WAOA Arena

[Chungus]

"Gah! Sanava--!" Eddie exclaimed when the arrow of light struck him in the face and blinded him, instinctively moving his free arm infront of his face. As this happened in mid-swing, Eddie still managed to hook Malcor's ankle with the axe, albeit not as securely as he would have liked. Feeling the axe connect, Eddie gritted his teeth, and pulled back on with the axe while taking a step back, not wanting to give Malcor much chance to take advantage of his successful attempt to blind Eddie.
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Solaris initially hummed in response to Ragnar, before picking up her glass, and taking a sip from the drink. "I'm glad such things don't exist on my world. Or at least... That we know of." She responded, then chuckled lightly. "Or perhaps I should wish they did, since then I would be more expirienced with dealing with things like it."

 

[FPSfanatic]

Malcor's leg went along with the axe swing, and Malcor fell to the ground with a thump. he grit his teeth and swung a hand down, grasping a clump of grass and shoving his leg forward, attempting to pull it out of the axe's grip and kick Eddie.

 

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Ragnar shook his head sharply.
[color-navy]"Never wish it!"[/color] He said firmly. "When daemons tighten their claws on a world, the results are always tragic. Millions, even billions sacrificed to their monstrous gods. And daemons are unnatural beings. We do not know all the ways that they can break through to our galaxy, or have the resources to stop it often. I do not know whether they can detect such treacherous wishes... but I would not tolerate anyone taking the risk back home."

 

[Chungus]

With Eddie still blinking the stars out of his eyes after being blinded, and this not in a position to hold the axe in such an angle that pulling the leg back out would be difficult, Malcor was successful in freeing his leg. Soon after this, Eddie took a step forward, and tried to stomp on Malcor with his left foot with a fair amount of force. However, having only the sound of Malcor falling to go on, Malcor would be quite easily be able to evade this.
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At the mention of the number of sacrifices made to the god of Chaos, Solaris' eyes widened with feigned shock. "Billions dead... My... I'm sorry, I had no idea." She said with something of an appolagettic tone. "I can see why such things shouldn't be alowed to roam free..." Glancing down to the ground for a moment, Solaris trailed off. "But how would you stop ruin like that here if those that are killed simply come back to life without so much as a scratch on them?"

 

[FPSfanatic]

Malcor rolled, stood, and watched Eddie, using a second sight to examine him. he nodded in satisfaction. Eddie would begin to have some trouble breathing, and have a badly running nose. His blindness would clear up, and if he looked to the tree that Malcor had shot at the beginning of the fight, he would see its leaves were taking a sickly color.

 

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"Uh... yeah. I've been thinking about that one." Ragnar replied lamely. "I suppose I can only make certain that they are not declared champion of the arena, and the best way to do that is to win myself. I can do that. And it will undoubtedly be satisfying to butcher them a few times over as well."

 

[Chungus]

With a last blink, Eddie's sighed returned to him, only to be replaced by a hayfeverish sensation. Grunting while occasionally sniffing to prevent snot from running down from his nose, Eddie raised the axe, and hrusted it downwards, trying to pin the arm in which Malcor held the bow between the left side of the axehead and the spike at the center of it. Focusing on Malcor, Eddie didn't notice what had become of the tree.
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Solaris hummed softly once more, and took anoter sip from her drink before setting the glass back down again. "Wouldn't it be more efficient to try to destroy, or at least disable the machines that are responsible for the revivals?" She suggested. "And on the subject, I find those machines to be... dubious as well. How could someone possible be returned from the dead? This should be imposible!"

 

[FPSfanatic]

Malcor hand was caught between the spike and axehead, and he released the bow, pulling his hand away. He stepped forward and swung, changing tact and style of fighting. Eddie's nose would begin clogging as more snot was produced, and his sinuses would begin tightening, producing a dull ache in the head that would grow worse as time went on.

 

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Rangar nodded gravely as he considered this.
"There is talk of such machines on Terra... the Emperor himself is sustained by such devices on the Golden Throne. Warp, even our own venerated dreadnought pilots live for millenia in their iron tombs with such machines. I have yet to hear of such a device that can restore the dead though. As to destroying those of the daemons and traitors... it is most dishonourable, cowardly way of slaying an opponent that I can think of. Then again, they are daemons, and our duty is technically supposed to outweigh our honour. Not that any self-respecting Space Wolf has ever taken that as an excuse to drag his own honour through the mud."

 

[Chungus]

"You would still have to face the demon, the xeno or that crazed man in white armour in battle. I don't think they would suddenly drop dead if these machines were destroyed." Solaris commented. "I admit, this is hardly anything I know about. Even that box on the wall in the lounge that shows what happens during fights is technology that doesn't exist on my world. But, still. Considdering these revival machines are positioned not just in our suites, I doubt they actually keep the combattants alive post-revival, as apposed to only reviving them." With that said, Solaris decided to drop the subject, and let her words sink in to Ragnar's mind.

"Ah, but that's enough of that. I did't mean to make doom and gloom the main topic of conversation." She said with a smile. "I've been meaning to ask. That pelt you wear when not in your armour, what is that creature? It looks like a wolf, but much larger then anything I've ever seen."
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After Malcor released the bow and pulled his hand back, Eddie once more tried to stomp on Malcor's chest in an attempt to wind him. His breathing started to become a little wheezy as the snot began clogging up his nose. Oh man. This isn't right... I gotta finish this quick, or chill for a moment to get rid of... whatever's going on here.

 

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Ragnar considered the idea, but something about it rankled with him. He would see how futile the fighting proved to be, but made up his mind not to do it unless he had to. When Solaris changed the subject he took the chance eagerly.
"It is a wolf of a sort." He replied with a chuckle. "A Fenrisian thunderwolf. They run in packs among the smaller wolves on Asaheim. I killed this one with my knife when I was cast out into the wilderness after taking the Canis Helix." His face darkened suddenly. "Once upon a time, this beast may well have become one of my brothers. Thunderwolves are not natural wolves. They were men once, who were not strong enough to take the Canis Helix and survive its effects. They wander the froxen wilds now, feral and savage. Sometimes, even a battle brother hundreds of years old can fall to it, if it is particularly strong in his genes, or if he lets himself go too far in battle. Some of these wolves can be calmed to a degree, and we often use them in battle. But all too often, they can only be released on Asaheim, or given the Emperor's mercy."

 

[FPSfanatic]

Malcor gasped as the boot hit his chest, and reached up, grabbing onto the leg with both hands. He coughed, sucking air in, and glared up at Eddie.

 

[Chungus]

As she noticed the hesitation on Ragnar's face prior to the change of subject, Solaris opted to raise the subject again another time. For now, she listened on as Ragnar explained the Thunder Wolf, from time to time, taking a sip from her drink. Once Ragnar finished speaking, she nodded. "I see... A man that became a beast. Poor creatures." Although she did not show it, Solaris was rather wierded out by Ragnar wearing the skin of what was once a human, it seeming morbid, even to her. She didn't dwell on these thoughts for long, however, instead opting to grasp the chance to potentially sow more seeds of animosity. "From what I understood, there is someone like here too. Someone that where the line between human and animal is blurred, that is."
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Eddie did nothing to remove Malcor's hands from his leg, instead firmly placing his foot on Malcor's chest to minimize his recovery. Pulling his axe out of the ground, unless Malcor would manage to escape, Eddie would place the blade at Malcor's throat with something of a pained expression as his ligaments ached, and say, "Give up yet?"

 

[FPSfanatic]

Malcor grinned underneath his mask, and his nails turned into a bird's talons to claw at Eddie's knee, aiming to collapse him to the ground. "I shall surrender only once the disease has abated!"
at this point, the flu Eddie was feeling would have migrated to his lungs and stomach, leaving him with a stuffy nose and a sore throat as a remind to where it had been previously. Now, his lungs would ache to breathe, and he would feel the need to vomit.

 

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"REally? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." Ragnar said with a pained expression. "Perhaps it is for the best that they are here then. Thunderwolves are fierce and powerful creatures, but it is far from the best way for a warrior to end his life all the same."

 

[Chungus]

"It's a her, actually." Solaris corrected, shaking her head lightly. After taking another sip of her drink, she looked back to Ragnar. "It's the woman with brown hair, worn in a ponytail. I don't know her name. But... I've seen her fight. The expression she had on her face, then, that wasn't the expression of a mentally stable human. Especially as she wore this expression while... it looked like her attempting to pull someone's internal organs out. I couldn't watch it closely."
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Malcor was successful at clawing at Eddie's knee, sending him falling down to his side with a pained scream, hitting the ground on his side. As Eddie held the blade of the axe close to Malcor's throat, however, it might be unintentionally be cut as Eddie fell. Wherther this was the case or not, Eddie would lay on the floor, and gag as he fought the urge to vomit.

 

[FPSfanatic]

The blade cut thinly, leaving a trail of blood leaking from his neck. Malcor grunted in pain, and stood, moving to recollect his bow.

 

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"Kenna?" Ragnar exclaimed in shock. "The girl from Terra? I... I spoke to her. She seemed to be in complete control of herself. A pleasure to speak to, in fact. I would never have suspected..."

 

[Chungus]

Yes. This is the kind of reactions I want to see. Solaris thought. Although she kept herself in check well enough, her expression remaining largely neutral, Pix would feel Solaris' heartrate increase slightly. "From what I could pick up on a conversation she had, she has limited control, and in that moment, the beast side of her took over. Maybe it has something to do with being in battle. I don't know..." She commented, then sighed slightly. "I hope for her sake that isn't the case. A arena isn't the place to be with such a condition." After drinking the remainder of her drink, Solaris set the glass down on the table, and looked back to Ragnar. "Anyway... You mentioned these Thunderwolves are often given the mercy killing? There is no cure for their condition, then?"
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As Malcor moved away to retrieve his bow, Eddie rose to his feet as well, his face looking greenish and sickly, and took his guitar from his back again, leaving his axe laying on the ground. He didn't stand formly on his feet, due to the talons having been driven into a knee, thus placing his weight almost entirely on his good leg.

Looking to Malcor, Eddie played another quick chord that would produce a lightning bolt, hoping to stun Malcor.

 

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Ragnar shook his head.
"No. If a neophyte succumbs to the curse of the Wulfen, then they are lost, and will remain animals for the remainder of their existence."