirling about the room.
Blackfur watches the rat closely and goes to slice at his left side before he has a chance to stab him with a knife.
Tungur hadn't really payed much attention to the slice and then he lets out a loud yell, falling to his side as the nice fresh cut on his side starts to bleed. "Argh..." he breathes deep and looks up to Spikes and Erebos, spotting the two are too busy for him to rely on help from the hog, so he stares at Blackfur, trying sweep kick his leg out before slowly standing again.
Longspikes lets out a breath, long and slow, the fog of it in the cold winter air giving the snarling beast a demonic look all his own. He glares at Erebos, the one side of his face and neck stained a deep crimson, his one eye starting to swell closed from the deep wound just beneath it. If it bothers him though, there is little sign. The huge Hedgehog spits at the ground, his stump-sized legs shifting for a wider, balanced stance, squared to Erebos. His arms, thick and hard as a sack stuffed with rocks bunch and fold upwards, fists clenching tight. "Come on then, Scalekin." he says, voice a growling bass, "Come and test yerself against me." He shifts his bulk a little, shifting slightly to one side, eyes locked on the lizard's own, a pair of primeval giants from the dawn of time...
Erebos by contrast, seems to shrink back and bunch up into himself. At first it seems like he's recoiling from the fight. But the look on his face is hardened and clearly showing no doubts, his lips are pressed tightly together and his eyes squinted into black slits, looking for all the world like empty sockets, containing nothing but the exotic dread that he seems to have siphoned from those smaller woodlanders that have faced the deadly foreign beast. His shoulders hunch and his knees bend, the only hint of his plan, and then he leaps forward, claws bared. They are the only weapons he feels he needs. Seems he was coiling himself to strike, like a cat. His tail acts as a balance as he sprints at Longspikes full speed, even his teeth bared to inflict any damage they can. As he draws near he leaps into the air. It's not a very high jump, but it's more for surprise than anything else, and as the great dragon bears down on the hedgepig, he slashes forward with both his claws, aiming for the shoulders.
Longspikes's legs power forward to meet the Monitor halfway, a roar of unadulterated rage blasting from his maw and he reaches up and forward, shovel-sized paws unfolding and grabbing onto Erebos' as they come down, fingers interlocking and squeezing tight, locking together hard. The weight of the lizard moving so quickly outdoes even the mighty strength of the Longspikes though, and as the lizard's body connects with the woodlander's, he is knocked from his feet and onto his spiked back, the force of it making a noise like two slabs of stone striking together, the momentum causing the two to start rolling. Teeth sharp and vicious snap down onto the Hedgehog's bare shoulder, tearing through fur and skin, more blood flowing, but even as the Monitor bites him, the hedgepig is biting back, his broken teeth less a woodlanders and now sharp as a predator's. He snaps down onto Erebos' scaled hide and savages it, wrenching his mighty head from side to side even as he rolls and kicks and squirms, fighting the massive scalekin for the better position!
Erebos doesn't seem to be fighting for the upperpaw or...claw, here. He lets out a shrill rasp that is foreign to any mammal's ears, and releases his teeth from longspikes' shoulder, instead using it to latch onto an ear and tug, trying to free himself the only way he can as the hedgehog gets through his coat with the tearing, and pries his scales from his flesh. The heat of breath and wounds steams about the two and presently Erebos gains some sense of composure, pushing himself onto his back with his tail, using the pig's advantage in weight. In the leap, Erebos' legs had curled beneath him to present less of a target, and now he sends them thudding hard into the hedghog's stomach, toes splayed and curved talons ready to shred at the skin and fat. All pretense of honorable and skilled combat gone, this has turned into a tousle between aggressive, bloodthirsty animals. All of the lizard's mental processes have been overhauled, now only used for fighting. So much for higher thought.
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