Round 1: Berserker (Ra-Ja) VS. Warrior (Mala) - Judge LiveVoltage

[Queen]

Your conscious begins to return to you as you move forward across a wide but very shallow river with the water itself barely going above your ankle. The area is covered in a thick fog and the smell of blood is heavy.

As you keep on moving forward, you can make out arrows, swords, spears and axes scattered all around you but stuck into the ground. There are also corpses laying face down in the shallow ravine, blood polluting the water.

In the distance, you can make out the sound of activity, as if there was an army out there getting ready for another battle. You push that thought aside as you come face to face with another warrior. Broad shouldered and tall, wearing thick and heavy armor but the warrior wore the face of a beast.

You would see it and it would see you. Your gut instinct tells you this is a war zone, with all the blood and death and the only way out would likely be to fight each other to the death. Survival of the fittest in a war demand's the death of the weakest. Will you survive or will you perish?

(After each combatant makes two (2) posts, the GM will make a post on any changing conditions.)

(You have 5 posts per person and 72 hours to respond between each post. By the flip of a coin, the warrior will go first.)

[Vampirequeen]

Mala's heart pounded as she trudged through the river. The smell of blood filled her nostrils as she apprehensively moved forward. Without warning, she stumbled over a corpse and managed to avoid falling face-first into the bloody water. She sighed and moved on, nudging another corpse out of the way with her foot.

As she reached the opposite riverbank, she began to hear noises that sounded like armies. She paused, drew her greatsword, then started walking again.

A few seconds later, she paused as she caught sight of another warrior. His large beast-like appearance startled her and she stumbled over an arrow. She caught herself and stared up at him.

"Who are you, creature?" she demanded as she took a few steps back and took a quick look around her.

Her eyes travelled back to the creature as a plan began to take shape in her head.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Blood.....the most vital substance in creation. You can live without water...at least for a little while, but blood.....blood is more precious. Once you are drained of blood there is only death awaiting you, it's skeletal arms held wide.....welcoming you into it's cold embrace. Blood gives the mage power, the assassin coin, and the warrior power. Power to rend flesh from bones, power to Kill! Maim! And burn the weak! POWER TO BREAK THE BACKS OF ALL THOSE WHO OPPOSE YOU! and the power to hold life and death in your hands and crush it. Watching the light flicker out from behind the eyes telling you the soul is gone and you have won.

Oh yes.....blood was power, the most powerful thing in existence, and it was everywhere. Berserker had long since come accustomed to the stench of death and blood, he knows not from where...but it does not burn his nostrils, nor churn his stomach. Stomping easily through the stagnant water and floating entrails, he paid little mind to the corpses around him. They were dead and no good for anything but food, fuel for the fire, or terror tactics. Some stacked ten high, their rotting skulls forming a grotesque maze of grinning teeth and empty eye sockets. Picked clean by carrion birds or other scavengers not bound by frivolous laws of respect, only the laws of nature... eat or be eaten. The hissing of Death sheathed across his back filled Berserker's ears.
He could not distinguish words, but a burning desire filled his veins. Kill! Maim! Burn!.....Demoralize! Destroy! Devour! These words continued to rip his mind apart! Each step was a battle to remain calm! The hissing grew more incessant, and the words grew in intensity until he couldn't hear the wind or the sound of his own feet walking through the carnage! It erupted in a frustrated roar and he plunged his claws into the soft rotting body of one of the wall's fleshy stones and ripping it apart causing the rest of the wall to collapse around him. The clash of metal hitting metal and bodies hitting stone must've sounded like a battle in it's own right, but Berserker was oblivious to it.

His only concern was silencing the hissing and regaining control of himself. He wasn't lost to the rage...not yet. One fabric of his sane mind remained stalwart against the red mist...his name. Ra-Ja stood vigilant against the rage, Ra-Ja fought for control, and this time Ra-Ja was stronger. A few minutes passed and the Berserker returned to his body, three flesh walls were destroyed in his battle. Bone and muscle were scattered all around him like a hellish tornado had touched down while he was gone. Blood coated his scales and armor and flesh hung from his claws and teeth.
His warrior mind regained it's control, he flicked the flesh from his claws and licked the strands off his teeth before swallowing them down. They tasted horrible, but at least they weren't in the way. Continuing on his path he soon came across something he did not expect in this death strewn wasteland. Life, in the form of a human woman.

Who was this? Was she ally or foe? Was she the one that put him in this mess? As she stumbled back he smelt her fear and noted her uncertainty. She was not his captor, but as she drew her weapon, she marked herself as foe and something told him killing her was the only way out of this. With a growl he used his left hand to grip onto the charred handle of a sword (http://i821.photobucket.com/albums/zz139/Siks/RP%20Weapons%20and%20gear/Sword23_zps3a627488.jpg) and pulled it from the black earth spinning it around his wrist. Death hissed at his back, but Berserker ignored it.

Death would have to wait... as the woman spoke the lizardman snarled out his response.
"I am he who destroys, I am he who makes the mountains quake. I have not a name, but a title." He dug the claws of his right hand into the bloated body of some poor soul that failed to leave this place alive. Watching the woman's face for reaction as the flesh squished through his fingers. Then using his great strength, he grabbed onto the dead man's rib cage and lifted him up from the ground. This woman was weak and her fear made her so, Berserker couldn't fight such a creature. No...but he could scare her into fleeing maybe. He held the dead body aloft for a few seconds studying his "opponent" which she just barely filled the definition of. She was young, female, and human, she would need to prove herself more worthy to earn the right to be called his adversary.

He roared out the end of his response hurling the dead body at the woman.
"I......AM.......BERSERKER!" As the body flew towards the woman, the big creature vanished into the thick mists that blanketed the battlefield.

[Queen]

You can hear the sound of splashing water all around you in the distance. The fog lifts a little. Enough for the fighters to make out their surroundings better. Below you are the corpses of men with two distinct color's on the cloth attached to their armor. Some men did not have any armor, but a Bandana to show what army they were part of.

The first color was red and the second was blue.

The distant splashing was not loud. It sounded very scattered and few in number in fact.

As you time passes, you remember why you were out here fighting. A rich group of people orchestrated war games and forced many people who could not pay their debt's or were slaves to fight. They would not be able to flee because a magic barrier kept them in the region. They would only be able to leave when one of the army's were completely defeated or killed off.

The terms of victory were set and very specific: Kill them all or capture them all. The more you kill, the more likely you would be set free.

((Both of the fighters will find a piece of colored cloth on them. Both will be different.))

((OOC note: I screwed up so for now, consider this the first GM post and I will post another one after the next six posts to even it out. 6 being three for both contestants.))

[Vampirequeen]

Mala watched as the creature drew his sword, then rolled her eyes as the creature spoke.

He seems a little full of himself, she thought to herself. Her thoughts were quickly silenced by the sight of the lizardman picking up a corpse with his claws. Mala wondered what her opponent was going to do with the corpse. He could either eat it, hit her with it, or throw it at her.

With a roar of his title, the creature threw the bloated, rotting corpse at her. Mala dove out of the way of the disgusting projectile, which hit hit a tree with an unpleasant noise that was a combination of breaking bones and rotten flesh hitting bark. Without warning, Mala felt several drops of a warm liquid land on her right arm right before the corpse fell to the ground.

"Ugh," she muttered under her breath as she looked at her arm and saw several drops of blood. She quickly ran her left hand over the drops of blood. Without bothering to clean off the red smears that were now on her arm and hand, she looked back up at her opponent.

"Damnit," she muttered when she realized that he had vanished.

As Mala looked around for the berserker, she caught sight of something red on the ground. She cautiously approached it, taking care to avoid the corpses that had been hidden by the fog mere minutes earlier. She quickly noticed that some of the corpses had bright red bandannas tied around their arms, legs, heads, or necks. Other corpses had blue bandannas tied in the same places as the red bandannas.

When she reached the red bandanna, she cautiously knelt down to pick it up. She ran her hand over the unfamiliar fabric, enjoying the way it felt for a few seconds before she was brought out of her joy.

The Reds and the Blues, a voice echoed in her head. She paused for a moment, confused. As she struggled to find a source of such a random thought, she began to fold the bandanna into a small rectangle.

Once Mala was done folding the bandanna, she picked it up with her free hand and the hand that her sword was in. She thought for a moment, then placed her sword on the ground in front of her and quickly tied the brightly colored bandanna around her leg. In one quick motion, the warrior grabbed her sword in her right hand and returned to her feet.

"Where are you, Lizard Man?" she shouted into the fog and she tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword and looked around the arena. She wasn't going to let the berserker sneak up on her.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Coward.......weakling......fool........pathetic.

These words hissed through Berserker's mind as he slipped his way into the deeper banks of mist around the blood-filled battlefield. Running from conflict went against nearly every fiber of his being. Death hissed at him, urging the monster to seek out this squishy little girl and sink his fingers into her flesh, let her cries fill his mind with pleasure and power. Rip her throat out with his teeth and watch her bleed. But just before life leaves her, he would rip the armor away from her chest and dig her heart out from between her breasts lifting it up, he would drink it dry of blood before devouring the organ whole.

He could easily do it, catch her looking the other way then cleave her legs from under her with Death. She'd flail like a struck deer, he'd catch her in his claws then clamp his mouth down on her neck and wrench his head away. Her blood would cover him in its warm hand and he would relish in it, his purpose was to destroy, his desire was to be the master of life and death. But he couldn't fight someone so much weaker than him...it wasn't right...it went against his tarnished honor almost as much as running went against his rage.

Berserker was looking for a way to scare the girl again when something...stopped him...stopped him from moving another step. Halting his step a little ways behind the woman, the big warrior felt Ra-Ja fighting to control his head. Death's hissing quieted and Berserker followed the pull of his sanity. Looking down, he noticed something about the corpses he hadn't seen before. Each had a colored cloth tied somewhere on their bodies, weapons, or armor. His tail swayed slowly and his head cocked to the side as he contemplated what he was looking at. Red and Blue...red...and...blue ...only these two colors were visible as far as he could see. Another thing struck him as he crouched down and lifted up one of the discarded blue cloths. There were so many different races amongst the legions of dead around him. Some he didn't even know the name of, but they all looked like the same poor underfed wretch, he growled softly gazing into their lifeless faces. Each sporting a death mask of their final moments: pain, rage, sorrow, even a few holding onto what the big creature would call relief. Those were rare though, it seems only the darker emotions flourish in this landscape.
As the mist obscured the distance his eyes returned to the cloth in his hand. The color blue, he could not place the reason why, but he felt the hissing rage of Death fall silently into the recesses of his mind. The color filled his rabid mind and cleared it, the longer he looked at the cloth the calmer and more clear things became.

Standing up, a plan came to him. He tied the bandanna around his right bicep and turned away from the dead and back to his human opponent. Continuing to skulk through the mists, Berserker was planning to take the fight out of the woman by throwing dirt, more dead bodies, and their rancid body parts at her and disgust her away from the battlefield. But as she came into view he saw the red bandana around her leg. The blue calmness fizzled lightly then took on a slightly darker tint in his mind. These words soon followed the darkening "Kill them all or capture them all. The more you kill, the more likely you would be set free." Berserker stared from his hiding place behind another corpse wall. The woman was in the Red Army? He looked at the colors tied around his arm; this must mean he was with the Blue Army.

It was at this realization that Death began hissing again, and the blue feeling seemed to agree. They both were telling Berserker to kill her now, but Ra-Ja still had a voice and he did his best to fight both of these murderous influences. Another mental battle raged through Berserker's mind, the great warrior managed to not tear apart his hiding place this time. He rammed the tip of his borrowed sword into the ground holding onto it with a death grip, he was desperately trying to use it as an anchor for his sanity. Death burned at his back and his mind fell into turmoil once more as the calming effects of the blue turned darker and darker urging him towards violence at who was rapidly becoming his mortal enemy. The human girl with the red bandana around her leg, she still looked too weak to be a worthy foe. But the only way he saw to have any peace was to attack her, maybe he could test her worthiness and make everyone happy. Pulling the sword out of the ground he clasped it in his left hand and set his plan into motion, taking off at a steady run he jogged up behind the woman.

He snarled at her back.

"Make ready girl!" He leapt over her head bringing the sword within inches of her skull before planting his feet and twisting his body up, he swung the sword back in an upward feint; if it hit the girl it would cleave her in half and Berserker would call it luck. If it didn't though as he expected she could get a surprise coming up under her guard trying to block his sword, the lizardman's clenched and metal clad fist ramming right into her stomach.

[Vampirequeen]

As Mala looked around, her thoughts began to wander.

War games. Kill them or capture them. The more you kill, the more likely you are to be set free, the voice in her head told her.

The warrior was brought back to reality by the sound of heavy footsteps and a snarl coming from behind her. She flinched in surprise and let out an inaudible growl.

"Make ready girl!" she heard the berserker yell from behind her as she prepared to turn around. Before she could do so, she felt a rush of air passing over her head. A few seconds later, the berserker landed in front of her. She let out a small gasp, then gave an audible growl when she caught sight of the blue bandanna on the lizardman's arm.

Kill them or capture them, she thought again.

"Damn you," she muttered under her breath as she prepared to attack him.

Before she could even lift her sword, the lizardman swung his sword at her stomach. Mala took two steps backwards and tripped over a slightly rotted corpse with a torn blue bandanna on its arm. She struggled to regain her balance, but failed. As she fell backwards, the berserker's sword caught her in the stomach, making a long and fairly deep, but not lethal, cut.

"Aaaah!" she roared in pain as she simultaneously grabbed her stomach with her left hand and landed painfully on the corpse, which made several cracking noises as its bones collapsed and shattered under her weight. The corpse's blood splashed onto the outside of her left arm and mingled with the blood from the wound on her stomach.

"Get up," she gasped to herself as she struggled to regain her breath. She raised her right arm and held the sword diagonally in front of her body. After what felt like an incredibly tense eternity, Mala rose to her feet and her tension was immediately replaced by anger.

"You bastard!" she shouted as she lunged at her opponent and began to furiously swing her sword in every direction. She was angry, oblivious to the pain from her stomach wound, and completely focused on her opponent.

[SikstaSlathalin]

His attack landed, not quite the way he expected it to, but a wound especially, a bleeding wound is helpful...normally. It was the opposite for the Berserker at the moment though, he has been in the barest of control over his rage this whole confrontation. The feuding influences tearing apart his mind were keeping each other in check, but the sight of blood and the cries of pain were tipping the scales against Ra-Ja and into the control of the rage. Berserker would hold on for as long as he could before letting the rage win. For once it won, it was unlikely Ra-Ja would ever regain good control over it. The mist may dwindle slightly, but it would never give up it's hold once it has it. Like a river that has burst it’s banks once, all it would take is another shower to cause it to rebel again and double the damage to the land around it. Once the rage had won it would be a losing battle for the rest of his time in this sick game.
For now, he wasn't beyond the point of no return, in fact. He may be able to use her rage to his advantage, yes...it was after all, his area of expertise.
The woman's frantic attacks managed to catch the lizardman lost in his own thoughts, they were skilled but wild in their execution, most dinged off his armor as he weaved around them looking for an opportunity to move. One managed to get lucky and skipped off his shoulder pauldron and caught him across the face. It bit into his scales, and nearly took his eye with it, but he went with the surprising force of her blow and hurled himself away from her immediate warpath, this would buy him time.
He knew the downfalls of rage; tunnel vision, lack of care for personal preservation, wild attacks, and a burning desire to destroy your opponent at any cost. The fire could be made more destructive with the proper fuel. Maybe it would finally test this weak little human out and see if she was worthy of crossing blades with Berserker.

Rolling away from her blade but still within eyesight he growled at her a small somewhat mad smile crossing his face.
"Yes, little one, embrace the rage! Prove your worth as a warrior!" The big creature's plan was simple, infuriate the woman into a frothing beast then strike her down.

He wasn't fully assured of it's success, but the sane mind will win this even if his was hanging in the balance. Her blood, her screams, and that damned red bandanna were slowly working away at the defenses Ra-Ja built up in the Berserker's mind. Cracks were forming and the lizardman could feel the red mist of rage and the hiss of Death slowly creeping into the last bastion of his mind. His name was all he had to grasp onto from his past, a name holds much power especially to those with no memory. They know who they are and it gives them solidity, it gives them an anchor to the past and a presence in the now. Berserker is his name as well as his title, but Ra-Ja represents something else...something better than just a Warrior of Rage. It's meaning, an opaque tease behind blackened glass, with only the most fleeting of sights marking its existence. He must either break this black glass and discover what is being kept from him, or die and not have to worry about it anymore. Either way it would end to his satisfaction. There was still a lot of time between the sword and the grave though, and Berserker would make the squishy human work for every inch.

[Vampirequeen]

Mala's anger grew with every blow that bounced off of the berserker's armor. She grimaced as her sword bounced yet again, but it was short lived, as the force of the sword's bounce sent it into the lizardman's unprotected face. The warrior's grimace changed to a satisfied smirk that lasted slightly longer than her grimace.

Damn it, she thought to herself as her opponent threw himself out of the way of her blade before it hit his eye.

She was just about to lunge at him again when he rolled out of range. The warrior cursed under her breath.

"Yes, little one, embrace the rage! Prove your worth as a warrior!" she heard her opponent shout.

"Damn him," she muttered under her breath as she felt some of her rage draining away. There was still some rage left in her system, but most of it had been released with the frenzied swings of her sword and her barbaric yell. All that remained now was anger, determination, and bloodlust.

"Do you dare question my worth?" she shouted in annoyance as she kept her eyes on the creature. Her eyes narrowed as she began to slowly swing her sword arm in lazy, but forceful, circles.

"Come closer and I can show you just how worthy I really am!" she roared as she tightened her grip on her sword.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Berserker's smile faded into a frown as the woman's rage faded nearly as quickly as it started. She was not in control of her rage, she was it's slave. Her worth was even lesser than before, like a child she tantrumed, and like a child he would punish her for the hissy fit. Gripping the borrowed sword the lizardman circled the woman studying her motions and foot work closely.
She may not be worth his full effort, but that didn't make her harmless. The trickle of blood welling up under his eye and sliding down his cheek attested to that much. Many were still warring throughout the Berserker's mind, Ra-Ja was holding up, but control was slipping from the sane part of his mind.

The world was slowly turning into blood and fury. He was losing track of the mists swirling obliviously in the distance as he stared into the eyes of the woman, the roar of distant battle faded into a muffled buzzing, lost in deep somewhat ragged breaths rushing through his teeth and his heart beginning to beat faster and more violently. He could feel his teeth grinding against each other, the pain of them sinking into his gums only focused his rage further.

With a growl at the woman's words Berserker felt a sliver of rage escape through his words.
"I have questioned your worth since the start of this confrontation! Your brown unprotected skin, your squishy feminine muscles, your flimsy armor! It is a wonder you haven't killed yourself tripping over dead bodies yet!" He let out a particularity deep growl and prepared to act. "And the biggest slight against your worth, is your slavery to the rage." The big lizard was speaking these words to the warrior, but a little voice in the back of his muddled mind was echoing them back into his thoughts. His eyes become slightly unfocused as he rambled, his voice gradually lowering until it sounded like he was mostly talking to himself, but still loud enough for the girl to hear. "A true warrior, let's not their emotions cloud their judgement. A true warrior maintains perfect control over himself, even over the more volatile of emotions. He can use them as a weapon as well as armor, he can turn them on and off. And they are never out of his control."

Berserker’s words drifted into an incoherent rumble in his throat. His lips moved in the forms of words, but they may as well have been a foreign language. The point of his sword dropped a little as his head looked as if in distraction. His lips stopped moving and his shoulders drooped, the many entities in his mind were silent as something different began running through his mind. It was a formless blob moving in a way that demanded the attention of all the warring factions. Only a single word and a flash of inspiration flicked into view. The creature knew this word...it was a command, as unworthy as she was something ordered him into final action. And just like that, the many voices were united into one, his eyes focused once and he lifted his sword. With no other words he rushed the human keeping his blade in his left hand and in a backwards hold behind him. Once he was in range he ducked under her guard and pulled his weapon in close to his chest. As he did a 360 turn past her he planned to smash his blade into the lower part of her back and crush her spine the heavy weapon whistled as it charged towards its mark.

[Queen]

*GM post* ((sorry for such a long wait))

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The distant splashing becomes louder and louder and the fog begins to lift a little more. While it is now easier to see farther, a full-fledged skirmish erupts around the two fighters. It is not a melee yet, but the screams of fighters crying out as they strike out at each other and die as well as the zooming of arrows from overhead can be heard.

The archers are firing aimlessly as the fog still covers the wide yet shallow river and both sides that are involved in the skirmish are caught in the crossfire.

(Warriors are now on the field near the two warriors but they do not seem to pay attention or involve themselves in their ongoing fight. The warriors (not the writers) are also getting shot by arrows. It is completely optional if the two warriors end up getting hit by arrows.)

[Vampirequeen]

The warrior flinched at the sound of the lizardman's growl.

"I have questioned your worth since the start of this confrontation! Your brown unprotected skin, your squishy feminine muscles, your flimsy armor! It is a wonder you haven't killed yourself tripping over dead bodies yet!" she heard him say.

Her eyes narrowed at the creature. He was really starting to get on her nerves.

"And the biggest slight against your worth, is your slavery to the rage."

"How dare you?" she asked angrily. She tightened her grip on her sword and prepared to attack the berserker. Before she could lunge at him, he spoke again.

"A true warrior, let's not their emotions cloud their judgement. A true warrior maintains perfect control over himself, even over the more volatile of emotions. He can use them as a weapon as well as armor, he can turn them on and off. And they are never out of his control."

Before Mala could respond, the berserker began to mutter incoherently to himself.

He's crazy, she thought to herself as a plan began to form in her head.

Go for his head while he's distracted.

Before she could put her plan into action, the creature lunged at her with his sword behind his back. Mala only had enough time to wonder why he had his sword behind his back when he spun around in the air.

The warrior ducked and avoided the blade, but the berserker's foot struck her hard in the head.

"Bastard," she muttered as the blow sent her falling face-first into the dusty, blood-stained ground.

Several curses ran through Mala's head as she spat some mud out of her mouth with an audible "pfft". She quickly returned to her feet and glared at her opponent. Her earlier plan returned to her head, but before she could put her plan into action, she felt a sharp pain in her right shoulder. Her grip on her sword loosened for a few seconds. She looked over her shoulder and cursed under her breath when she caught sight of an arrow sticking out of her skin.

"Damnit," she swore as another arrow flew past her head and grazed her hair. Her eyes travelled back to her opponent.

You need to end this now, she thought to herself. Her eyes narrowed as she reached over her right shoulder with her left hand. She grabbed the shaft of the arrow, gritted her teeth, tightened her grip on her sword, and pulled.

"AAAGGHHH!" she shouted as the arrow came free of her skin. She slightly loosened her grip on her sword and held the bloody arrow towards her opponent.

"Tell me, Lizard Man, would a true warrior be able to do this?" she asked in a voice that was filled with as much venom as she could muster. She held the arrow for a few seconds, then tossed it aside. Her eyes narrowed and she took a few steps towards the berserker.

Her pace quickened as she came closer to the creature.

"Die!" she shouted as she broke into a run and raised her sword over her head. Once she was within a sword's length of the creature, she swung her sword diagonally and hoped that it would make contact with her opponent's unprotected face.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Bersker's recent attack was the mirror opposite of his first bout with the human. While his primary attack failed him this time, an unexpected secondary one filled it's place. Very much unlike the first time, where the second attack did the damage thus nullifying the need for the primary attack. The lizard man was sure that fact would amuse him later, but at this moment he needed to focus on the surprisingly resilient human. The many voices in his mind were still unified in the duty of destroying this creature, but with the bickering ceased, lucidity and curiosity began filling the now empty battlefield of his mind.

Who was behind this bloodsport? Why were they using himself and no doubt many others for their amusement? Would he get the answers he is looking for should he reach the end of the sick game? As the girl responded to his words and his body began preparing for the inevitable clash of their blades, Berserker found himself feeling sorry for the warrior, not because she was rushing to death at his hand, but because she was just as lost and worried as he was. She was young and pretty by some standards, she had much of her life ahead of her. This, Berserker could tell, she looked like she should still be in her parent's home. It was sad to see such a young thing thrown into something like this, the big warrior knew not his own age or even if he did age. His body felt as young and strong as he would assume a youthful body would, but his mind felt much older and the battle between Ra-Ja and Death seemed to be a long standing one. Maybe he would learn more after his victory or his death on this bloodied field of battle.

It was then the big warrior heard the tell-tale whiz of arrows in flight followed the woman's scream of pain, and instinctively he lifted his borrowed weapon up covering his face with the hilt and lower part of the blade. A couple of arrows dinged off the sword and his armor, but luckily none found their mark in his scales. He lowered the makeshift shield and watched as the woman yank out the arrow that had struck her shoulder. It looked like a somewhat deep wound, but she pulled the arrow out with no problem and dove right into an attack. Her quickness and ability to ignore pain lifted her worth a little more, but only one could survive this nightmare and it must be him. Shifting his feet Berserker prepared to thrust his blade directly into the woman's chest, but before he could another whiz of arrows reached his ears, only this time the sound was accompanied by a sharp burning in his neck. Roaring in pain he dropped the sword and stumbled back a foot before wrenching the arrow out. Warm blood spurted out and ran down his neck, but it was only the first of what was to come.

His injury made no difference on the human's trajectory and her blade struck true. Luckily he had shifted back thus saving his life, but at the cost of suffering another neck wound. This one, a long jagged slash across his scales from his spine to nearly his jugular. More blood ran down his neck and into his armor. The pain was great, but his counter was greater, the blow forced him onto his knee causing his savage mind reacted quickly against any follow-up attack. With another roar he shot his left hand out and attempted to slash the woman's knee and bring her down to his level. Whether it worked or not he didn't care, because he quickly got back to his own feet and jumped closer to his opponent. Using his right claw he would rip it across her face and head either breaking her neck from the force or blinding her with the claws and opening her up for the kill.

[Queen]

**GM POST**
(Bow down and despair, for judgment is at hand)



The Winner is SikstaSlathalin

Overall Note: The reason that rose lost was not because she made any glaring grammar mistakes or that she did not perform her character poorly. Both were pretty evenly tied for the most part in the key area's of the writing so really the true judgment part on my end came down to the amount of overall the content size and details of the post.

While rose did perform admirably, Sik just displayed a greater control over the battle as well as the detailed and lengthy post's just overpowered Rose in terms of content. This was mostly apparent from the beginning of the fight all the way to the near end, which then it started to balance itself out in terms of detail and overall post length or content.

Other than that, both writers showed great control and awareness of the battle going on around their characters as well as staying true to their characters and little to no grammatical mistakes.

Good game guys.

Rose Queen Score: 25

Sikista score: 27

(Sik, if Rose is okay with it, you can do a fatality move or something. The battle around you will begin to intensify but there is still time to get away from the heart of the battle and away from the actual fighting if you so choose. If you wantt to continue fighting then you can. Most of the enemy's will be like squishing flys with your pinky finger.)

[SikstaSlathalin]

The Berserker's claws struck true and the young woman crumpled to the ground. But it seemed death was not her fate this day. As the war game closed in around them, battle cries and death peals filled the air mingling with the whizzing of arrows. The red bandana had been ripped off in the scuffle and with it went the blue haze that compelled him to kill the human.

With the haze gone he studied the woman one final time, she was wounded, but he hadn't killed her. Simply knocked her out, Death still hissed at Berserker, trying to order the lizardman to finish her off. Luckilythough Ra-Ja had jumped back into control once the Blue of Violence was gone. The sane part of the warrior's mind demanded he do the honorable thing, spare the woman, and hope she gains the peace his victory had cost her. Another hail of arrows thudded into the bloody ground around them, looking down he noticed the blue bandana still flapping against his arm. With it his chances were slim to get out of this alive, it was then an idea struck him. Crouching down he tied the red cloth from the woman around his other arm before scooping her up in his arms.

He hefted her up and let out a soft growl.
"Come young one, you have too much promise to die here."

She was small enough compared to Berserker, so he easily cradled her into one arm and picked up her sword sheathing it across his back. Once everything was secure the battle had come within a stone's throw of the two combatants. Determined to not let harm befall one of such potential he picked up his borrowed sword and took off at a steady jog allowing his rage to win some ground for their escape. Warriors from both the Blue Army and the Red Army fell to the masterful swings of he who destroys. He did not know how they would get out, but something in the back of his mind told him they would be free.