Fight 1T: Sweetteeth the Leech Man vs Nycteris "Nick" Nana the Bat ManGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/1DnrkfAy Sweetteeth (managed by Merrygin) slobbers and gnashes his teeth excitedly as he senses another warm blood sack in his presence. Decked out in beautiful black bronze armor, this ravenous mouth attached to a fleshy noodle has but one goal; to feast on fresh blood. He's certainly come to the right place, but one wonders if the taste of mortal blood will truly sate him? After all, he's had many a belly full of demon blood, courtesy of his prior host. I suppose now's our chance to find out, as much as it is his!
Meanwhile Nycteris "Nick" Nana (managed by DeKaFu) doesn't have such base desires. In fact, he doesn't even know how he got here, nor does he particularly want to be here. All he wants to do is survive. As the bat man loads his steel crossbow, will this simple desire to live be enough to outlast his opponent's appetite, and secure victory as well as his life?
The bell rings, and the duel begins with a pair of clangs, as steel bolts strike Sweetteeth in the gut. Two bolts protrude from the black bronze greaves, but the injury proves a mere inconvenience, as the hungry leech man charges into his prey. Yet Nycteris "Nick" Nana is able to dodge Sweetteeth's opening lunges, until he takes a nasty bite to the right arm, and a much more gory one to the face! As the batman's left cheek collapses into bloody ruin, the leech man thrashes him about by the head, causing some terrible damage, and eliciting a cry of terror from Nycteris. The bat man isn't going to give up his cherished life that easily though, and he shoots the rampaging Sweetteeth in the right hand, bruising the muscle and damaging it's protective black bronze gauntlet!
In revenge, SweetTeeth bites his foe in the gut, before barrelling into him, and knocking him prone. A few more bites and punches strike at the wounded Nycteris, but the bat man puts up a cool, calm defense, raining steel bolts all over the leech man's body, and turning him into a pincushion. Yet it's not enough, as Sweetteeth's chattering fangs crush Nycteris's left paw. The subsequent head thrashing by the leech man knocks the bat man prone once more, and severely damages his ankle and leg. This bite and shake technique is repeated on Nycteris's right arm, causing him to lose hold of his remaining steel bolts!
Sweetteeth comments on how he has improved his biting (side note. oh sweet Armok i never want to see that bloody mouth move like that ever again), inspiring the stricken Nycteris to bite the leech man in return! He is determined to stay alive and outlast this gluttonous leech man, but Sweetteeth bites the batman in the gut and thrashes his head, tearing his foe's lower spine. All these bloody appetizers prove too tempting for Sweetteeth, as he bites Nycteris's right arm, and sucks greedily from the wound, gulping down thick pints of warm, salty bat man blood.
From here Sweetteeth largely repeats his bite and head shake method, slowly pulping and tearing Nycteris into a bloody mess. In return, Nycteris lashes out with fists, bites, and crossbow bashes, but unfortunately for him, the strength of his blows are dulled by the leech man's thick armor. Though his output of attacks is admirable, especially given the pummeling he's taken, it is Sweetteeth who seems to do more damage, with many head thrashes damaging the batman's spine even further. After a similar attack to his head, Nycteris falls unconscious. A further flurry of blows causes him to drop his crossbow, as his severely mangled spine cannot execute any of his mind's commands any more. Sweetteeth displays his bloodlust by drawing out the fight as long as possible, savoring his fallen foe's death with several brutal bites to the head, followed by several more thrashes.
At long last, Nycteris "Nick" Nana dies, his skull a broken, torn mess after so many bites. Well fought, and congratulations to Sweetteeth! You've certainly earned your fill of blood today!
Fight 1U: Squirtplank the Beaver Man vs Faurine Lethirami the ElfGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/3Na0k32RSquirtplank (managed by Martelleus) twirls his iron scimitar with the panache typical of a roguish character such as he. He dreams of securing plunder by sailing the seas, yet the contraption he describes to achieve this vision, a 'boat', does not exist in our world, so far as this humble announcer is concerned. Perhaps after securing booty and riches in this tournament, he will put his earnings to use in commissioning the 'boat' of his dreams!
But first he has to make it past Faurine Lethirami (managed by Mudequipy). This unambitious elf has chosen perhaps the riskiest way of getting out of her comfort zone, by joining the tournament! Will her luck hold out, or has she pushed it too far? As the elf draws her iron bow, lady luck makes her blessing known.
The match begins, and an iron arrow flies straight into Squirtplank's neck, just above the protection of his leather armor! He drops his scimitar into the dirt with a sickening gasp, as the arrow has damaged his spine. Despite this grievous injury, the beaver man grits his teeth, and proceeds to drag himself across the arena floor into melee range with Faurine, who's nerve seems to waver at the sight of such iron will. Several more arrows turn the piratical beaver man into a crimson pincushion, with several metal shafts protruding from his torso and limbs. Undaunted by the massive injuries he’s sustaining, the beaver man makes a few spirited bite attempts, which all miss the nimble elf. Faurine Lethirami's aim, even in such close quarters, proves true, as she dumps arrow after arrow into the struggling Squirtplank. Several puncture his spine and lungs, causing him to gasp ineffectually for air. One of these arrows proves too much for his strained respiratory system, and he collapses, dead of suffocation, at the elf bow woman's feet.
Congratulations, Faurine Lethirami! Luck has seen fit to help you on this day, to say nothing of your astounding accuracy with your bow!
Fight 1V: Osouf Amir the Wolf Man vs Carabella the Fast the HumanGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/jRb5Z31MNext up, we have Osouf Amir (managed by Thazzeus)! Nobody knows what to make of this wolf man, as his manager insists that his background will be revealed in due time. All we know for sure is that he's armored head to toe in bronze armor, and wields a copper pike. If he fights half as fierce as he looks, then his competitor is in for a rough fight!
Carabella the Fast (managed by RandomFastom) meanwhile, loads her steel crossbow with an amused smirk. A firm believer in the doctrines of ranged warfare, and with a disdain for armor, she dreams of using her tournament earnings to fund her own Military-Workshop complex. But has a lifetime of snowball fights with her villager friends prepared her for the carnage of a one on one fight? We're about to find out!
The gladiators are off, and Osouf is quickly dealt a crippling blow to the leg, as a steel bolt penetrates his bronze greaves effortlessly, and chips the bone beneath. As the wolf man cries out at this cruel twist of fate, another bolt finds its home in his other leg, leaving him essentially crippled on the arena floor. Another bolt strikes his right arm, and with that, Carabella's ranged advantage comes to an end, as Osouf manages to drag himself in stabbing distance of her. The stabbing doesn't last long however, as Carabella effortlessly dodges Osouf's opening thrusts, reloads, and shoots him in the left arm! With all his limbs now damaged, the wolf man drops his copper pike in the blood rapidly pooling beneath him. His wolf man instincts kick in however, and he lunges at the woman with his fangs, tearing the fat of her left arm with a savage chomp! Osouf unleashes a torrent of attacks, but these are all dodged by Carabella, who slowly, methodically, reloads her crossbow and fires at point blank range into the crippled wolf man. Shot after slow shot results in metallic twangs, and wet thuds, as the steel bolts pierce Osouf's bronze plate, and bury themselves in the soft flesh beneath. The slow bombardment proves so devastating, that it tears the wolf man's mail shirt to shreds!
A man can only take so much punishment, and Osouf finds his limit after another steel bolt punctures his mangled left leg. Slipping into unconsciousness, he gives Carabella free reign to continue her calculated barrage of fire. A bolt destroys his spine, another pierces his skull, and yet the wolf man can do nothing but periodically regain consciousness, before losing it again. These fits of wakefulness and bodily harm are finally ended for good, with a final bolt to the right leg. Osouf the wolf man dies of suffocation, his nervous system shot to bits by the victorious Carabella!
Amazing work by Carabella! Seems that all those snowball fights have given her cold hearted calm and lethal accuracy, even when facing a fully armored brute! She may have been right in her disdain for heavy armor after all!
Fight 1W: Mr. T the Troll vs Prickle Rick the Echidna ManGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/aabc0bhuNext up we have two fighters of wildly differing sizes. Prickle Rick (managed by Salvadaddy) is the first of this pair, but I wouldn't mention the size difference to him if I were you. No, this echidna man fights to prove that his race can go toe to toe with all the others, no matter their size! Will his determination and iron armor carry the day, and prove the naysayers wrong?
Hulking on the opposite side of the ring is Mr. T, the troll (managed by /u/Leoniidass). A member of the goblin G-Team, he looms over the little echidna man menacingly, hefting a wicked bismuth bronze maul. At first glance these look to be long odds (no pun intended) for Prickle Rick, as this is shaping up to be a showdown of our very own David and Goliath!
The carnage begins, as Prickle Rick stabs Mr. T in the left leg, tearing the fat! The echidna man even manages to block a retaliatory strike with his delicate feather wood buckler! Prickle Rick's mobility is soon crushed however, as Mr. T catches him square in the foot with his maul. Though Prickle Rick's iron armor deflects some of the damage, there is immense power behind his troll opponent's swing, and the blow causes immense internal damage to his leg and spine! As he falls over, he wills the fear away, and continues assaulting the towering Mr. T with his spear. The momentum is on the troll's side now, however, and another crushing maul strike to the left arm causes the echidna man to lose his buckler! Even as he cries out in panic, Prickle Rick cuts the size advantage of his opponent by stabbing him in the left leg. As Prickle Rick falls to the floor in pain, he continues raining down punishing blows on his enemy, forcing him to drop his spear. If this wasn't bad enough, Mr. T shatters the echidna man's spine with a mighty maul strike to the left paw! This troll knows how to leverage his size advantage and blunt weapon with maximum efficiency!
With his mobility, buckler, and spear now gone, Prickle Rick is in deep trouble. Determined to do right by his species, he nobly struggles against his dominating foe, but by now there is little his attacks can do. Mr. T's maul strikes him in the head, and again in the arm, causing it to collapse entirely into a pulped stump. Another blow catches him on the nose, causing it too to explode in a shower of gore. This brutal disfigurement enrages Prickle Rick, but Mr. T is not done yet, as the troll buries the head of his maul in the echidna man's upper chest. He wrestles it away, as a horrific wet wheeze can be heard from Prickle Rick, whose lungs are now pierced by the shattered remains of his ribcage. The echidna man is almost unrecognizable now, as Mr. T bludgeons him to death. In the end it's a strike to the left arm, which shatters it, and ends Prickle Rick's crusade to prove his specie's fighting prowess.
Congratulations to Mr. T! Despite suffering a mobility wound, you kept your cool, and demolished your opponent with great prejudice!
Fight 1X: Logem Branchsyrup the Wolverine Man vs Parmesan Dorothy Grimsley Rigmarole the Rat WomanGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/EcPM7cx2Logem Branchsyrup's (managed by kesperan) broken mind dreams of the mythical adamantine. Hailing from the great white north, this ex-maple syrup farmer puffs on a stogie as he mulls over his strange visions of this blue metal, the acquisition of which is now the only quest his amnesiac mind is devoted to. Time to show these folks your claws, mr. wolverine man, because you've got some stiff competition ahead of you!
Parmesan Dorothy Grimsley Rigmarole (managed by Nekkowe) the rat woman is on a quest herself, but a decidedly less mysterious one. She dreams of funding her civil engineering studies! With possibly the purest, most respectable goal of any of our competitors, the only real mystery is where such a humble student procured so much copper armor, and that shiny copper halberd? Time will tell if her grueling higher education grind has sufficiently hardened her for brutal hand to hand combat, or if she, like many other struggling students, will burn out in spectacular fashion.
The two beastmen waste no time in getting up close and personal. Lightning quick blows of sword and halberd strike out, yet Parmesan proves better off after this opening exchange; knocking Logem to the ground with a stab to the right leg, and suffering only a cut to the right arm for her troubles. As the rat woman lands a few more opportunistic blows, Logem finally lands a punishing hit of his own, lopping off his opponent's left leg and sending it sailing through the air still wearing its copper boot! The delimbing continues, as the wolverine man severs Parmesan's right hand with another swipe of his iron short sword. Perhaps it is the grievous injuries, or crushing student debt, but Parmesan Dorothy Grimsley Rigmarole seems to succumb to hopelessness, as Logem lands more wounding blows. The Rat woman blocks a few with her halberd, and forces the injured wolverine man to scramble away multiple times, but Logem is whittling his opponent down. With another skillful strike, he manages to knock the rat woman unconscious with a savage blow to the right leg, which shatters her bone.
Logem wastes no time in capitalizing on this success, and decapitates Parmesan Dorothy Grimsley Rigmarole with a swift swing of his sword! As his opponent's head sails away, he stoically pulls out another cigar in celebration. Congratulations to Logem! Through grit and skill at arms, you've made it one step closer to attaining the adamantine you seek!
Fight 1Y: She Who is Grey vs StimraugGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/VnqQkCeY ‘She Who is Grey’ (managed by Veoviscool12) stands quiet and ready on her end of the arena. The massive grizzly bear woman wears a vicious expression on her face, an echo of the tragedy she suffered when losing her cub to a wolf attack. Now twisted into vengeance, she dons the pelts of those unfortunate enough to receive her wrath and wears iron gauntlets to augment her natural claws. Her intentions are clear, she’s here for lupine blood.
Opposite of this terrifying bear woman is Stimraug (managed by stimraug), a far more modest Armadillo Man, barely half the height of Grey. He joined the tournament to prove his right to rejoin his clan members – a right he lost after refusing to partake in what he considered unjust violence. Though his motivations are more humble, his posture shows confidence as he practices jabs and parries with his dagger. Occasionally twirling and flipping the weapon, he seems quite fond and familiar with this dagger in particular.
The bell rings and Stimraug doesn’t waste a second closing the gap! After a determined sprint he leaps at Grey’s face and thrusts the dagger at Grey’s throat, making it clear that he isn’t planning to draw this out. Grey makes no effort to dodge! Her rigid yet terrifying expression doesn’t change a bit as she responds with a swipe from her ironclad paw. The exchange is quick and bloodless, with Stimraug’s blade barely trimming the hairs on Grey’s neck, and Grey’s paw grabbing the air beneath Stimraug’s feet. It’s clear that Stimraug will need to adjust his style for such a tall opponent, and Grey will need to not underestimate this armadillo man’s vertical leap.
Not even a moment after Stimraug plants his feet back on the ground, Grey turns to take a second swipe! In a blink, Stimraug curls up and rolls barely out of reach, seamlessly uncurling and sweeping the dagger across Grey’s attacking paw. A clang is heard as the dagger glances off of the iron gauntlet. Grey repeats her attack with her other paw, but Stimraug is prepared to punish repetition. With the same maneuver, he rolls out of harm's way and this time aims for Grey’s unprotected foot. It’s a precision stab! The dagger sinks deep into Grey’s rear paw! Already off balance from her one-two swipe, Grey falls over.
Stimraug isn’t one to miss opportunities and without a thought he immediately slashing the other foot, this time deep enough to disable the appendage entirely! Surely a planned tactic to bring the towering bear woman down to his level.
Grey’s expression finally changes from seething internal rage to outward defiance and she roars viciously, trying to drown this pain with unbounded ferocity. Yet this single moment of distraction from the fight is all the opening Stimraug needed, cutting Grey’s mighty roar short with a decisive and fatal stab to the head. Dagger embedded in her temple, Grey goes quiet and falls limp on the sandy ground.
Congratulations, Stimraug! Continue to display such skill and you just may reclaim your solidarity with the Malevolent Mountains Clan!
Fight 1Z: Cupuaçu (The Sharp Rain) vs Gunch LordGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/yJ09rEqVA youthful Capybara Man stands proud and eager on one side of the arena. He wears a fine soldier’s uniform made of black cloth and a unique bone amulet. Cupuaçu (managed by Lemon) carries himself with a stoic and deliberate demeanor. Trained by a legendary capybara woman swordmaster, but only after being refused for most of his childhood for being the ‘runt of the litter’, Cupuaçu shows his long and serious martial training in the way he moves. Every muscle is positioned and tensed with intention, and his hand rests upon the pommel of his sheathed iron short sword in a non-threatening yet very prepared way.
Opposite to Cupuaçu, both in position and in demeanor, is the cardinal man Gunch Lord (managed by coolguy65535). Nothing like a soldier, this avian savage stands hunched forward with eyes locked on the capybara man. Wearing nothing but the tournament issue loin cloth and an expression that says “I already won this fight”, Gunch Lord taps his adamantine dagger against the air, impatient to claim his victory.
The bell rings and the cardinal man, Gunch Lord, dashes in to attack Cupuaçu right away! Just before connecting, Gunch Lord gains some altitude with his wings to attack downward. This is sure to confuse most fighters who are unlikely to have experience with flying opponents. But Gunch Lord may be out of his league here. As he darts downward with his dagger extended, Cupuaçu denies the strike entirely and expertly bats the dagger away with his shortsword! Then he punches Gunch Lord in the face, knocking him right out of the air!
Hearing the crowd roar in excitement at the dominating skill of Cupuaçu, Gunch Lord lets out an indignant snarl and moves in for another attack, this time staying planted on the ground, to prevent being knocked around so easily. He swings the dagger at Cupuaçu but again he’s parried! Cupuaçu’s return strike is then parried in kind by Gunch Lord, who is no longer underestimating his opponent! Looks like Gunch Lord isn’t just a bloodthirsty bird man after all; parrying a short sword with a dagger is no easy feat. He cracks his bruised neck and shakes off the punch he took earlier, getting serious.
Cupuaçu decides to resume the fight by making the next attack, changing his stance to a defensive one and thrusting his sword at maximum range, but the overly cautious strike misses! Gunch Lord side-steps the blade, closing the gap and stabbing Cupuaçu in the rib cage! Cupuaçu hacks and struggles to regain his breath, obviously suffering a punctured lung now. His resolve is strong, though, and Cupuaçu strikes at the cardinal man to re-establish some distance. But Gunch Lord flaps his wings once and reminds Cupuaçu that he’s fighting in three dimensions, dodging upward instead of back. Still in dagger range, Gunch Lord stabs at Cupuaçu again, but Cupuaçu is willing to make trades and blocks the dagger with his off-hand, suffering a grievous stab wound.
Cupuaçu swings, then stabs, but whiffs both attempts to get the winged Gunch Lord back at a distance. Gunch Lord bites down on Cupuaçu’s left arm and latches on, ensuring the swordsman cannot shake him. Cupuaçu swings one more time, failing again to shake the annoying bird man. Hacking and gasping, and utterly assailed by this cardinal man, Cupuaçu recenters himself, exclaiming “I won’t survive these wounds if I don’t end this”. He takes a gamble, forcefully swinging Gunch Lord off of his arm, knowing it would open him up to attack. Gunch Lord takes the opportunity… but the gamble pays off. As Gunch Lord’s dagger pierces the air next to Cupuaçu’s head, Cupuaçu’s sword sweeps upward in a flash and Gunch Lord’s head falls three paces from his body on the arena ground.
Congratulations, Cupuaçu! Your determination and arduous training were not in vain!
Fight 1AA: Priest Ndrog vs NostrotortoiseGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/AdKefd31It’s a rare sight to see a priest in an arena, and yet to one side is indeed Priest Ndrog (managed by Quantum Drop). No ordinary clergy member, this priest hails from the human blood cults often regarded as mere rumor. He stands visibly frustrated yet dignified, wearing iron boots, gauntlets, and a helm over his leather armor. His posture is impeccable and proud. As he points his halberd to the ground before him, he mumbles words to himself with closed eyes.
And what’s more rare than a priest in an arena? Two priests in an arena! Standing on the other side of the arena is Nostrotortoise (managed by Ikana), a desert tortoise man wearing a copper mail shirt and leggings, and a copper helm. He wields an iron mace and an oaken shield burned with the symbol of a sun. He has arrived on a religious charge sent to him in a vision, Nostrotortoise fights on behest of his revered deity.
Mirroring the pious energy of Ndrog, Nostrotortoise bows his forehead and raises his iron mace to it, mumbling a prayer. While their energy may resemble each other’s, their garb betrays their differences. Ndrog wears a warrior’s uniform, fitted and maintained, while Nostrotortoise wears old armor and bares his feet, worn and dirtied. On warrior of action, the other of faith.
The bell rings, but neither warrior moves. The crowd’s cheers last mere moments before reducing to mumbles and inquisitive shouts. Nearly two minutes pass without so much as a glance between the fighters, both still consumed by their prayer. Eventually, Priest Ndrog finishes his prayer and looks up to face his opponent. Nostrotortoise remains in prayer for a few more moments, but Ndrog patiently waits for it to conclude. The crowd barks for action.
Now, both facing each other and acknowledging the battle at hand, they raise their weapons in a proper stance and begin pacing toward each other. Neither says a word, nor do they snarl or flaunt, they close the gap slowly with reverence and respect. Once in range, as if a second bell was rung but nobody heard it, Priest Ndrog immediately swings his halberd at Nostrotortoise! Nostrotortoise blocks the attack with his shield, but the strike was bait! Ndrog carries the blade of his halberd through the opening made by the block, cutting Nostrotortoise’s foot clean off!
Nostrotortoise falls to the ground. “How fragile we are,” he calmly exclaims, as if to Ndrog directly. Ndrog does not respond except by hacking the tortoise man’s other foot off as well. Another attack from Ndrog aims to kill, but Nostrotortoise didn’t just come here to die, and he blocks it with his shield! But Ndrog’s halberd is too mighty for a downed opponent, and he swings it again. The shield falls to the ground, rolling like a fallen coin, with Nostrotortoises severed arm beside it. “Third blood,” says Ndrog, loud enough for somebody in the audience to hear. Nostrotortoise slumps over, a pool of blood growing beneath him, until his breathing stops. Ndrog agrees “yes, fragile we are,” and turns to leave the arena.
Congratulations, Priest Ndrog. You were sent here as a death sentence, but you might draw enough blood to come out of it alive, and famous!
Fight 1BB: Slappybara vs Athra AcikadisGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/wNzNCrwbA capybara man named Slappybara (managed by diatere) stands on the west end of the arena, wearing a grimace that looks a little bit forced and bearing a great deal of scars. On second look, are those facial scars painted on? Anyway, Slappybara has entered the ring wielding peculiar “blue brass” knuckles, which the staff doesn’t seem to recall seeing on the ledger. They can always review that after the fight! Slappybara poses and flexes for the crowd, but the crowd responds mostly with “awwww!” and a child cries to his mother “can I be friends with the fluffy one?!”. Slappybara seems flustered at the response, and stamps his feet in protest.
Stumbling in from the east entrance is a reptile man, Athra Acikadis (managed by Lemunde) who doesn’t seem to know where to stand. He wears a copper helm and leather armor and gloves, which don’t appear intended for armed combat. Wandering before the adoring crowd, Athra points to himself wondering if they mean him. Only then does he realize that somebody else is here as well. Upon noticing each other, Slappybara trots into position on his side of the arena. As soon as Athra notices that he’s also standing in a marked out square, a bell rings!
Slappybara charges at Athra, yelling things in a clearly forced low voice, and Athra is completely startled! Athra reacts instinctively, biting the charging opponent in the right leg! Slappy jumps away from a second bite and begins shouting for help as the reptile man snaps at him repeatedly. The crowd breaks out in laughter! Athra bites down onto the “blue brass” knuckles on Slappybara’s right hand and latches on. Slappy tugs and pulls to free his hand from Athra’s grip.
Artha begins shaking Slappybara’s hand like a dog fighting for a rope. Blood spurts from Artha’s mouth as Slappybara’s hand is torn open and chewed! Athra may be confused, but his reptile man instincts seem good enough for gladiatorial combat!
After several minutes of getting shaken and mawed by Athra, Slappybara decides to turn the tables and bites down onto Athra, shaking him in return! Equal amount of damage is done in exchange, now both fighters are bloody and torn by this toothy skirmish, but it doesn’t end. Clouds of dust kick up around the tumbling gladiators as they roll about the arena, punching, biting, and shaking each other like rabid animals.
The two begin to slow their struggle as they both grow exhausted, eventually passing out on the ground. Perhaps the blood loss hasn’t helped! They shift in and out of consciousness, picking up where they left off each time, only to pass out again. Eventually, Slappybara is up and moving while Athra remains passed out, so he fights to drag himself onto the reptile man and expends the last ounce of his energy to punch Artha Acikadis in the head until he stops breathing. The fight goes to Slappybara, who passes out again and needs to be carted out of the arena!
Congratulations, Slappybara! You couldn’t hear that because you’re unconscious, but nonetheless!
Fight 1CC: Silent Slicer vs Beardbeard the Bearded Beard of BeardsGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/GPMN2mCaA mass of hair… no, a dwarf!, stands on one side of the arena. Beardbeard, the Bearded Beard of Beards (managed by PlatinumJesus) is a dwarf of mythical repute, his travels known in a hundred different forms as poems and childrens stories. Unlike most fairy tales, however, he is alive and here in the flesh, and hair! Mostly hair. A mighty beard flows like a waterfall, its source a set of eyes and a nose, obscuring the dwarf’s entire form, decorated with all sorts of fine and peculiar ornaments. From it pokes the end of an iron dagger.
A much different opponent stands opposed to the beard. It’s ‘The Silent Slicer’, a jumping spider woman. In contrast to the flowing majesty of Beardbeard’s beard, this spider woman bristles with short hairs – and anticipation. She wields two copper short swords and clenches her other four fists, ready to fight. She skitters back and forth, excited and jumpy, hardly willing to await the bell.
When the bell rings, the two pace toward each other at a measured pace. Once in melee range, Beardbeard lets out an audible “hmph!” and takes a swing with his dagger! The jumping spider woman leaps over him, dodging the attack and landing behind him. She swings one of her swords at the dwarf, but Beardbeard is no fool and not ill-prepared. He turns around and parries the sword, returning a dagger strike of his own! ‘The Silent Slicer’ swings her second sword to deflect the dagger, barely in time.
‘The Silent Slicer’ does not let up, and lands a slicing blow on Beardbeard’s left calf with one sword, then again with the other! It’s a deep wound. Beardbeard falls to the ground and grunts loudly in frustration, but ‘The Silent Slicer’ shows no empathy, only accelerating her assault. She begins unleashing a flurry of blows and Beardbeard does all he can to manage the onslaught. She begins a long series of stabs and slashes, mixed with rapid punches that fill every opening! A stab to Beardbeard’s head! A parry of his jab! A stab to his hand! Another parry!
It’s impossible to keep track of The Silent Slicer’s many hands. One hand will lodge a sword into Beardbeard’s limb and a different one will tear it free, while the free hands deliver punches in between, like some kind of brutal mechanism of death!
Beardbeard is no novice, and manages to get some strikes in throughout this nightmare, but the spider woman parries or dodges each one, until she plunges both swords through Beardbeard’s gut! She rips them back into her possession and goes for the kill, stabbing at the dwarf’s head. Beardbeard the Bearded’s mighty beard is mighty indeed, and a stab is only able to deliver a flesh wound through all that hair! A slash is similarly mitigated by the glorious braids, but then another slash gives Beardbeard his final shave. Beardbeard collapses, his beard dyed a crimson red.
Congratulations, ‘Silent Slicer’! The uncanny skill you possess with your blades could take you far!
Fight 1DD: Beast of Spearimpale vs Marmota MonaxGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/ib8BR9aYMarmota Monax (managed by Cut-More_Supreme), a name nobody has heard of, belongs to a groundhog man who stands to his side of the arena with a bloodstained black bronze pickaxe in hand. He wears a copper helm, gauntlets, and boots as well. His eyes to the ground, a stone cold expression is reminiscent of the grizzly bear woman’s from an earlier fight this round – the look of tragedy, and a vengeful thirst. Whatever vengeance his groundhog man miner is chasing, it’s clearly his singular pursuit.
Across the arena grunts and snorts ‘The Beast of Spearimpale’ (managed by memmet), a hellish Minotaur with nothing more than a copper shield to bear. Its bloodied hooves are proof of its vile nature. Its horns are curled and stained, resembling a banner of war. This beast carries an ominous and nigh supernatural presence. It’s as though the sun grows weaker, burdened to shine on such a monster.
The tournament seems distant and irrelevant in the shadow of these blackened souls, but the bell rings, reminding everyone of the matter at hand. Without hesitation, The Beast of Spearimpale stomps heavily on the sandy floor and explodes into a charge, covering ground like a fired bolt! Marmota seems to welcome the charge, as though debating with himself if he ought to let it land. But no, he sidesteps the charging Minotaur, attacking with his pickaxe as it darts past. The minotaur was holding his shield to that side, blocking the swing. A surprising amount of wit for such a hellish creature.
After running past the groundhog man, the Beast turns and prepares for another charge. It launches itself again, kicking up a wake of dust, this time faster somehow! Before Marmota can respond, he’s struck and tossed backward onto the ground! But he’s quick to return to his feet. The Beast, too close to charge again, lunges forward and strikes with its shield, bashing Marmota in the arm, then follows up with a kick to the other arm, the Beast’s hoof smashing it into a dangling lump of flesh!
Marmota Monax attempts to gain the offensive, but he misses his first strike and the Beast takes the opportunity to dominate. It bites at Marmota’s head! The copper helm is just rigid enough to slip from the minotaur’s teeth, but it twists Marmota’s neck violently. Marmota attempts once more to gain any kind of offense but misses again. The Beast immediately changes tactics and begins slamming the edge of its shield into Marmota’s ribs! An audible crack is heard and Marmota hacks and chokes! He falls to the ground in pain.
Not letting up, the Beast of Spearimpale brutalizes the groundhog man’s torso with blow after blow to ribs and guts, smashing through ribs and annihilating the abdomen and groin. The shield is jammed between two ribs, torn free, and the onslaught continues! Marmota is pinned on his back, hacking, retching, and laboring to even lift his pickaxe. As though milled into a paste, Marmot Monax’s midsection offers no more resistance to the brutal shield strikes, and the groundhog man goes completely limp!
Congratulations, Beast of Spearimpale! Though the darkened sun and demonic aura is concerning, your time in the arena will be glorious indeed!
Fight 1EE: Madame Spots vs Massive MikeGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/NPqJ4cZKThe Jaguar Woman, Madame Spots (managed by chipathingy) shrugs her shoulders as she wonders how her husband convinced her to bother with a gladiator tournament. She wears deer leather armor and an iron helm. The helm seems rather uncomfortable to her, as if she’s never needed to wear one before. Carrying an iron spear as a weapon, she seems aloof but her grip on that spear is proper, suggesting that she’s far more familiar with it than the helmet.
Opposing her is a large, brutish Troll whose name is chanted by a small band of goblin fans in the front row. “Massive Mike!” (managed by Thomasasia), they cheer, and the indeed massive troll boasts and grunts proudly in return. Wearing a copper mail shirt but no pants besides the tournament issue loincloth, this fighter looks like a bad smell, but also quite powerful, especially carrying his imposing iron greataxe. His goblin entourage shouts to him “Duck and weave! Remember to duck and weave!”.
The bell rings and Madame Spots darts at Massive Mike, leaving him no time to think! Massive Mike ducks and the jaguar woman’s spear thrusts over his head. He swings his offhand at her, not yet readied with his great axe, but Madame Spots punishes this with a stab to his hand! Massive Mike reels back, bleeding, but quickly goes on the offensive with a brutish roar. He swings his axe, a miss. He throws a punch, another miss. Madame Spots stabs again, he weaves!
‘Shnnk’. The angered troll ceases. The tip of Madame Spot’s spear points like an arrow drawn straight through Massive Mike’s skull. The fight is over not 20 seconds after it began. The previously jolly goblins shout in disappointment, except for one, who greedily collects a few sacks of gold from the others.
Congratulations to Madame Spots! You have certainly wasted no time proving your worthiness in the tournament.
Fight 1FF: Zeps v Ruyava AlanaeyilaGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/WMHacFgE Wearing a full set of leather armor over her green tunic, Ruÿava Alanaeyila (managed by Zonalar) forgoes only a helm, and it’s no wonder why. The beauty of her complexion, her persuasive stance and enticing figure, Ruÿava hardly seems the type to hide her face behind armor. But she’s not here for a beauty pageant, she wields a black bronze spear and buckler with easy confidence. She seems disinterested in her foe across the arena.
That foe is Zeps (managed by Eris235), a cruel looking rat man wearing only the tournament issue loincloth and a scowl. With folded arms he grips an iron scourge. He seems unreasonably angry at Ruÿava, despite never knowing her, as if ready to dole out a punishment for some transgression.
The bell rings and Zeps lets out a snicker under his breath while approaching Ruÿava with an authoritative march. As he closes in, he brandishes his scourge, lifting it high, but before he can even begin his lashing, Ruÿava sidesteps the scourge and turns with stunning graze, plunging her spear into the sand behind Zeps. Zeps cries out! She’s cut the rat man’s tail clean off!
Zeps snarls and spins around to face Ruÿava. Enraged, he lashes at the elf woman who seems unconcerned with being struck, but perhaps she’s underestimated the cruel looking rat man. The scourge lands on her arm and rips through the leather armor, tearing into Ruÿava’s flesh and twisting her arm! She drops her spear! Another strike lands on her head, forever marring her beautiful visage! Ruÿava yells “you cut my FACE! You’re so annoying!” and strikes at Zeps unarmed, but the rat man proves to be much more skilled than she first thought.
Ruÿava forgets about her spear and persistently engages the rat man with her bare hands, but the fight goes one-sided as Zeps dodges each of her flustered attacks and returns with brutal lashing from his iron scourge. Her armor doesn’t hold up long as she tries to get ahold of the cruel rat man. Eventually the leather parts are sundered and Zeps begins ripping through the flesh on her arms, torso, and head. Ruÿava, still desperately trying to turn the tide but missing every strike, suffers both the scraping barbs and the heavy weight of the iron scourge! She gives into pain. With one, two, three heavy strikes to her head, Zeps caves in her skull.
Congratulations to Zeps! Your cruel punishments shall see you to the next round!
Fights 1A - 1P written by Mkhos
Fights 1Q-1X written by SlitherPapi
Fights 1Y - 1FF written by Tekkud
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Topic: Dwarf Fortress Gladiator Tournament VIII (Read 51819 times)