set to self destruct

Viking Sigurdr · 03-08-2011, 03:38 PM

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Mmm sexy warrior fights. +5

The clash that resonated in the wintry forest that morning might have frightened anyone surrounding, but to a fighter it was merely an open gesture - to test ones strength against another. Whether scratches, bruises, or any sort of harm came to the fighters in question was merely a sign of weakness, of not defending oneself in time. Any skilled warrior knew that it took a bit of beating around in order to get to the top, which was favored highly by the gods.

And this test, which now took place between the opposite colored males, was one neither would lightly back down on. The giant held his position, silently anticipating the shadowed warrior's next move - as he was taught to do. King was sure the man before him knew what he was up against, retreating his long bowstaff back to its original position. Every muscle in his own, bone stained body was poised, single eye trained on the shadow's position, as the tip of his tail flicked a couple times apprehensively.

The dark warrior's weapon was raised above him again, as was the previous attack, but Viking had a small sense that the fighter would not use the same attack, in the same form, once more. As it came swinging towards him, however, ruby eye flashed in reaction - it seemed, to the bone giant, that the same attack was about to be made. Both of the male's hands clenched around his own weapon, pushing forward with the foot he stepped back upon and raising the worn axe above his braided head. In the next split second, however, the dark warrior's bowstaff changed direction, and came in a horizontal fashion towards Viking's now exposed, bare chest.

Having not sparred with another since the battle in his homeland, King's ruby eye widened as the bowstaff came into contact with the upper left part of his chest, where the old, blood-fusion scar ran. It only took that split second for the giant to realize his mistake, and the weapon that came in contact with his form symbolized more than just exposure - it was weakness. A well trained warrior never left room for another to attack, if anything only the illusion of false hope. A grunt came in response from the giant's throat at the contact, naturally withdrawing his arms into himself as he stepped back from the weapon.

Axe was poised inches from his chest, hands almost violently gripping the handle. Eye narrowed, but not at the shadow before him that landed an attack. Mentally, the bone warrior was beating himself up, knowing how disappointed the observing gods must have been. There was a silence that hung in the air, and it weighed heavily on his own, sturdy shoulders. His breathing became faster, feeling the small throb on his front where the bowstaff landed. The male was going to shrug it off, not about to back down then.

With a small leap in his own, thundering steps, Viking pushed off the earth and made a bolt towards the other large male moments after the attack, not waiting for the other to make a full recover. Hands gripped the higher part of the axe handle, towards the base of the metal, aiming the blunt end towards the top of the dark warrior's head. It was a clear shot, in this position, but a good warrior was ready for anything.

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