Battlefield Wars #3 [[Tester vs. Datonec]]
Sept 27, 2010 18:22:57 GMT -5
Post by chaseee on Sept 27, 2010 18:22:57 GMT -5
Tester #3
The new boy looks slightly refreshing. Doesn't look too tough, not too weak. Perfect for my build. Slight, but semi-muscular. Good force behind a punch. My mind strays, wondering what sort of relationship I might have with him if his were an ordinary circumstance. He wasn't bad looking, really.
I snap back into focus. I didn't even know what district the boy was from for crying out loud. Besides, he was here to die. I was here to kill. Easy enough to remember.
I think back to the man I had replaced. The first employed.The oldest one. He had been killed, of course, but only after he had been forced to watch a recap of his fight. It was a waste of talent, in my opinion. He had been a good enough fighter, and the way he sunk the arrow into the girl's neck proved he was strong enough. So why had they killed him?
I couldn't think about that now. Here was another potential victim, and here I was standing like an idiot. The weapons table was stationed to the left. It looked same old, same old, with a few new additions.
I glance over at the boy, and grin. Maybe give him a little sample of what was going to occur a fe minutes later. Ten times worse, of course. I take a step towards him, pausing for a second, observing his stance, his expression. Trying to find his weak spot. Oh hell with it. I lunge.
Unarmed
[dice=200+5000]
Broken Rib
I laugh as his rib snaps under my fist. Tester=1, Victim=0. I glance at the weapons table again, and yank up an axe. I turn back to the boy. "Pick a weapon but only one. More than that, and I'll have to kill you before we even start." I shake my head, stifling laughter. As an afterthought, I add, "Good luck."
[rand=20497285889077238767010699703772487731989774667383992080263536742]The new boy looks slightly refreshing. Doesn't look too tough, not too weak. Perfect for my build. Slight, but semi-muscular. Good force behind a punch. My mind strays, wondering what sort of relationship I might have with him if his were an ordinary circumstance. He wasn't bad looking, really.
I snap back into focus. I didn't even know what district the boy was from for crying out loud. Besides, he was here to die. I was here to kill. Easy enough to remember.
I think back to the man I had replaced. The first employed.The oldest one. He had been killed, of course, but only after he had been forced to watch a recap of his fight. It was a waste of talent, in my opinion. He had been a good enough fighter, and the way he sunk the arrow into the girl's neck proved he was strong enough. So why had they killed him?
I couldn't think about that now. Here was another potential victim, and here I was standing like an idiot. The weapons table was stationed to the left. It looked same old, same old, with a few new additions.
I glance over at the boy, and grin. Maybe give him a little sample of what was going to occur a fe minutes later. Ten times worse, of course. I take a step towards him, pausing for a second, observing his stance, his expression. Trying to find his weak spot. Oh hell with it. I lunge.
Unarmed
[dice=200+5000]
Broken Rib
I laugh as his rib snaps under my fist. Tester=1, Victim=0. I glance at the weapons table again, and yank up an axe. I turn back to the boy. "Pick a weapon but only one. More than that, and I'll have to kill you before we even start." I shake my head, stifling laughter. As an afterthought, I add, "Good luck."
