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    A lone troll stands in the center of the gurubashi arena. Hundreds of fellow trolls sit in the stands watching as a larger troll enters the circle before them. This new comer begins to circle the first troll. As Ner’ja stood there with sword and shield at his side, he looks up into the crowd searching. Unable to locate his wife of daughter, his eyes return the ring. Dropping to one knee he mutters a pray to his Loa. As the warrior is kneeling, the larger troll sees an opening and charges forward.

    Seeing this movement out of the corner of his eye, Ner’ja leaps into action. Bring his shield up between himself and the rushing attacker, Ner’ja readies himself for impact. AS the rushing troll nears, Ner’ja adjusts his shield to angle downward. Just as the troll hit the shield, Ner’ja quickly rolls onto his back using the shield as a lever to flip the bull rushing troll up and over him, unharmed.

    The attacker continues on a few feet before coming to a stop and turning back to Ner’ja. Taking this time to strike Ner’ja is already on his feet and rushing forward. The larger troll manages to see this attack and begins an open palmed backhand. Ner’ja in his rush is unable to bring his shield forward before the sinewy arm of the much stronger troll stirkes home. As the hit connects to Ner’ja’s chest the smaller troll is sent flying back the way he came.

    The berserker troll completes his turn and looks down onto a breathless Ner’ja. Moving in for the finishing blow, he raises his tree-like arms above his head. Ner’ja, still far from death plays possum. Just as the strike about to hit home it strike wooden shield. The thundering boom of cracking wood is heard throughout the arena. As the dust clears Ner’ja is seen throwing half a shield from his hand. The other half rest in the bleeding hands of the berserker. The crowd cheers.

    Tossing the broken shield from his hand the berserker grins widely. Knowing that the now shield less troll stood little chance against his might, the Berserker charges; however Ner’ja knew this too and with catlike reflexes he sidesteps the rush and manages to strike the berserker in the back. The strike only enrages the berserker and he quickly turns and charges again. And again Ner’ja reflexes prove better. This charge, dodge, strike game continues for full minute.

    In the next past the berserker chances his tactics. In his next rush he reaches out with one arm and goes to cloth line the dodge troll. But Ner’ja dodges this by leaping over the lowered arm. As he passes above the berserker, Ner’ja again strikes home, this time to the head. Roaring in pain the berserker grabs at his head. Pulling its hand back it looks upon a bloody ear. It’s ear. Tossing the useless flesh, the berserker scoops up a handful of dirt and tossing it into the eyes of Ner’ja. The cheering crowd begins to roar.

    Blinded by the cheap trick of the berserker, Ner’ja turns away. The berserker leaps into the air onto Ner’ja back crushing him to the ground. With his arms pined to his side Ner’ja strikes out with his legs. His blows prove unsuccessful for a moment. But with luck on his side, Ner’ja hits his target; the tinder groin area of the male antonym. So weakened the berserker rolls off Ner’ja freeing the troll. With his arms free, Ner’ja drives his sword into the neck of the berserker. Ner’ja removes his sword and stands. Rolling the dead berserker onto his back, Ner’ja strikes again, this time at the heart. Cutting down into the chest, he crams his hand into the dead berserker. Grabbing out his target, Ner’ja rips the heart out of the chest of his fallen adversary. Holding it high above him, Ner’ja pumps his arm up and down, turning in a small circle. Completing his circle, Ner’ja roars. Then he stuffs the heart into his mouth. Blood sprays out of his mouth as he chews covering his chest. Swallowing the meaty material, Ner’ja again roars in victory.


((I know that this is already posted but I'm reposting all the arena fights into one area. And I'll be adding new ones too.))

Edited by Zarja

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    Two male trolls stand within the ring of the Gurubashi arena. The first one is of average build with flame red hair. He stands with his axe gripped in his left hand. Two thin trails of blood run down that arm to pool at his knuckles before dropping to the sand covered floor. The cuts, one on the forearm and the other on the bicep, are deep. His left eyelid flickers as the blood from a cut above drips into it. One finger of the right hand points out perpendicular to the other, clearly broken.

    The second troll is no better. He wears his black hair back gathered in a large ponytail that falls between his shoulder blades. He is clearly bigger then the red haired troll across from him. On his chest is an expanding black bruise clearly marking a cracked rib. His right tusk ends suddenly in a jagged break and he turns slightly to spit out a mouthful of blood. Along with a broken nose and a droopy black eye, his left leg bears a long deep cut across the hip.

    Ner’ja shakes his head, turning an arc of blood outward, in an attempt to clear his eyesight of blood. His opponent turns to close ranks, but his leg is slowing him too much to move quickly. Ner’ja simply step back maintaining the distance between the two combatants. Understanding that the rogue before him has greater reach with the sword, Ner’ja looks around the arena floor for something to even the odds. Seeing nothing but bloody sand and the end of Bor’s tusk, Ner’ja groans and shakes his head again.

    “There is no glory in watching me bleed to death, coward,” Bor shouts at the axe wielding warrior. “There is a vistory feast I have to attend after this,” he continues, boastfully. Ner’ja nods in agreement and moves forward, a plan forming in his mind.

    As Bor’s sword swings in from the right side, Ner’ja moves his axe in to parry. Carefully checking his swing Ner’ja manages to lock Bor’s blade between the axe’s cutting blade and the handle. With a flick and twist of arm and body, Ner’ja sends the sword flying across the ring, disarming the larger troll. Bor so disarmed grabs the closest thing to him, that being Ner’ja broken hand, and wrenches down on it. Pain shoots up Ner’ja arm into his brain. He howls and drops to his knees as the axe falls out of his grip.

    Balling his now open hand into a fist, Ner’ja punches Bor in the chest, turn his cracked rib into a broken one. Bor releases the hnad in his grip and kicks Ner’ja. The warrior grabs the incoming limb and uses it to throw Bor off balance onto the floor. The two figures lock together on the floor, rolling around kicking, punch, and biting. The crowd watches as small clouds of sand and dirt float away form the fighters as they brawl like wild animals.

    Being larger, Bor manages to gain the upper hand and pins the small troll to the sandy floor. Locking his hands in a viselike grip around Ner’ja’s throat, Bor steals the air from Ner’ja lungs. Seeing an object in the corner of his quickly diming eyesight, Ner’ja reaches out for it. As his grip locks around the circular object, the warrior swings his arm towards the eye of his opponent with the last of his failing strength.

    Bor’s death scream rings out far into the jungle causing small birds to take flight. With one last shutter, he falls to the ground, dead. His broken tusk jets out of where his left eye had been but moments before. Blood wells out of the wound as Ner’ja tries to get up. His body betrays him and he passes out from both pain and exhaustion.


(( Taken from old guild site.))

Edited by Zarja

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