Natalya followed behind him, but never too close after the last... episode. She had not trouble keeping up with him, having her Eldar agility to thank for that.
A25 Jalp was angry with himself, he had not really been himself at the moment, and had just kinda flashed out whiel the other ogryn had beat him up. Luckily he hadent taken much of a beating since he hadent really fought, he wantet to try again, then he would hit them with his gun, it was against the rule to shoot, but he could still hit them with it.
Having been momentarily distracted by a VERY, shiny gun in a shop window, Deff'ead soon realized where the others had gone and went to sign up himself. When the clerk there asked him to sign, the ork was puzzled for a moment but quickly had got the idea. The clerk was then greeted by a sketch on the form instead of a signature, it depicted a head being splattered by a warhammer. The human sighed and waved the ork past after asking his name instead. Because he was late, they ushered the greenskin through to his duel against a human pitfighter. He was a grizzled veteran, face covered with hideous scars and stitches all over his body. The only place where these couldn't be seen was his right arm, instead it was a steel contraption ending in a buzzsaw, though it was also quite worn from use it seemed. The human approached Deff'ead with his left hand outstretched, a clear invitation to strike it. But the ork's eyes were fixed on the metal arm, they left only to look at his own shock maul... Walking up to just out of the pitfighter's distance, the ork gave an experimental swipe at the left hand. The hand was withdrawn in an instant and the right arms buzzsaw swept mere inches away from the greenskin's face into a guard in front of the humans scarred head. Normally this would have been perfect as the average opponent wouldn't be able to damage the bionic arm to much before being ripped apart by the saw, unfortunately, today he had an ork with a shock maul and warhammer as an opponent instead. Deff'ead used the moment to it's fullest and smashed his shock maul down onto his enemy's metallic arm, electricity arced from weapon to arm to the motor where the wrist should have been. Thentak's face changed to one of horror as the buzzsaw spun to a halt. With an evil grin Deff'ead brought his warhammer into the pitfighter's stomach before finally giving a headbutt as the coup de grace. Quickly the referee and medicus intervened to prevent the ork from killing his opponent, the medicus especially giving Deff'ead a dirty look. As he left the ork noticed that the sparkly bitz on his shock maul had stopped working, a real shame. GM NOTE: A win, if acceptable, downgrade of my shock maul to warhammer.
A26 Simonias covered the rear as the unit advanced, he had his autogun skywards in front of his mouth in his hand. The velvet silk on the handle felt soft against his skin, he licked his gun with his long black tongue. He could feel a tingling sensation in his head as his skin prickled.
A25 GM NOTE: 1-2 wounds as you decide, Mulch won. The crowd was getting quite the show now as the brutish Greenskin hunted amongst the swamp land for a daring shadow amongst the leaves. Mulch's armor was holding up well, those blows that weren't caught by his armor struck flesh tougher than dried leather while his own blows were too sluggish to effectively strike the man having only managed a back hand at the most before his foe retreated into the reeds or up another tree. Stomping along through the water the human struck again, descending from above to try and clobber him in the face with both blade pommels. One eye was forced shut by the impact as one connected squarely with his face but Mulch was not amused one bit by the sneaky git and clocked him solidly in his stomach. It felt like bull-grox had just rammed head first into Sresh's stomach immediately throwing him back but at the least giving him distance to retreat again, clambering up one a tree just in time for his xenos quarry to collide shoulder first with the limb. "NOT DIS TIME YA GIT!" Mulch jumped up and grasped his leg, hauling him down to slam back first against the ground. Trying to cry out in pain he found a boot against his throat constricting him of air. Grinning down at his pinned foe Mulch proceeded to toss away his puny choppas, letting them get lost amongst the arenas mud; the handlers could deal with retrieving them. "Sayz it... 'Yooz win Mulch, sayz it! " Pressing his foot down tighter on Sresh he grinned at the frantic clawing against his flak guards. "Iz not 'earin it! Yooz wanna foight? Iz got plenty O krumpin left in me! SAYZ IT OR GET KRUMPED! " The man's eyes rolled into the back of his head and Mulch pulled his boot back to let him get some air, wouldn't be any winnings if he choked him to death. Mulch threw up a fist in triumph to a few cheers and many more jeers courtesy of the crowd. "DAZ RIGHT! WHOZ YA WINNAH? " A faint whisper replied. "Me." Sresh was up his feint having worked perfectly on the moronic oaf, a blade was tugged from the water before being drove deep into Mulch's back causing a howl of pain to erupt alongside the crowds cheers. Sresh grinned like a mad man, the rush of victory! Pride surged through him as he watched the Ork....not collapse too heavily wounded to continue....in fact he looked down right -pissed-. A second fist rose with mulch's first before they came around as one, smashing his face with such force as to send him into the same tree he had tried to flee up earlier. His last sight before unconsciousness claimed him was of Mulch looming over him preparing to do what he did best.... Mulch awoke after another dose of heavy tranquilizer in the waiting room, his boots were bloodied and he picked up from another one of the contestants that he had managed to crush both the mans arms before being knocked out. "Did I win? " A nod came back. "Well alroight den! ROUND....NEXT ROUND LETZ DO IT!"
A25 Round 2 [OOC: Wall of text inc. Sorry for that one.] Resh entered the arena, her weapon on her back. Jalp's loss had disgruntled her some; he was such a good fighter, why did he get pummeled like that? Her opponent, at the other side of the arena, was already waiting for her. He was a giant of a man, tall, broad-shouldered and with a stern look on his face. In his left he held a large mace, in his right a refurbished riot shield, large enough to cover a man fully but to him merely a light barricade. Resh's mind raced, trying to find a quick and easy nonlethal solution. Nonlethal. That was the problem. The Dark Eldar knew many ways to kill a man, but few to... subdue him. That last one was simply stupid, and she picked the move up from a few quarreling human children she had watched. But now... now, she reckoned, it wouldn't be possible. Too heavy, too big, too hard. The rook moved closer, his shield in front of him, exposing the muscles of his shoulders and his neck, and his legs from the knees down, but covering most of the easier organs. "Toxins", Resh mumbled. In an effort to ready herself, she drew her gun-blade. Why oh why did this tourney have to be nonlethal? Why? The Dark Eldar drew closer, and closer, until the rook charged forward with a sudden burst of speed. Resh sighed disappointedly, and reflexively stepped to the right -- wait --- the man was left-handed... When she finished that train of thought, a more physical train hit her. She had stepped right into the mace's hilt, and made a beginner's mistake! Surely she would've complained about that for a longer time, but just in that moment she felt her ribplates being nudged aside as the hilt found its way into a small gap between them. A squeal accompanied the unexpected pain, but was cut short by its friends, nausea and desorientation while Resh was hurled across the arena. That must be Cegorach's retribution for my handling of the girl back then... And with a perfect flourish, she landed - at least in her mind. Reality looked more like a ragdoll hitting the ground, trying to roll, but wincing and freezing in the middle before slowly climbing back to her feet. When she did manage to make it back into a standing position, she was still slightly hunched over, hand at her side, inspecting the impact area... it hurt to put the finger onto the wound, and to push it into the bruised flesh, but it was so intense it was exquisite at the same time. To her horror, she could definitely feel a hole there - he had pushed two of her ribplates apart from each other. An injury she had feared since childhood. The man twirled his mace. "Xeno abomination. Give up before you suffer more grievous wounds." He stopped moving, but was so close to her it would not take him much to just bash her skull in. She shook her head. "No. I shall not..." Clenching teeth and fists, she rose to full statue and let a deep breath escape her lips. Almost a whisper, she repeated. "I shall not." [GM Note: Lost 2 Wounds, unless you would say otherwise.]
A26 The back door was open. A foolish move from the guards. The group quickly scuttled inside, in to the kitchen. Inside the chef was busily cooking up some concoction or other, whilst humming and blissfully unaware of the team's arrival. Voices could be heard from the next room, at least three people chatting away. OOC: I'd rather leave as is, you already had a war hammer. OOC: Sorry Grall, but I couldn't hold the others up to wait for you any longer. Round one payments made. Google, Deran, Midas, Sun and Alldoom all received 100 exp and 200 credits. Grall received 50 exp and 100 credits. Now awaiting the second round results (some of you could do with healing, also) and then I'll post round three, which will have PvP matches. Round Two Deran Vs Sresh Midas Vs Jamen Google Vs Vlert [human, female, uses one handed sword] Sunblitz Vs Alrak [human, male, uses large club] Alldoom Vs Dloren [human, male, uses two war hammers] [Two damage to Midas, and two to Deran]
OOC sorry, writing this on my tablet, so I apologize for any spelling errors A26 Nodding to the Harlequin to move and guard the door to the next room, the Dark Eldar crept closer to the unsuspecting chef. On his way towards him, he took a filleting knife from the kitchen table. The human was in the middle of his work, making one of his specialities as he felt alien hands grabbing him. One hand was placed on his mouth, preventing him from making a sound and he almost pissed himself as he felt a cold steel right below his Adam's apple. Next words he heard were filled with unhidden arrogance. "Listen to me very closely," Razauil spoke in hushed tones, "Do as I say and you will walk out of here alive. Tell me where your Lord is at this moment?" Making sure the chef understood the question, Razauil continued. "I'm going to remove my hand now and let you speak. If I see a single sign of treachery, I will ram this knife in your throat before you usher one syllable." The Dark Eldar slowly removed his hand, ready to make his threat come true if the situation deemed necessary.
A26 Natalya slid past Razauil, pistol in hand should she need it. She took cover near the door, as a precaution.
