Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 2: New Shambhala]
01-26-2011, 10:51 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Captain Lhurgoyf.
Reinhardt pointed his sword directly in the face of his assailant, his angry glare peeking out over the cracked surface of his sunglasses. Spitting with rage, the tyrant held up the glowing blade in a defensive stance. Surely, if these swords were only made of wood, eloquent as they were, they would splinter and shatter with ease under the force of any blade, no less this one made of light.
"What in the everlasting hell do you think you're doing, you little bitch?" Reinhardt cussed, the anger slurring his voice. "An insignificant brat like you, daring to challenge the military master Lord Reinhardt, conquerer of the Middenlands, commander of the righteous, slayer of creation's filth? Are you so plauged as to think your presentation will intimidate me? I have seen more combat experience than a girl your age would ever have! I have survived - I have caused - more battles than you have had chest colds! I will not balk at such utter idiocy!"
"Such a naughty boy you are. Watch that language of yours, and don't talk back!"
"Oh, you fool. You think that'll stop me? You think that will stop a hardened commander, a gladiator, a tactical genius, to give me a reason not to crush your throat in my bare hands, rend your flesh from your bones, and drive my blade through you until your body isn't even strong enough to hold itself up any more?" Vandrel asserted, referring to a punishment he had enacted upon a dwarf unfortunate enough to be seen near his castle with a valuable cloak around his neck. Of course, the suspicion of theft wouldn't have been so great if it were a human, but to Reinhardt and the people who lived under his brutal reign, what difference did it make? A dwarf and a thief, an elf and a rebel, a halfling and a gambler, an orc and a murderer, were but two sides of the same coin.
"You said you weren't going to kill me, you silly. I don't suppose you forgot? Did you hit your head on the way down? Poor you!" Soft added, tilting her head and smiling coyly.
"Yes. Yes I did tell you that," Reinhardt added, a smirk spreading across his face. "I won't kill you just yet. But when I'm done with you you may as well have wished I had."
With that, Reinhardt swung his hand in an arc, knocking his opponent back and off her feet, her wooden swords knocked from her hands and crashing on the hard ground. Giving her a kick for good measure, Reinhardt then turned and picked up a piece of rubble.
"This should get you to stay put," he said, mockingly using the style of Soft's ever-annoying childish admonishings, as he pinned the girl under the rock.
Reinhardt pointed his sword directly in the face of his assailant, his angry glare peeking out over the cracked surface of his sunglasses. Spitting with rage, the tyrant held up the glowing blade in a defensive stance. Surely, if these swords were only made of wood, eloquent as they were, they would splinter and shatter with ease under the force of any blade, no less this one made of light.
"What in the everlasting hell do you think you're doing, you little bitch?" Reinhardt cussed, the anger slurring his voice. "An insignificant brat like you, daring to challenge the military master Lord Reinhardt, conquerer of the Middenlands, commander of the righteous, slayer of creation's filth? Are you so plauged as to think your presentation will intimidate me? I have seen more combat experience than a girl your age would ever have! I have survived - I have caused - more battles than you have had chest colds! I will not balk at such utter idiocy!"
"Such a naughty boy you are. Watch that language of yours, and don't talk back!"
"Oh, you fool. You think that'll stop me? You think that will stop a hardened commander, a gladiator, a tactical genius, to give me a reason not to crush your throat in my bare hands, rend your flesh from your bones, and drive my blade through you until your body isn't even strong enough to hold itself up any more?" Vandrel asserted, referring to a punishment he had enacted upon a dwarf unfortunate enough to be seen near his castle with a valuable cloak around his neck. Of course, the suspicion of theft wouldn't have been so great if it were a human, but to Reinhardt and the people who lived under his brutal reign, what difference did it make? A dwarf and a thief, an elf and a rebel, a halfling and a gambler, an orc and a murderer, were but two sides of the same coin.
"You said you weren't going to kill me, you silly. I don't suppose you forgot? Did you hit your head on the way down? Poor you!" Soft added, tilting her head and smiling coyly.
"Yes. Yes I did tell you that," Reinhardt added, a smirk spreading across his face. "I won't kill you just yet. But when I'm done with you you may as well have wished I had."
With that, Reinhardt swung his hand in an arc, knocking his opponent back and off her feet, her wooden swords knocked from her hands and crashing on the hard ground. Giving her a kick for good measure, Reinhardt then turned and picked up a piece of rubble.
"This should get you to stay put," he said, mockingly using the style of Soft's ever-annoying childish admonishings, as he pinned the girl under the rock.