The Story of Taillus, Chapter 6 Options

[Taillus]

* I am sorry if I am moving way too quickly for everyone I am trying to give time to let people read it so in an attempt to make it so much easier on everyone I am hereby limiting myself to only one addition a day I know it will be hard considering now chapter 7 is also ready but I don't want to discourage anyone from reading my story So without further ramblings, here is the beginning of chapter 6! *


Chapter 6 - The Killer Within.

Taillus makes his way to the topside level of the Arena and looks for a seat. He decides to sit close to the arena itself so that he can see all of the details. He was looking forward to seeing what caliber of fighters were entered into the competition and could find himself at an advantage if he could figure out the winner’s fighting styles.

He watched as the spectators began to get antsy at the annunciation of the fighter’s names. From what Taillus could tell, the fighter named Artus was a fan favorite. He watched as the two men walked through opened doors and stand at opposite ends of the arena. The crowd goes eerily silent as both men have three minutes to emotionally prepare themselves.

The one known as Artus stands wearing a full suit of steel armor with a large battle axe and a sturdy steel shield. Artus had taken the liberty to etch a notch into the shield seemingly having one for each man he killed in battle. Taillus quickly counted coming up with an impressive number of twenty three.

The other fighter was a very solidly built Orc. His name was quite hard to announce so Taillus eventually gave up trying to repeat it. Nevertheless, the orc had only a pair of rusted iron greaves and an equally tarnished pair of iron boots. His upper body was completely void of armor and he had a single halberd in his hands.

A man stood at the top of a podium with a large bug shell at his mouth, the way it was shaped allowed his voice to be amplified so that the entire arena could hear him speak, after stating each combatant’s wins versus losses, he raises his hand and signals for both men to begin fighting.

The Orc belts out a bone shaking battle cry as both men charge headlong in each other’s direction. The fighter known as Artus quickly finds himself equipped wrongly for the fight when He ducks behind his shield only to feel the halberd scrape away a piece of the steel armor on his back. The Orc was far too tall for the shield to offer the protection it should have provided.

Artus quickly rolls to the side, abandoning his shield and swings desperately at the abdomen of the large Orc. The orc simply strafes to the side and pierces the fighter’s leg with the superior reach of his halberd.

The man shrieks in pain as he looks to see blood drip from underneath his grieves. The Orc being surprisingly nimble for his size, quickly removes the halberd from Artus’s leg and spins it before him, allowing the blade to catch the fighter in the helm. Artus falls to the dirt covered floor of the arena.

The Orc steps back, giving Artus a chance to get to his feet while laughing a deep, belly laugh and yelling obscenities at the downed fighter.

Artus shakily gets to his feet obviously favoring the leg that had been recently skewered by the Orc’s halberd. He motions for the Orc to continue and he readies his axe. The Orc charges once again but it shocked to see Artus throw his Axe with all of his might. It sails over the shoulder of the Orc, who smiles at his good fortune.

What he fails to notice is that the Axe is on a chain that Artus quickly grabs tightly and spins on his heels before hauling it back to him. The chain loses its slack and reverses direction in mid air. The Orc’s smile fades as he looks over his shoulder just in time to see the axe bury itself deeply in the side of his neck. Artus gives one last pull, bringing the ill fated orc to the ground at his feet.

The crowd cheers loudly and Taillus himself couldn’t help but stand and applaud the quick and clever thinking of Artus. He was going to have to have some tricks up his sleeve in order to remain among the living he thinks to himself before getting to his feet and heading downstairs once again.

[Taillus]

Yup! that is where I stumbled upon the idea of the chained axe. I haven't played that game in a while but it has always been a favorite of mine. The game and the weapon both.

Taillus decides to suit up completely considering that he was going to be squaring off in the last battle of the night. He wonders what he could use to his advantage if things got too messy. He sheathes his long blade to his side as well as keeping his mace at hand. He double checks his armor to make sure that it was all attached correctly and waits for his name to be called.

He can hear above him, the next battle as the crowd cheers signifying that something astonishing had happened. He can hear the metal on metal clashing between the two men and Taillus begins to worry about his fate. He was going to be squaring off against a professional fighter who has survived fighting other professional fighters. Taillus can picture in his head standing toe to toe with a bloodthirsty orc with a big club that he uses to pound repeatedly against Taillus’ head.

Taillus curses Molag Bal for making him do this and wishes he could be on that forsaken boat to who knows where. He began to wonder what things would be like if he went into hiding in the ashlands somewhere. Anything would be better then his fate here.

One of the Arena directors walks over to the now nervous Taillus and pats him on the shoulder. He smiles as he checks his list looking to see his ranking.

“This is your first fight isn’t it friend? I have one piece of advise for you. If you manage to slay your opponent tonight, all of his equipment is yours for the taking. You can use it or sell it but either way, this is one of the most important pieces of information you can have.” The director says as he checks off Taillus’s name.

Taillus nods and steps over to the doors that will eventually open, revealing his opponent. He can feel his heart pound against his ribs and his legs get weak, barely able to hold him up. He can hear the crowd shouting and yelling as the announcer begins to give the names. He closes his eyes when he hears the other fighter’s records. Twelve kills, no losses. Taillus grips the Mace of Molag Bal as the door quickly swings open.

Standing before him was a fighter in Redoran House Bonemold Armor. He had a sword that was swirling with an enchantment and a short sword that was sheathed at his side. Taillus begain to breathe heavily as hatred fills him. He practically growls as he stares at the fighter. His name was Crippler but that was obviously a nickname.

Taillus swears to himself that even if it was the last thing he would do, he would peel that helmet off and figure out who was inside. But right now it looked like Jiub so he was going to treat him like Jiub.

The announcer lifted his hand and signaled for the battle to start and Taillus blasted off. He ran at full speed at the Redoran armored foe. Crippler charged at Taillus as well but with the sudden drive to spill this fighter’s blood all over the arena, Taillus was much quicker.