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]

Thanks for all the support that has been given over the past couple of months. This has been so much fun telling the story of Taillus. It has quickly made Fanfics a hobby of mine and even after my short work is done I will be stepping into Oblivion to tell the story of Xander.

Here is the next update folks, Hope you love it!

Taillus jumped into the air planting a well placed armored boot at the fighter’s collar bone making him stagger backwards. The crowd roars as Taillus lands on his feet and swings the mace hard. It collides with the fighter sending him backwards once again as the ever familiar red energy courses through him.

Taillus yells out loud as his opponent regains his composure. Taillus takes another swing that causes his mace to ricochet off of the fighter’s helm knocking him to his knees. Taillus kicks the downed opponent in the rib cage over and over, each time sending him into the air from the added strength of the mace.

Taillus steps back and swings the mace once more, letting it land squarely on the fighter’s back, cracking his armor in two. The crowd gasps as the bonemold armored warrior still shakily gets to his feet.

Taillus gasps as the fighter stabs his enchanted sword at him. He can feel it wedge into his armor and drops to his knees as the sting of lightning and fire followed by ice paralyze him with pain. He grits his teeth as the fighter gets to his feet. Taillus quickly raises his hand to block the swing of the enemy sword, sighing with relief as it slides up the length of his gauntlet and into the air.

Taillus rolls to avoid the downward counter from the fighter and smirks as the enchanted blade strikes the ground emitting the same three colored burst he remembered.

“Revenge is such a great pleasure Jiub, and I am about to get mine!” Taillus yells as he swings his mace in a downward arc at the fighter’s head with one hand. He grins as his opponent quickly and instinctively brings his blade up to block and places his other hand on the flat of the elemental blade for reinforcement. Taillus reaches to his side with god-like speed and releases his long sword.

As his opponent was struggling to keep Taillus’ one hand at bay due to the difference in strength the mace adds, Taillus ends the battle by letting his blade slide deep into the small space where his foe’s helmet meets his chest piece. Taillus watches as the fighter drops to the ground and he removes his sword from his neck before kneeling down to remove the helm.

“Your first kill my boy. I knew you had it in you, and my mace proved quite useful as well. This is a great step Taillus. Keep killing and soon you will be ready for my bidding.” Molag whispers as Taillus focuses on getting the helmet off.

As the bug shell helmet of the House Redoran slides off the fighter’s head, Taillus is shocked to see the face of a young dark elf with red hair. Not jiub at all. Taillus begins removing the armor so that he could either use it or generate a profit from it but is saddened in the fact that he hadn’t killed Jiub. He could have sworn that it was Jiub. Everything fit perfectly.

Taillus shakes his head as he gathers his spoils of battle. The crowd waits silently for some indication of the battle being over. Taillus feels as though he should perform some crowd pleasing act of celebration so he holds the bloody helm of his young foe in the air and shouts.

“Who’s life will I end next? Is this the best Morrowind Has to offer!?” He yells as he points the helm at the crowd. The spectators explode with excitement and they get to their feet. The announcer picks up his shell horn and stands on his platform.

“It seems our outlander is trying to break records here my friends. Never have I seen a newcomer with such skill!” The announcer shouts as the crowd still hollers and screams. Taillus heads to the opened door from which he came and heads to the lower levels.