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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 9:04 pm
At the opposite end of the arena from the royal box, a imperial drone sat chewing his way through something that looked like it could have been a grubburger. It was easy to overlook him, as he was dwarfed by a huge elaborately crafted gong that hung to his left. As the two trolls traded blows, he wiped a smear of sauce from his face and glanced down at a small clock resting on the ground in front of him. Standing up stiffly, he hefted a large and highly ornamental hammer, and swung it hard at the gong. The sound echoed around the arena, managing to surpass and even silence the noise of the crowd. Time was up.
Final standings:
Sempur: 7/20
Frossa: 0/20
Sempur moves to the next round!
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 5:26 am
ooc: i've been busy irl so hadn't had time to post but i wanted to properly wrap this up and not leave semp hangin so yea ; v;
Frossa let out a sharp cry as Sempur's finishing blow slashed her successfully across her back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. She stumbled forwards away from the blueblood, free arm outstretched in order to help keep her balance. Or something like that; she wasn't exactly capable of thinking or acting clearly at the moment and therefore sort of wobbled around for a bit. Frossa altogether seemed rather disoriented at the moment, blinking at her surroundings like a hoofbeast caught in a pair of headlights. Her body ached, the many cuts on her body stung, and she was half soaked in her own indigo blood. She wasn't used to being on the receiving end of such a thrashing, although it was strangely refreshing... Rubbing a blood stained hand through her bangs, the small troll managed to collect herself before turning her attention back to Sempur.
Normally, Frossa probably would have been furious at loosing; especially to a lower blood caste. Her shoulders hung limp as she eyed Sempur up and down once more. Was she in too much pain to care? Or was he merely close enough to her own hue that loosing didn't bother her as much as usual? Eyelashes fluttering, a smile played at the corners of the troll's lips. "Congratulations!" Frossa bubbled, although she seemed to have lost some of her initial spunk. "You are a worthy opponent," She jerked her head up and down in a crude nod, immediately regretting the decision as pain shot down the deep wounds in her back. "Not many can hold their own against me, let alone..." She gestured weakly to her bloodied up self, referring to her loss. She had to give the guy credit; he was certainly skilled with those knives. She definitely would rather him be on her side than have to go up against those things again...
"I do hope ever so much that we meet again, Sempur Livora!"
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