(YBA) Drax in Wicht's Lair

[Dalamar]

"I see you have a fighting ring here. Are the fighters any good?"
As he speaks, Drax moves closer to the ring to see how the fight goes.

 

[Wicht]

"You want to fight?" asks Drax's guide as Drax edges closer.

Even as Drax watches, the fight ends when one of the fighters grasps the head of the other and smashes the other man's face against his knee. Some of the onlookers cheer and others groan. The felled fighter does not get back up.

"Wait here," says Drax's companion.

In a minute he returns with a thin man with a weasel face.

"You want to fight?" asks the thin man.

 

[Dalamar]

"It depends. Are there any rules I need to adhere to?"

 

[Wicht]

"You are not allowed to kill the spectators," says the man with a grin.

 

[Dalamar]

"As long as I can smack a few of them every now and then, I'll be satisfied."
Drax grins back.
"Where do I sign in?"

 

[Wicht]

"Nothing so formal. Whats your name? If you do well here we have arrangements with the arena."

The man leads Drax over towards the ring.

 

[Dalamar]

"Drax is what those I haven't beaten up call me."

 

[Wicht]

"Well Drax, step into the ring and show us what you got."

The winner of the last fight is still in there, toying with his daggers. He smiles wickedly at Drax.

 

[Dalamar]

Drax steps to the ring and draws his swords.
"I'm going to love smashing that smirk of yours down your throat."

 

[Wicht]

As soon as Drax steps into the arena the man is at him.

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Gergo the Knife
CR: 6
Hits: 6
Possessions: Masterwork Daggers (+2)
Powers: Master of the Dagger
Fist of fury (x2)
Dirty Trick, Shove

Gergo attacks: The panther dances through the bluff; quells the edge of the tides!