Gladiator Fight!

So yeah, some of you know by now that I'm back, though I've only recreated my Foremole, Diggun, and I don't think I plan to recreate any of my old characters. However, I'm sure I'll make other alts, though whether I'll identify myself on those alts is another story. Anywho, a recently joined friend named Keegan and Dylan/Bandit made a pretty cool fight scene! Keegan logged, but doesn't have an account, so he sent it to me. Hope you enjoy it!

The arena was having an off day today. With most beasts at work on a week day the Arena used times like this to showcase the newer gladiators. Up and coming fighters or criminal pressganged into bloodsport. The Hyena was a bit of both really. Sent to the games to serve a robbery sentence, the fox found a new calling to life as a price fighter. A swift fox with brown fur the beast shaved his hide short, leaving a mohawk down his head, neck and back, like the main of a hyena. He was a burly beast, his muscles only tempered by the size of his well fed belly.

He pumped his fist as he entered the arena, cheering and yelling to the crowd. For armor he was pretty thin, wearing an iron shoulder pauldron and a long flowing loin cloth. He carried a shield and gladius at his side.

The crowd always drank up the gladiators that had the hyena's attitude. They loved the confident ones. They were normally the ones that made it further, only to have a classic usurper chop them down, sometimes quite literally in that sense. Still, it made for a strong contestant to root for. Across from the hyena, hoisting a simple hasta, a spear, was a nasty looking fox with dirty brown fur. His armor consisted of a battered iron cuirass and a wide leather belt. Piercings lined his pointed ears, and scars were scattered along the fox's body, one even going along his jawline. He too pumped his spear in the air, screaming bloody murder for all he was worth. His eyes were wide, puples dilated. Some might say he was no longer in his right mind. This was all he lived for now.

 What ever fear that existed in The Hyena's mind was drowned out by the copious amounts of wine that he guzzled before the match. If he was going to meet his end, as sudden and violent as it may be, then he was certainly not going to meet it fully sober.

Not wanting to loose the favor of the crowd the fat bellied fox beats his chest like a savage animal. When the horn blows for the match to start the beast charges like a mad bull forward with his sheild out front.

With the horn blow, the dirty fox levels his spear at the hyena, narrowing his evil, and very possibly insane, eyes at his opponent. At the last second, he manages to pull a sidestep, though not before catching a glancing blow from the shield. With the hyena's shield not protecting the side, the fox goes on the offensive, stabbing at the hyena with swift thrusts of his light spear.

Of course the down side to drinking copious ammounts of wine before a match is that you are not quite up to par with the situation. Realizing that his side is left wide open the Hyena's eyes bulge with fright. He stands on his tippy toes, leaning backward and by some mirical managing to suck in his gut as the spear grazes his tummy, shaving off a few hairs. "Blazes!" He shouts, turning and trying to punch the fox with his shield.

The fox leaps back with a growl to narrowly avoid the shield before jumping straight up and forward while thrusting his spear down at the hyena, hoping to get the spear over that blasted shield. His eyes are spread wide open, and his teeth bared in the appearance of full fledged insanity. Well, that's what life in the gladiator arena will do to you.

The hyena raises his shield high enough to deflect the spear from impaling his chest, but not quite high enough to keep the shaft from striking his shoulder. A cold sensation flows through his shoulder as the spear creats a gash through his meety hide. He let's out a pained yell then wildly slashes at his opponants stomach, side to side.

In an instant, two gashes open on the fox's stomach, right in the one spot his cuirass didn't protect, which elicits a loud yell of pain from the insane creature. Breathing heavily, the fox tugs hard on the spear shaft, pulling it out of the hyena. Bashing the shield aside with the shaft of the spear, he goes for another stab...straight at the heart.

The Hyena let's out his own yelp of pain as the spear is pull free from his shoulder, the one shoulder that didn't have an iron pauldron of course. Staring death in the face as his shield arm is knocked aside time slows for the half drunk fox, seeing the spear sail towards him.

There was nothing he could do to avoid it. This was it. The end.

The spear digs into the fox's flesh and...stops...caught on a belt buckle of all things that supports his pauldron. He yells again, slashing the spear and deflecting it upward, leaving a gash across his chest that will later scar. He brings the sword again against his opponant, slashing him downward from his chest to his stomach.

The long, deep gash was unavoidable, especially not with his spear off to the side as it was. He wobbles in space for a moment, then looks down a tad uncomprehendingly, before falling to his knees, his now weak paw dropping the spear. One last time, he looked up at the hyena, unable to understand what had just happened. The crowd had finally gone silent, and every one of them had their paws out, thumbs down.

Even the Hyena is shocked that this worked. Although he only shows it for a short while. He won. By all that was holy, he won! Looking across teh stadium while clutching his wounded chest with his shield arm the fox takes a deep breath. "Well fought mate." he then stabs downward with his sword, stabbing the beast in the chest and leaving the blade hanging there. After a moment he steps backward. He raises his fist into the air once in victory. Then collapses onto the soft sand and passes out from pain, shock, and adrenaline leaving his system.