Round 1: Alchemist (Faust) VS. Acrobat (Xomath) - Judge Merry

**ilax silverkin** · 05-13-2015, 01:42 PM

Faust watched in shock as his opponent dropped down and allowed the lance to stab into his hand, struggling to get the lance back from his opponents grip he saw the acrobat reach forward with his free hand, was he going to try and rip off his head? Wait...no Faust had the advantage of his mask which was allowing him to breath with the deadly dust that surrounded them, was the Orc smart enough to go for the mask? He had already seen the orc go for his circle rather than attack him so maybe this Orc was different..somehow smarter than the other orcs he'd faced before. Faust leaned back to try and get out of the Orcs reach taking a deep breath in cased his opponent still managed to grab onto the mask, he heard something clank inside his jacket and reached inside with his free hand to find his glass vials for his potions, hoping that maybe he could either make the Orc sacrifice his grip on the lance so he could attack again or block it with his other hand so he stopped reaching for his mask he threw them as hard and fast as he could at the Orcs faces

**RedKayne** · 05-16-2015, 01:37 AM

The Beginning of the End

"Xomath!"

His battlemaster's voice echoed inside of his head, speaking loudly and clearly. The memories of a forgotten mentor, an integral person of the orc's life, constantly reminded the Acrobat of his current goal. He needed to regain his memories, and discover the truth of his past, and the fate of his teacher. These memories were a part of Xomath, and someone decided to steal a critical piece of his inner soul. Beforehand, he sat inside of a cold cell for countless hours, trapped in a mysterious dungeon that contained the rest of the fighters. In those hours, Xomath sat cross-legged and practically meditated, with nothing but silence and his own thoughts as company within that tiny room.

Faint whispers of his old mentor crept into the back of his mind, always teasing about the forgotten life. Xomath could not discriminate whether or not he respected his old mentor, or absolutely hated every fiber of his being. Perhaps this mentor saved his life at one point, and brought the young orc under his tutelage? Perhaps his mentor slaughtered his beloved parents, and then forced the young orc into slavery and raised him like a gladiator?

The only clues of the orc's past life were the several scars covering his body, which has gone through a world of unspeakable and painful training.

Therefore, the Acrobat must continue to fight on, no matter what the obstacles are. He will not falter in his path, no matter how powerful his enemies are. He will keep pushing forward, and defeat every single one of his adversaries using his pure might. He had to discover the meaning behind all of this this, and pave the way of his future lift by utilizing the foundation of his former one.

It was time to finish this.

Xomath retracted his thrusting arm quickly, pulling away from the face of the Alchemist. Instead, he raised up his arm and bent it, allowing his large forearm to protect his face. Several vials of glass shattered against his tough skin, and small glass shards scattered everywhere. Most of these glass shards embedded themselves into the Acrobat's limb, and black blood oozed out of several small flesh wounds. Some of the glass shards flew by and scraped the sides of Xomath's face, leaving behind deep gashes around his cheeks. Fortunately, none of the glass shards hit any critical areas, such as his eyes.

He wasted no more time.

Now that the glass vials were dealt with, Xomath's free arm shot like a viper and grabbed the top half of his lance. With incredible strength, Xomath ripped his lance free from the Alchemist's hands. The dwarf's physical strength was no match for a warrior that trained in the arts of physical combat throughout his entire life.

The Acrobat then adjusted his injured hand, pulling away his bloodied one from the metal edge and moving it to the lower half of the hilt. Xomath fought back the screaming pain in his right arm by gritting his teeth together. He held his breath for one final motion. The clouds of glass dust were finally settling down to the ground now, and thus their harmful effects weren't as debilitating as they were previously. Despite this, he would most likely suffer long-term effects from breathing in the glass dust, unless something can be done to repair the damage in his throat and lungs.

He banished those thoughts away, and focused upon the battle at hand. In a fluid motion, he straightened his body from the split position, and now stood upon the ground in a wide battle stance. His torso corked counterclockwise, building the power of his next attack by tightening his muscles. His pushed his front foot forward, before swinging his body rapidly in a clockwise motion. During the course of this action, the orc raised up his front foot and then slammed it down against the packed dirt during the halfway point. This gave the orc more momentum for the next few precious seconds to finish off the insect.

Xomath was like a terrifying whirlwind of fury, spinning around completely and then swinging his lance in an upward-diagonal motion. His body launched forward, closing any distance that his opponent would attempt to make. Silently, the orc roared within his mind as his put all of his might in this last attack. The halberd-edge of the lance approached his target's neck, intending to decapitate him in one smooth and clean motion.

This battle was over.

**Merry** · 05-18-2015, 12:48 AM

Thank you for a wonderful battle - well fought by both.

Moving on for this contest will be the character of Xomath, written by RedKayne

Spoiler: scores

Thread: Round 1: Alchemist (Faust) VS. Acrobat (Xomath) - Judge Merry

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