Blood Rage
Posted on Fri Apr 18th, 2014 @ 9:07am by Commodore Samantha York & Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale & Korok Lukk
Edited on on Fri Apr 18th, 2014 @ 9:37am
797 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission: Revenge
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A large ork-sized man stepped into the arena. He looked more like a Neanderthal than a human. His weapon of choice was a vicious-looking sword that was dwarfed by his size. He tapped his sword on the ground and raised it to challenge Amarylis.
"Oh darling, I thought you boys would never ask." She stated with a sinister smile. Amarylis immediately rushed the large caveman. As the brute went to take a brutally slow swing Amarylis slid between his legs punching him in the groin as she slid through.
The caveman fell to his knees in pain clutching his groin and groaning in pain. Amarylis casually walked over to him retrieving his blade from the ground. She stared into his eyes and grimaced. "Pathetic." With a quick swing of the blade the caveman's head thumped to the ground, his eyes squinted. Blood spurted all around the corpse which was still on it's knees creating a fountain of red which soon soaked into the sand staining the arena floor. This was followed by the torso making a thunderous boom as it swaggered over and fell into the stained sand. Amarylis then cut the hand from the caveman and threw it at Nero whom was watching from above.
"Your boys are on quite the losing streak, thought you could use a hand." Amarylis joked as she turned back to the corpse. She finished the display by chopping the extremities from the torso throwing them across the arena floor leaving trails of blood all over. The display was gruesome and Amarylis was coated in red blood breathing heavily from the rise in adrenaline and the anger she had released upon her combatant. The display was not meant as personal to her adversary nor did she have anything against the brute. She wanted Nero, and anything that stood in her way would see the same fate.
If the crowd wanted entertainment, she would happily oblige. She looked up to Nero raising her sword to him and then tapping it on the ground.
The crowds started to stamp their feet in response to Amarylis's prodding of Nero. They liked a good show and this woman who provoked them.
"Then so be it," Nero said. "Bring out Barok and Tilon. Let her face two men, see how she fares then."
As the two buffoons entered the arena Amarylis simply shook her head.
"WE SMASH YOU LITTLE GURL!" Barok stated.
"No, I'll tell ya what i'm gonna do. You with the face like a tellerite's rear end. I'm gonna hang you from that flagpole by your intestines.
and you. The mutated cross between a tribble and ferengi. I'm gonna feed you your heart."
Both brutes laughed as they thundered towards Amarylis. She simply sighed, once again Nero suffered from big boy syndrome sending two sluggish brutes against a far more agile adversary. Once they got close enough Amarylis focused her assault on one titan dodging a haymaker and slicing the brute across the stomach sending a rush of guts and blood spilling to the floor.
Tilon stopped and watched his brother fall to his knees attempting to keep his insides from spilling out. Instantly he filled with rage throwing his arms back and roaring in rage.
Not missing a beat Amarylis took her sword and threw it at Tilon's heart piercing his chest and his heart. As quick as it had come, Tilon's anger disappeared and fear set in. He fell to the ground on his side clutching the sword. Amarylis strutted over and removed the sword from his grasp and his chest. Blood began to spurt out of the wound but this did not stop Amarylis. Her rage was blinding her as she brutishly sliced at his chest opening the wound eventually dissecting his heart from his chest and slamming it down the titan's throat.
Next she walked over to Barok whom was now a lifeless heap with his insides spilled onto the floor. She simply took his intestine severing it from one side and threw it like a rope around the flagpole.
"Bon appétit." she stated.
The crowd went wild and cheered for her as their new favored.
Nero grinned. "You will make a fine warrior. All you need now is to lose that pathetic sense of duty you cling to." He could see her rising in rank and maybe one day becoming a guard. But she'd have to grow harder first. And for that, he would need to break her.
He turned to the guards. "Take her to solitary. A few days alone and she'll be more...malleable."
Amarylis threw the sword to the ground and simply laughed. "Honey, I'm my own best friend."
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Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale
Marine
Nero (NPCd by Sam)
Orion Thug
Crowd (NPCd by Korok)
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