Re: The Fatal Conflict! (GBS2G7) (Round 1: Everybody's Dead!)
08-03-2010, 01:54 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Kargrek pulled a face; he hadn't even considered what he must look like, the minor inconveniences of such trivial injuries having long since ceased to register in his mind. He looked down at himself, arching his back to see the whole of his torso. Taut skin was criss-crossed with livid red scratches from his trip across the street, and a couple of bloody rivulets trailed down his abdomen to the belt that kept his only concession towards modesty in place. In short, he looked as though he had been on the receiving end of much more of beating than had actually been the case, and the barbarian cursed himself for allowing himself to look weak in front of the others, especially one he had plans for.
"Went after him." Not bothering to uncross his arms from his broad chest, Kargrek indicated the dilapidated coffee shop with his chin. There was no attempt at dissembling or hiding his true emotions: his chiseled face clearly displayed nothing but contempt and irritation. Fingers drumming on his left bicep, he spat "Honorless fiend like that can't be allowed to..."; he trailed off, attempting to indicate with his posture and expression the whole of the destruction around them and the situation they were in.
Belonna eyed him, impassive face betraying nothing. Her only response was a curt "And I take it that didn't go well?"The barbarian shifted his weight and spat on the ground. "Magic. To be expected." The usually taciturn man was having difficulty putting his thoughts into words, especially given how clear the gladiatrix's near-disdain was. Decades of justified pride and an afterlife of honor and glory made it painful to say what he had to, but the ignominy of being forced to fight for some madman's amusement was much greater.
"Even fighting a dragon takes more than one man, and dragons don't reshape the word around you while fighting them."
Mistaking Bellona's continued silence for lack of understanding, the barbarian grunted and shifted his weight again. "If this monster is to dealt with, I can't do it alone. I need..." The increasingly-awkward monologue was interrupted by a particularly loud shriek from the erratic demon; the frustrated swordsman seemed to be dealing with her adequately, her lurching attacks obviously crippled by her extreme insobriety. After a moment of watching the embarrassing spectacle, the two warriors turned back to each other, Kargrek sighing at the foolish creature's apparent willingness to cooperate with Zaire. The supplicatory man moved slightly closer to the silent woman, reaching out one arm to lean against the stricken brick.
Kargrek pulled a face; he hadn't even considered what he must look like, the minor inconveniences of such trivial injuries having long since ceased to register in his mind. He looked down at himself, arching his back to see the whole of his torso. Taut skin was criss-crossed with livid red scratches from his trip across the street, and a couple of bloody rivulets trailed down his abdomen to the belt that kept his only concession towards modesty in place. In short, he looked as though he had been on the receiving end of much more of beating than had actually been the case, and the barbarian cursed himself for allowing himself to look weak in front of the others, especially one he had plans for.
"Went after him." Not bothering to uncross his arms from his broad chest, Kargrek indicated the dilapidated coffee shop with his chin. There was no attempt at dissembling or hiding his true emotions: his chiseled face clearly displayed nothing but contempt and irritation. Fingers drumming on his left bicep, he spat "Honorless fiend like that can't be allowed to..."; he trailed off, attempting to indicate with his posture and expression the whole of the destruction around them and the situation they were in.
Belonna eyed him, impassive face betraying nothing. Her only response was a curt "And I take it that didn't go well?"The barbarian shifted his weight and spat on the ground. "Magic. To be expected." The usually taciturn man was having difficulty putting his thoughts into words, especially given how clear the gladiatrix's near-disdain was. Decades of justified pride and an afterlife of honor and glory made it painful to say what he had to, but the ignominy of being forced to fight for some madman's amusement was much greater.
"Even fighting a dragon takes more than one man, and dragons don't reshape the word around you while fighting them."
Mistaking Bellona's continued silence for lack of understanding, the barbarian grunted and shifted his weight again. "If this monster is to dealt with, I can't do it alone. I need..." The increasingly-awkward monologue was interrupted by a particularly loud shriek from the erratic demon; the frustrated swordsman seemed to be dealing with her adequately, her lurching attacks obviously crippled by her extreme insobriety. After a moment of watching the embarrassing spectacle, the two warriors turned back to each other, Kargrek sighing at the foolish creature's apparent willingness to cooperate with Zaire. The supplicatory man moved slightly closer to the silent woman, reaching out one arm to lean against the stricken brick.