Round 1 Fight
Mann Jackson (XeroSnake)
Nathaniel Evans (Random NPC - Golgotha)
Tribal short sword
Bracers and Greaves
Right, sorry I'm late. - NPC name: Brutus the Golem (raider)
Raider blade x1 - cut and tampered in the burning forges under the pit, this blade is slightly shorter than usual, equivalent perhaps to the old Gladius blade.
Arm armour x1 - Covering his sword arm (left arm) allowing him to make brute attacks with the knowledge that he will be protected.
Helmet x1 - Helmet scavenged from raider camp, fire proof and charred but also covered in small holes aerating it and allowing for more flexibility in manoeuvres.
Since I'm late (totally forgot about this) I'll begin, common courtesy I guess.
The Golem looked into the eyes of the crowd, psyching them out. He had been captured from a far land North of here where it snowed more than it was sunny, raider on raider warfare. His manic eyes clearly visible through his helm pierced deep into the front row, he worked his way up the stands, every man women and child quiet or whispering.
"Who is this man?"
"What is [B]he[B/] doing here?"
"Daddy, I'm scared!"
Brutus grabbed some sand and worked it over his body, feeling the brazen glass and shards of broken men pierce his scarred skin, he worked up his ferocity and turned to the crowd with a thick undying hatred.
"I am Brutus of the rich Canadian front, parents of Anchorage, I am the demon in your minds, you cannot push me out, I am the monolith, the hulking darkness, made manifest in 7' of death, I am here to make ends meat of Mann Jackson!"
Silence, complete silence, besides the birds that circled over head.
"Do you see how death hovers over this place look up at the birds, these are carrion birds, ready to pick at the remains of the dead, they know I will win because they could not finish me!" He laughed and laid his sword down before kneeling and praying to the sun.
This is when Jackson entered.
Brutus immediately stopped praying and looked up at the chamber ahead of him, expecting something magnificent and terrible.
"An old man! You give me an old man to satisfy my blood lust? This is an insult!" He laughed menacingly.
The man was slightly muscular but his thin frame denied this.
The Golem stood on his full 7' and made his way forward, crushing bones and glass under foot, the old man shook but smiled. Brutus pounced. The man fell onto all fours and leapt into a dive that landed him four feet off the clumsy leap Brutus made. The man sprinted up to the monolith but he had rolled onto his back and, as Mann made an attempt to make a cleaving strike, Golem parried and with some effort, threw the man back.
Now he would play offence, both men stood, already sweating. The sun beat down on there backs and their armour shimmered. The man was already covered in weapons, resourceful but stupid, his primary choice of weapon was apparently the short sword for he still brandished it now. He allowed the man to circle and eye him over, he brandished his slab like muscles and his juggernaut arms. The man leapt and, in one movement, the Golem swung and hacked the man's shoulder spurting blood and narrowly missing his tendons.
Mann clutched at the wound and howled. Golem laughed demoniacally and made forward for a pre-emptive finisher. Mistake, as soon as he came within ten feet, Jackson grabbed his machete and swung it at Brutus, the blade released and struck the beast in his chest, a cleft quickly added to his scars of battle and he fell like a jungle tree. Jackson saw this as a chance and leapt on top of the man, hacking with his sword at the pit masters back. Golem rolled over, crushing the man before he groped at his head and pushed the man into the dirt. Blood poured from his wounds and he realised he would have to be quick, he clubbed the man with his arm armour, his thin frame taking every hit. His sword revealed raised high and drove deep into the man's back pinning him into the floor. No remorse. Jackson went in and out of consciousness and, while he was still alive. Golem drew back, stepped to the right and, in a curved motion, kicked the man's head, ripping the spinal cortex and, knocking the battered thing into the front row of the crowd.
But the ringing in the Sentinels head mixed with the blood loss was having it's toll, the sun snarled upon him,
"dishonourable tribal, my son what have you done today?" He hear it's burning voice penetrate his conscience.
And then black.
(Since I was a NPC, I will leave it up to the judges if I win and if I do, whether or not that paragraph killed Golem.)
Mann held a short sword in one hand and a club in the other. He appeared confident, but inside, nervous. What beast lay beyond that door? His life was at stake. He had to at least try, as he would rather stay alive in a cage than die a violent death. He decided to finally walk.....
The sun blistered his feeble skin witch had not seen light for so long. But, in a visual sense, he had a large advantage - the sun's rays shot towards his enemy. He was a giant.
An old man?! You give me an old man to satisfy my blood lust? This is an insult!" He howled a nerve wracking laugh.
"Your huge! Kind of like a super mutant..... I love killing super mutants....." He blurted out. What an idiot he thought himself to be- he was just pissing him off. He held his weapons up to signify that he was ready to fight, or to get a good blow on an unsuspecting enemy. That is what he got.
Brutus ran towards Mann with his blade, screaming with the old battle cry of his group. Well, that is what Mann thought. Brutus took a powerful swing, but Mann shifted out of the range of his attempted blow, and Mann was able to get a swing on Brutus's head with his sword- and it hit. Brutus's head held Jackson's sword. Mann looked toward the crowd, thinking the huge bastard was dead.
Finally. I got through this unscathed, so the rest of this shouldn't be too hard. Right?
Brutus picked himself up off of the glass ridden floor. His face was the definition of anger, but he showed no pain. Brutus came up to Mann as quite as he possibly could. With his huge hands, Brutus picked Jackson's smaller body up, and tossed him to the ground.
"You little fucker!" Brutus screamed, as Mann hit the ground. The blow knocked the wind right out of him. Only in the shot of adrenaline that overcame his veins did he roll to safety. He was lucky. Brutus planned to stomp him to death. Mann tried to pull out his machete, since the drop misplaced his club. Mann was able to pull out his weapon, and Brutus was able to kick him while he did it. Mann hit the wall of the arena hard, blasting him against the concrete of the walls. Barely conscience, he stood up with his machete in hand, almost whispering, "C'mere, asshole."
Like before, Brutus charged with all his might. Mann jumped out of the way just in time, the giant Brutus slammed his mammoth of a head into the walls of concrete. The giant stood up, then, fell on his back. Mann took the machete in his small, weak hand, and stabbed through Brutus's thick neck. To him, it was a real life story of David and Goliath. The crowed stood in complete awe. Mann looked around at them, and stumbled into the door he entered. It was over.
You both did a decent job, but both seemed very rushed. You could both have done better (Golgotha, your own fight with Iris was better than this one). However, Xero, overall, your post was better. A little more personal. Kick it up a gear for the next round though.