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The Killing Games {Open RP}
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Behelich
Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"I'm afraid I don't understand," Alexander said slowly. "Did I miss a scratch or something?" he added, running his fingers over his neck in search for blood and finding none.
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Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
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Ahanu Whitehorn, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: Menethil Harbor
|
Southern Barrens
"You're what?" Alexander asked, seconds before it clicked.
"Look, don't-" he began, but was cut off by a waiter approaching. All too happy to change the subject, he said somewhat commandingly, "You need to have a good meal like no one around, mark my words."
"I'm needing a sparring partner," Ahanu announced, entering the barracks. "Anyone? Maybe, you?" he said, pointing at a goblin who was lying in a hammock, toying with two curved daggers.
"Pick on someone your own size!" another green-skinned tried to interject, but the dagger-wielder already jumped on the floor.
"Think you're so tough, eh?" he hissed, his ears twitching slightly.
"Yeah, way to go, Gryzzlik!" cheered from behind. Ahanu shot them a dark look and nodded at Gryzzlik, "Let's go."
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Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
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Ahanu Whitehorn, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: Menethil Harbor
|
Southern Barrens
Alexander remained silent, burying into the food that was laid in front of him. He had no idea what to say, and somewhy felt that whatever he managed would not help.
The two proceeded to a large sand-covered circular arena.
"On the count of three," Ahanu told the goblin.
"One."
The few spectators that gathered tensed.
"Two."
A smoke bomb covered the arena from sight, and by the time the clouds dissipated Gryzzlik was half-hanging half-standing behind the tauren, choking his with a garrote. Ahanu coughed and swinged his giant axe in an arc, as if ready to nail the goblin to his own back. Cursing, the rogue had to jump away.
The axe stopped an inch away from the tauren.
"My turn."
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Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
|
Ahanu Whitehorn, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: Menethil Harbor
|
Southern Barrens
A clenched fist came down on the table, causing the cutlery to clang dangerously. Alexander stared at his own hand, shuddering.
"Damn... Damned be the curse, damned be the game..." he muttered helplessly, a vein pulsing on his forehead.
Without a sound, Ahanu charged at the goblin. The latter stood there, smirking at such a straight-forward approach. When several yards divided them, Ahanu leaped into the air suddenly, landing heavily and raising a concussion wave. Gryzzlik began to fall and he didn't even hit the ground when the tauren was charging again.
The axe came down, but the rogue was not there. Displaying quite a skill in acrobatics he jumped seconds before being cleaved, and now landed elegantly on the weapon's hilt, breaking into a run upwards immediately.
Ahanu let the axe go and grabbed his rival's wrists just in time to stop the twin daggers from mutilating him. The goblin spit into the tauren's face and kicked at it, causing the grasp to open, then made a backflip away.
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Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
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Ahanu Whitehorn, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: Menethil Harbor
|
Southern Barrens
"Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough?" Alexander asked dully, slowly raising the hand and turning it around, as if seeing it for the first time.
Gryzzlik smirked once again and took out a bolas. With a yell, he spinned it above himself before hurling it at the tauren. The latter had already tore the axe from the ground and, holding it with one hand, caught the bolas with another.
The weights let out a cloud of noxious gas, causing Ahanu to cough violently, drop his weapon and fall down on one knee. Without hesitating, the rogue sprinted to the sunwalker and took a position behind him, bringing a dagger to his throat.
"You're dead," he hissed triumphantly. Ahanu smiled, brought his arm upwards, grabbed Gryzzlik by the scruff and slammed the goblin onto the ground in front of him.
"Your physical capability does
not
hinder you. Why don't you fight honorably?" the sunwalker demanded.
"I fight for the victory, and for safety of my homeland - my personal honor does not matter," the goblin replied. Ahanu stood quietly, then nodded.
"It has been a
good
fight, Gryzzlik. Thank you," he said, standing up, picking up his weapon once again and walking away wordlessly.
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Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
|
Ahanu Whitehorn, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: Menethil Harbor
|
Southern Barrens
"Sometimes..."
The druid pushed the plate away from him and placed the money for the breakfast on the table.
"Just fine is not enough. Meeting you two outside," he said, staring directly in front of him. Without another word, he left the inn.
"What the..."
Ahanu stared at Dansha before grabbing her with one arm and covering her mouth with another.
"What are you
thinking
about? If anyone else finds you, you're
dead
," he hissed, walking away.
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Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
|
Ahanu Whitehorn
Location
: Menethil Harbor
|
Southern Barrens
Alexander stood several steps away from the inn, the only body part moving being his arm, bringing a cigarette away from his mouth and back again. His eyes were half-closed, and his long black hair was flapping in the wind, sometimes getting into his eyes.
Several minutes later Ahanu entered a room that had two interesting features - a window large enough for a dwarf to get through and a door with a smaller window through which all of the corridor could be seen.
Closing the door behind him, Ahanu let Dansha go and buried his face in his palms.
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