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    [Open SRP] Blood and Sport!

    Welcome one and all to the latest in the bloody spectacles of our most enduring arena!

    Ever had the urge to slaughter tons of creatures for fun? Or to show off your most impressive skills with a blade, arrow or magic? But sadly you have found yourself lacking an audience? Well have we got the ticket for you!

    Starting today, Short John Mithril and his crew will be holding a contest of strength, skill and cunning! As they have been lacking a real good show so they are paying you to put one on! Set before a panel of judges each contestant will face the dreaded Naga! The Naga will be fighting to gain their freedom and as such involves attempting to kill you! Your reward of course will be substantial and based upon your performance. Any old fighter can kill a creature but it takes a warrior to do it in style!

    We regret to inform you that any and all fighting taking place within the arena is done so at the competitor’s own risk.

    Judges:
    Richard Fieldwright
    Voxxan
    Grandmaster Archilios Lightspire

    So come on down to the Arena! Participate or just come to watch (10gold entry charge)! Vendors and shops will be plentiful and holding special deals. And of course the beer and rum will be flowing like the seas around us!

    Alliance and Horde welcome alike! Bruisers will be patrolling, so please if you want to fight just sign up!

    Short John sat atop his newest most comfortable chair right in the center of the stands. The best possible viewing seat in the place. Already his men had finished preparing the Naga and sending out the fliers. He expected this to be quiet the bloodbath. And after all it was about time he got an enjoyable show. Down below him the judges already had their seats. The vendors at the entrance already peddling their goods quiet flamboyantly and again he smiled. Getting a profit off every sale and watching as all races entered through the gates. An imaginary clanking of gold rang in his head as each person walked through the gates.

    Down past the entrance and lined up just in front of the ramps down to the Arena floor was an older womanish goblin with the nameplate reading Martha. She was set up with several papers at a table with a sign reading "Competitors sign up here!" Several hero looking types already lined up. She asked each of them the same thing: Name; Occupation; Whom do you represent, if anyone; Any title you wish attached to your name; And choose your difficulty-Hard or Harder? And lastly she would hand them a piece of white cloth to be thrown on the ground if they surrender and then guards would rush into save their sorry butts. After which she would give the information to Bart Longhooks, the loud mouthed goblin who is the current announcer. He stood on a recently built platform overlooking the arena floor.

    ((This is an Open RP for anyone to come in and compete. Simply wait for one person to be done and allow our three judges to judge and then sign up and I will announce you and the amount and difficulty of the Naga you will complete against! Your difficulty choice will affect the number of Naga, their power and of course fighting harder ones will easily get you a better score. Please note that these Naga have been forced into captivity and prodded and provoked for this chance to fight you and really their only chance for freedom.

    Just to be clear the posting order will be; 1 New competitor, Bart Longhooks(Myself) announcing the competitor and the important factors such as Naga numbers and classes, The competitor doing his/her fight, Then the 3 judges, then we start all over with a new competitor.

    The categories of judgment will be as follows:
    Style: 0/10
    Effectiveness: 0/10
    Creativity: 0/10
    Time: 0/10
    Judge's personal opinion: 0/10 ))

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    Charles Huntson strode into the arena and sneaked his way to the front of the line. Taking a quill from the inkwell on the desk, he filled out the sign-up sheet

    Name; Unknown
    Occupation; Unknown
    Whom do you represent, if anyone; Unknown
    Any title you wish attached to your name; Shadowhunt
    Your difficulty; Harder

    With that, he strode to the enterance and lurked in the corner, ready to begin from a stealthy position.

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    "Well, uh, we only know this next man?" Bart scratched his head from atop his podium as he yelled out over the crowd. "As Shadowhunt! He has chosen the one of the hardest challenges! So lets give a big cheer! May Shadowhunt win or die! Just do it in a rather bloody fashion!" He pointed over to one of the goblins standing atop the gates leading deep into the arena, "Let the games begin!"

    The goblin lifted the gate and ten large Naga rushed out looking for their prey. Looking confused at the lack there of but one the larger ones with a already bloody pole-axe shouted something in Nazja and the rest spread out clearly more focused. Warriors all with similar weapons as their leader and a few carrying nets and maces. Only a few of them bore severe marks of their confinement and the rest just looked healthy and eager to kill to win their freedom. "Haha looks like our first contestant likes to play hide and seek. Lets see if he can play kill the Naga!"

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    Charles, hidden in the shadows of the arena, took the time to measure up his opponents, just a few naga, and to think up a strategy. With a wicked smile, he took some twine and a couple cyllindrical tubes with fuses and secured them on a couple of his arrows. using the metal portions of his gloves, he lit the fuses. Drawing back his arrow, he shot five consecutive shots at the unarmored portions of the naga.

    The naga were searching for their prey when suddenly five of them shouted in pain as five arrows hit their arms. Almost as suddenly, there was a bright flash of light as the parcels on the arrows exploded, not only blinding them but choking them with noxious and vision-clouding gas. Charles took this time to sprint to a new patch of shadows for his next trick. Taking a couple special arrows, he drew his bow back and shot at the leader. Two of the three arrows hit, one glancing off the back of his chestplate and another piercing his neck. A third skewered the arm of the naga closest to him. Both naga were lit up in flames and hissed in agony as they were devourered. The eight remaining naga left the smoke and had sighted their enemy, cursing him in Nazja at the death of their leader and comrade, but Charles was ready for them, mowing three more of them down by shooting frost-enchanted arrows into their heads, freezing the internal organs therein. Five were left and they were closing in fast.

    Putting his bow away and drawing his blades, he transformed into his worgen form and charged. Not anticipating this, a naga just stood there as the assassin not only pierced his armor plate, but stabbed his heart. The blade's interesting combination of enchantment and poision was deadly; an enchantment of heat allowing it to melt through armor, and a type of acid that affected only organic materials. His other blade was just as deadly, though not because of any extra help. Razor sharp, Charles brought it across another naga's neck, cutting through the carotid artery and jugular vein. Blood coated the blade as it exited the warrior's flesh. At this point, the three remaining warriors, each carrying a mace the size of a baby orc, raised their weapons. Surrounded, it appeared that Charles was going to be done for, but he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Taking another cyllinder, this one with a short fuse, he lit it and threw it to the ground, quickly tumbling through a gap left by the naga, his eyes tightly closed shut.

    Another blinding explosion stunned the naga. Charles then rushed up to one of the blinded creatures, kicking him in the head. Knocked down onto the ground, the worgen brought up his knife and carved the creature's head like a jack-o-lantern. Moving quickly, he took out two arrows and skewered another naga's torso, both arrowheads penetrating deep into the creature's flesh. Roaring in pain as the arrows seared and froze his flesh, the naga swung wildly, knocking Charles onto his back. He tasted blood, and it felt like at least one of his ribs was broken. However, due to his training, he recovered quickly. The assassin jumped back on his feet and with a vicious roundhouse kick he knocked the naga out cold. Stabbing him in the head for good measure, he awaited the attack of his last opponent.

    The final naga raised his warmace with a rage-filled warcry and attempted to slam it down onto the worgen. Too swift for him, Charles jumped into the naga, close enough so that the creature's mace could not do any effective damage. Taking his dagger with two hands, he raised it, then brought it down in a cruel cut, gutting the naga. Pushing him down, he let the creature bleed out. Panting heavily, each breath feeling like a knife in his chest, he returned to his human form and lifted his weapons into the air, as a sign of victory.

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    "HAHA! Oh very well indeed!" Bart was clapping with the rest of the crowd as his voice still somehow managed to carry over it. "Bit of gutting, some explosions and of course arrows to the face. Quiet a splendid show of gore!" He motioned towards several unhappy looking goblins and they descended into the arena to clean up the mess. "Now lets see what the judges have to say!"

    Richard was laid back with his armored feet up on the judges table. Large ale in hand, he straightened up and shouted, "Impressive. Always been one for the tricks of the rogue myself. But starting out in the shadows though.....This isn't some back alley my friend it is the arena!" He shouted and waved his arms at the last word. "Creative with all the gases and arrows of different makes and I have seen most of these before but the fire ones...those were something new and quiet effective." Richard grabbed a sheet of paper sitting on the table. "Hmmm....lets see....yes, yes and yes....oh right. Well timing of course. Quick and mostly clean like I would expect of skilled assassins. And....ah....lastly, going for the leader first. Spreading confusion, always the best in my opinion but of course I am for the more heads on approach when it comes to the leaders of my opponents." He quickly wrote down some numbers on the sheet and continued, "So for you friend here are your numbers! Style: 6/10; Effectiveness: 9/10; Creativity: 8/10; Time: 9/10 ; and lastly My personal opinion: 6/10"

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    Grandmaster Archilios crossed his arms at the judges table. Yelling above the din of cheers, he shouted, "Agreed, very impressive. Your ability to think on the battlefield and use what little area you could was excellent. You used what tools you had to your advantage, and you killed the beasts in short order... But you used under-handed tricks, and while I can appreciate that it is your style, I myself find them to be distasteful. Therefore, your scores are... The paladin paused, writing down the numbers on his sheet of parchment, "Style: 7/10, effectiveness: 8/10, creativity: 9/10, time: 9/10, my personal taste: 3/10."

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    Golroth approached martha, his (( DK Rare gear from quests)) out of place yet intimidating heavy plate armor making thumps with each foot step. As he spoke, a chilling voice said:

    "Name-Golroth; Occupation- You wouldn't believe...;
    Whom do you represent, if anyone- The Ebon Blade..
    ; Any title you wish attached to your name - Plaguetouch...Golroth..Plaguetouch;
    And choose your difficulty-Hard or Harder? - Harder

    As he finishes speaking, clearly not enjoying hearing his unholy voice, he offers the gold coins to the goblin.

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    ((Once Aramore judges Charles I'll annouce your guy in Pat))

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    Voxxan sneered as the worgen left the arena. "Juh be thinkin' dat just because juh used a few pretty party tricks and beet a few naga you be impressin' me? Juh're a nasty half breed of da worst kind. Juh may have had some style, six outta ten I'd say, and yes juh managed to kill every bleedin' one of dem snake men but juh could have done it so much quicker. Nine outta ten for juh creativity but effectiveness wise juh lucky that juh were a muh stronger opponent. That'll be a four outta ten for both time and effectiveness. I have no live for juh race and I see juh as just bein' bad juju in an already unstable world but I won't hold dat against juh, atleast juh not human. Five outta ten."

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    "Well there you have it! 102 points outta 150 points. A stunning try but this can't be the best that these," he motioned towards the line of competitors, "little landlubbers can offer! Surely one or two of them could die themselves! Spice things up a bit!" He reached back and grabbed a new note from Martha. "Ah seems we have another brave, or foolish as I would say, competitor! This man is Golroth Plaguetouch! and haha looks like we have another one going the harder path!" He pointed towards a different goblin standing atop the cage door towards the left. "Let us start again!"

    Several Naga rushed out the gates, fresh bruises showing. The four that came our first headed straight for the competitor with daggers held high. The next four that left the cage were more heavily armored that any seen before carrying terrifying looking great-swords. These talked in Nazja to each other, clearly forming a plan and each bore similar markings as if they were from the same tribe. The last two to exited carrying heavy bows but only a few arrows between them.

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    Golroth smiled under his helmet as the oponents came in. He hoped for a more... cultured race, atleast in his opinion. He regarded Naga as brutish and dumb, even though, in reality, the race has a long history dating since the War of the Ancients.

    The human firmly grasped his rune-adorned sword as he closed his eyes for a second, focusing on a few painful memories to create the anger and thirst for blood he needed.

    He remembered the days under the dominion of the Lich King, and how he was forced to kill hundreds upon hundreds of Scarlets, wether soldiers, women or children. His sword began glowing in a green, unholy mist, as the first four naga surrounded Golroth, barring his way out of the circle. As the first lifted his dagger to attack him, Golroth performed a fast, yet short strafe and cut the creature's hand, then spinning and decapitating it.

    The fuse was lit: the other three rushed in, while the two with bows tried to get a clear shot, as to not hit their brethren.

    Using the hole made in the wall which was formed by the first four, Golroth put himself between the body of the slain naga and the other 3. Just as one moved forward to attack him, the runes on Golroth's sword lit bright, as he pointed the sword to the cadaver. The corpse exploded, a grotesque show of entrails and unholy energy bursting from the inside, instantly taking down the charging naga.

    As the others furiously attacked, Golroth parried the first strikes and then stepped a few yards back, murmuring an incantation as he opened a bag containing a strange powder and a few bones: immediately, the bones and dust fused together, threads of unholy energy holding them together until a strange creature was created: it was a ghoul... but what a ghoul was it ! It had the size of a Draenei, with long sharp claws bent like scythes.

    "Master...Feeding time...?" The ghoul asked in a screeching voice.

    "Indeed, Rotclaw...feast upon their flesh!"

    With a mighty yell, Golroth jumped forward, parrying the naga's attack and then plunging his sword's tip into its chest. At the same time, the ghoul simply overpowered the naga by clawing its neck, the naga's dagger simply inefficient against that type of oponent.

    The veteran nagas were speaking fast and furiously now. Golroth knew not what they spoke, as they used their native tongue, but he was certain they never fought something like this before.

    "Then...witness the full power of death !" Golroth yelled, as he pointed his sword to the bodies. A strange energy radiated from the bodies, pointed at the Ghoul, which grew seemingly, the claws getting red-dark, his bones encased in decaying, sturdy flesh. The ghoul yelled excited as he felt new powers and the urge to kill.

    Then, the four naga attacked: They came in from all sides, surrounding the two, yet Golroth expected that: As they prepared to attack, he caught a glimpse of the two bow and arrow using nagas trying to get a clear shot. He was exposed to being shot, yet he had a plan for it: he turned at 180 degrees and charged at the naga who was behind him a few seconds ago. The three nagas tried to come in the defence of the other, effectively blocking the line of sight of the archers and just as Golroth stopped his attack, the Ghoul escaped through the hole in the circle and charged at the bow-equipped nagas. Golroth was sure he could handle them, seeing as they did not wear any swords.

    Then, as his runeblade lit with unholy energies once more, Golroth began dueling the veteran nagas in a clash of swords: dodging, parrying and attacking, Golroth managed to hold off while the Ghoul made quick work of the ranged foes. Then, he conjured chains of frost, binding one of the remaining four nagas to the ground. He then attacked another one and managed to disarm it while the others were still trying to learn what was happening, but found out that the armor was impervious to physical attacks. Thus, he decided for a different approach. Ghoul returning, charging one naga, he faced the other two, and focused his magics right between the first and second left ribs of one naga. The armor froze there, just as he hoped. Pretending to attack the other one, he pushed him back with a few attacks, while the other was tried helping: Golroth swiftly turned, parried the huge blade the Naga swung at him, and plunged his sword right into the frozen armor section, piercing the naga with his blade. As the ghoul dodged swing after swing, it finaly got tired and simply surprised his oponent by jumping right at him. His claws implanted into the nagas right and left shoulder and his teeth pierced the nagas face, the oponent falling down.

    Golroth faced the free naga, trying to kill him quick as the other was still chained. He performed attack after attack, but it seemed the armor was impenetrable by his blade. His mind dominating and guiding his ghoul, he pulled out a wide chain which was tied around his waist and threw one end to the ghoul, which obeyed to the master's plan: The ghoul, chain in hand, tricked his oponent into believing he would attack, but just as the naga put his sword up to defend himself, the ghoul rolled behind him and threw the chain around the naga's neck.

    "PULL" Golroth forced his thoughts inside the ghoul's head, as he used all his strength to pull in the oposite direction. In seconds, the naga fell dead, strangulated.

    But it wasn't over yet... Golroth turned around to his oponent, still caught in the frozen chains. As he focused all of his magic energies towards him, Golroth almost froze him solid, frost appearing on the naga's body, his blood slowly freezing. Then, in sadistic pleasure, Golroth instantly raised the Naga's temperature over the top as he made his blood boil: the naga could only let out a scream of pain as the shock of the radical temperature change killed him.

    Sword in hand, ghoul at his side, Golroth stood triumphant atop a ring of guts, blood and mangled limbs.
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    "Haha nothing better than an exploding corpse I say!" He motioned towards the same goblin cleaning crew, who believe it or not somehow looked even unhappier than before. "Well then lets see what our three judges thought of your performance."

    Richard sat with his head on his hands as he watched the fight finish. "Well Bart I can't exactly say I enjoy using fallen enemies as bombs but I can't deny that it was effective. Using the other Naga as shields from the archers was another impressive move but you were only lucky that these particular Naga were all from the same tribe otherwise it could of spelled disaster." Richard paused and took a gulp from his large tankard. "The use of a ghoul......that isn't exactly what I would of expected. It defeated the purpose of the fight. We all know what the undead ghouls can do. Reeking havoc long past what a mortal would survive. That was just unnecessary and really diminished your performance in my book." He grabbed a new sheet and quickly wrote down some numbers. "Well then my final scores for you are; Style: 7/10; Effectiveness: 7/10; Creativity: 3/10; Time: 5/10 ; and lastly My personal opinion: 2/10"

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    ((Bit early, but tossing in my characters application next))

    Another armed humanoid walks toward the Arena counter, this one a solid 3 and a half feet of blue armor. A pair of similarly tinted goggles adorn the head of the person, who seems to be a rather young female gnome. At her back is a shield, which seems to be a large cog like device. At her side, a serrated blade, apparently steam powered. With a single gauntleted hand, she writes up an application.

    Name: Azriel Blastcap Tremorfist
    Representation: Gnomeregan
    Title: Master Engineer.
    Hardest.

    With this, she calmly strides to the edge of the arena, awaiting the announcement for her turn.

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    A frown was set upon the veteran paladin's face. Scribbling his scores down on a new piece of parchment, he said, "I would have to disagree with Richard on this one. An exploding corpse only took out one enemy? That tells me that it was badly timed and shoddy work. As for his risky tactics... they worked in this case, I will give him that... but there are many other ways to incapacitate ranged enemies, ways that would have worked in many situations instead of this particular one. A tactic which is SAFE and EFFECTIVE will always win out against one that is risky and effective... Summoning a ghoul was unneccessary and quite frankly a poor way to swing the fight in your favor... Therefore, your scores are; Style: 4/10, effectiveness: 3/10, creativity: 4/10, time: 5/10, and my personal opinion: 1/10"

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    ((Glad to have you Requiem. Once Aramore does his bit of judging I'll announce you in ^.^))
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    The arrogance almost seethed through the glow of green eyes. The long silvery grey hair did not look out of place on the young Blood Elf, but judging on appearance, the confidence seemed extremely farfetched; there were no signs of battle written on the Elf's presence.

    "Ooh, we have a pretty one here. And you are?", Martha cooed.
    "Whatever you want me to be, darling", replied the pale Blood Elf, "But I like to be called 'Osmosis, The Diffuser'."
    "Okay young sir, and what is your profession?"
    "You'll see." Osmosis cast a wicked grin. Martha tightened her eyes, peering into the vibrantly coloured but lifeless emerald eyes of the elf.
    "...Okay, and who's tabard do you don?"
    "This doesn't actually belong to me, mi'lady. I took this from a young farmer that tried to 'resist arrest'." Martha's eyes fixated on the blood stains near the chest region of the tabard.
    "And do ya' think you're tough, pretty boy?".
    "Do you think I'm tough, seasoned girl?" replied Osmosis sharply. Martha glared. "I'll put you in for cremation then. You'll like our hardest Naga". Martha looked down, checking all of the details she had written down.

    Osmosis wore the grin as well as he wore the sword sheathed on his back, or the two daggers strapped onto either side of his waist. He walked towards the arena brazenly, and in sheer goblin nature, Martha roared "Hey where is that 10 gold entry fee?!"

    "Check your pockets."

    How did he do that without me knowing? Martha checked her pockets to ensure nothing had been taking in place of then 10 gold. She looked back up, and it had seemed that within seconds, the young elf had simply disappeared.

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    ((Sepuku, after Ararmore finishes judging Pat and then Requiem has his go and judging I will bring you in. Gonna take a second to remind everyone of the posting order. 1 New competitor, Bart Longhooks(Myself) announcing the competitor and the important factors such as Naga numbers and classes, The competitor doing his/her fight, Then the 3 judges, then we start all over with a new competitor. But don't get me wrong I love people jumping to come in but keeping this order will help keep things much less confusing ^.^))

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    Voxxan looked on in disgust at the death knight. "Juh dare come to dis noble contest and use juh evil magicks and necromancy upon it? Juh think dat just because juh cn manipulate death we should all be impressed don't juh? But I know dat the work juh put into tuh gettin' dat ghoul was work juh could ahve out into killin' dem quicker, four outta ten for time and five outta ten for effectiveness. Juh creativity borders on duh mindless copyin' dat your ghoul did for juh so dat be a two. Juh style was passable. Six for dat. As for personal opinion? Juh race has been fightin' my race for thousands of years. And den when we finally get some sort of peace goin' on juh send in juh ghouls and dead to destroy us once again. Juh be lcky I even gave juh one outta ten."

    ((sorry for wait, anyone on IRC will know the reasons))

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    "Well I did like the corpse bit but seems our judges disagree." He head up a sheet of paper to his nose. "The final score is 59 outta 150. oh, ouch. Well better luck next time! Let's see if our next competitor can do any better than our last, or maybe even worse." Bart ended with an evil grin. "I am still personally hoping for a death. Next up is a Master Engineer all the way from Gnomeregan and she seems to love the hard stuff! Please welcome Azriel Blastcap Tremorfist!" He looked from each side of the arena at two different gates. "Ah yes lets give the little gnome that one! Raise the gate!" He pointed towards the closest gate on his left.

    The first three Naga out were all quite thin but moved speed and carried bone looking daggers. Clearly these were their own instruments before capture and they looked very fearsome. The next five were all what you would expect of Naga warriors and each carrying heavy maces with the stance of having used similar weapons for some time. These all carried markings of different tribes though and seemed to each be just in it for themselves as they rushed the gnome un-coordinately. The last two out of the gate even had the crowd "ooo"'ing. Spellcasters. They both came out in purple chains and a goblin from a top the arena shattered them with a quick spell and dropped down the Naga's personal staffs. At first it seemed the Naga spellcasters might attack their captors but then quickly turned towards the gnome in the middle of the arena. Layers of frost encased them both as they prepared to attack.

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    Azrie nearly groaned as she saw the group of naga, perhaps she was in slightly over her head. A few moments passed as she contemplated the situation, muttering what she had on hand for weaponry, three grenades and her powered sword and shield. She grinned, while missing her rifle and gadgets, this should be enough.

    As she still contemplated the idea, a sudden chill set about her shoulders, looking up, she saw an ice crystal flying directly at her. Cursing under her breath, out of the way of the attack. Ice splintering at her armor and face as the ice shard crashes at the spot she was just standing.

    Drawing her sword and shield, she presses a button on both, a bit of steam emits from both. As she does, the three dagger carrying naga reach her. The center one stabs down at her, as the other two quickly go to flank her sides. With a swift movement, she slams her shield into the centers nagas dagger arm, snapping it and causing it to drop it's dagger. She then swings her sword along the creatures midriff, the steam-powered blade carving the creatures chest open. As the creature begins to fall, she reaches with her shield arm to grab a grenade, dropping it where the naga was to land. She then dives around the naga, barely escaping the other twos attack, seconds later the grenade explodes, incinerating the already dead naga and killing the other two.

    Dazed and knocked off balance by the grenade herself, she stumbles a moment. It takes her feet being stuck to the ground by ice to snap her out of the daze. The mace wielding naga stopped, seemingly bickering in Nazja, perhaps expecting such an easy meal and bickering about who would get the kill. As she began to break her feet out of the ice, two of the naga were already swinging at her, fortunately her height allowed her to duck under the heavy handed blows.

    She grimaced, those maces would be an instant kill if she were hit by it, picking them off one by on-

    A bolt of frost struck her in mid thought and mid run, nearly tripping her, she cursed, the mace wielders weren't that bright, but naga spellcasters were a bigger priority at this moment, fortunately, the naga were slow. She began to sprint at the two spellcasters, hurling another grenade behind her to kill or confuse the other ones.

    The second grenade landed, and...did absolutely nothing. Azrie swore again, that cut her time off by a fair amount. Reaching the first spellcaster, she sliced it cleanly (for using essentially a gnome sized chainsaw) in two. The second one several feet away though wouldn't be taken down as easily, it hissed at her, a blast of icy wind knocking Azriel off her feet. It then shouted a command at the other mace wielding naga. Despite their lack of coordination before, they seemed to take the hint, forming a hint of ranks, two in the front, three in the back. As Azrie stood back up, she reached for her last grenade, she hurled it at the cluster of naga again.

    In mid-air the grenade stopped, being frozen in a chunk of ice by the sorceress. Azrie blinked, and for emphasis, blinked again. The grenade fell to the ground, deemed useless.

    Azrie finally managed a strike on the sorceress, slamming her shield into the nagas midsection, it bent down, the breath knocked out of it, she then took the advantage to slam her shield into its head, if not killing it, knocking it out cold.

    She still had five naga to take care of though. She smashed her shield once, a bit of electricity coming off of it, this seemed risky, but if it worked, why the hell not. yanking the shield off her arm, she hurls the sparking shield at the frozen grenade, setting it off as the Naga around it are turned into fine meat chunks.

    Two naga are left alive, she charges the injured Naga, cutting it down with a swing of her sword, she then climbs on the corpse of the first, allowing a swift decapitation of the second.

    After a few moments, she sits down, taking a long breath and picking up her scrapped shield before leaving the arena.

    ((Bleh, came out iffy, but finished.))

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