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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 806649" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 038“How the Mighty Fall”The noise is deafening…even when sober.&nbsp; He could hear it from his cell.&nbsp; The chanting and yelling.&nbsp; He saw some of the fights the prior night before being drugged.&nbsp; He was sure he was drugged.&nbsp; The alcohol was potent but he had a gut feeling that there was more too it than that.&nbsp; Either way, he was in a no winning situation currently.An hour or so later, a large Mul in armor came for him.&nbsp; His obsidian teeth were just as black as his eyes.&nbsp; No matter how many times he sees a Mul it still intimidates him.&nbsp; Muls are solid muscle.&nbsp; Often it is impossible to tell a male from a female without being in the nude.&nbsp; Their tempers were legendary.&nbsp; This one was no different.&nbsp; He enjoyed his job.With some pain and discomfort, the young man was led to the arena.&nbsp; The crimson sands were already wet with blood from the prior matches.&nbsp; The match before involved an elf.&nbsp; Swords were drawn as the weapon of use.&nbsp; His opponent never knew what happened.&nbsp; Mania noticed a strange tattoo o0n his arm.&nbsp; A tembo on a leash.&nbsp; How absurd he thought to himself.The crowd was made up of mostly humans.&nbsp; A few dwarves and ½ breeds were mixed in.&nbsp; The cage was 30x30ft square and rose 50ft up allowing many tiers of spectators to watch and bet.&nbsp; Sometimes it seemed everything was based on greed.&nbsp; Part of Mania was repulsed by the entire scene.&nbsp; A more primal part of him wanted more.&nbsp; “Nerves.&nbsp; It has to be nerves,” thought Mania.&nbsp; He continued to search the blending faces of people.&nbsp; Word had gotten out about the match.&nbsp; Many House of Shom people were on their level.&nbsp; Mania couldn’t see Dogg or any other member of the House of Blewes.&nbsp; Though it didn’t surprise him, he had still hoped for their support.He was stripped of his leather armor before.&nbsp; The man he was too face arrived without armor.&nbsp; He was a big man.&nbsp; The man stared hard at Mania trying to intimidate him.&nbsp; Deep down it worked but Mania wouldn’t give in this.&nbsp; It was up to him to escape…to survive.&nbsp; The weapons were chosen the traditional way.&nbsp; A winning viewer drew a card.&nbsp; Clubs were drawn.&nbsp; Several boos went up, as this was a place of popular betting even before the match.&nbsp; The rules were given out to each fighter.&nbsp; No psionics or magic but anything else goes.&nbsp; There were no rules in the match.&nbsp; Magic and Psionics were commonly used but had to be done in secret.Mania was led to one corner and Jublak to the other.&nbsp; A psion powered up and created the sound of a bell.&nbsp; The match was on!Mania rushed the warrior throwing caution to the wind.&nbsp; He wanted to end this quickly.&nbsp; He over steps while charging and strikes the caged wall instead.&nbsp; Jublak strikes in the back- hard!&nbsp; Mania kicks off the wall and strikes the warrior very hard but leaves himself open.&nbsp; Jublak strikes Mania on his head.&nbsp; Blood bursts from his now broken nose.&nbsp; His eye swells up quickly.&nbsp; Mania strikes with all of his strength sending the man hard into the wall.“Wha…?!?” Mania sees a Shom agent touch Jublak’s bare shoulder. A brief spark of yellow courses from his fingers onto the downed warrior.&nbsp; Suddenly the warrior looks up quickly and smiles wiping away his blood.&nbsp; “Well done little man.&nbsp; Let’s try that again”“Before Mania can say anything Jublak is on his feet and strikes Mania again on the head.&nbsp; Mania swings wildly while cursing.&nbsp; His eye has closed up and Shom is cheating.&nbsp; He thinks of calling up his inborn powers but holds back.&nbsp; “I can do this…without cheating” he thinks to himself.&nbsp; Both men swing low striking their legs.&nbsp; Both men are wobbly.&nbsp; Mania knows this is it.&nbsp; If he passes out now the guy will pummel him into a pulp…dead pulp.&nbsp; Calling up something primal inside of him he roars and screams and strikes the man.&nbsp; The strike KOs him but the effort has KOed Mania also.&nbsp; “A draw!” is screamed by all.Somewhere in the higher levels, Giovvo Shom smiles.&nbsp; “My toy is broken but still useful.”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 806649, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 038 “How the Mighty Fall” The noise is deafening…even when sober. He could hear it from his cell. The chanting and yelling. He saw some of the fights the prior night before being drugged. He was sure he was drugged. The alcohol was potent but he had a gut feeling that there was more too it than that. Either way, he was in a no winning situation currently. An hour or so later, a large Mul in armor came for him. His obsidian teeth were just as black as his eyes. No matter how many times he sees a Mul it still intimidates him. Muls are solid muscle. Often it is impossible to tell a male from a female without being in the nude. Their tempers were legendary. This one was no different. He enjoyed his job. With some pain and discomfort, the young man was led to the arena. The crimson sands were already wet with blood from the prior matches. The match before involved an elf. Swords were drawn as the weapon of use. His opponent never knew what happened. Mania noticed a strange tattoo o0n his arm. A tembo on a leash. How absurd he thought to himself. The crowd was made up of mostly humans. A few dwarves and ½ breeds were mixed in. The cage was 30x30ft square and rose 50ft up allowing many tiers of spectators to watch and bet. Sometimes it seemed everything was based on greed. Part of Mania was repulsed by the entire scene. A more primal part of him wanted more. “Nerves. It has to be nerves,” thought Mania. He continued to search the blending faces of people. Word had gotten out about the match. Many House of Shom people were on their level. Mania couldn’t see Dogg or any other member of the House of Blewes. Though it didn’t surprise him, he had still hoped for their support. He was stripped of his leather armor before. The man he was too face arrived without armor. He was a big man. The man stared hard at Mania trying to intimidate him. Deep down it worked but Mania wouldn’t give in this. It was up to him to escape…to survive. The weapons were chosen the traditional way. A winning viewer drew a card. Clubs were drawn. Several boos went up, as this was a place of popular betting even before the match. The rules were given out to each fighter. No psionics or magic but anything else goes. There were no rules in the match. Magic and Psionics were commonly used but had to be done in secret. Mania was led to one corner and Jublak to the other. A psion powered up and created the sound of a bell. The match was on! Mania rushed the warrior throwing caution to the wind. He wanted to end this quickly. He over steps while charging and strikes the caged wall instead. Jublak strikes in the back- hard! Mania kicks off the wall and strikes the warrior very hard but leaves himself open. Jublak strikes Mania on his head. Blood bursts from his now broken nose. His eye swells up quickly. Mania strikes with all of his strength sending the man hard into the wall. “Wha…?!?” Mania sees a Shom agent touch Jublak’s bare shoulder. A brief spark of yellow courses from his fingers onto the downed warrior. Suddenly the warrior looks up quickly and smiles wiping away his blood. “Well done little man. Let’s try that again” “Before Mania can say anything Jublak is on his feet and strikes Mania again on the head. Mania swings wildly while cursing. His eye has closed up and Shom is cheating. He thinks of calling up his inborn powers but holds back. “I can do this…without cheating” he thinks to himself. Both men swing low striking their legs. Both men are wobbly. Mania knows this is it. If he passes out now the guy will pummel him into a pulp…dead pulp. Calling up something primal inside of him he roars and screams and strikes the man. The strike KOs him but the effort has KOed Mania also. “A draw!” is screamed by all. Somewhere in the higher levels, Giovvo Shom smiles. “My toy is broken but still useful.” [/QUOTE]

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