Warrior Bracket - Match One: Gragnark VS. Balfius

Balfius is an 8'2" tall Half-Giant, unkempt black hair, knotted atop his head. Pale skin with a slight purple hue is offset by a worn scalemail armor. He carries a large bastard sword in one hand, as smaller creature would a longsword, and short throwing javelin on his back.

As Balfius steps into the arena, he stares in open amazement at the sheer amount of people in one area. His tribe from the mountains numbered only 40 by the best of estimates (not that anyone could count that high). His shoulders and neck are tense from all the excitement in the air. But, Balfius has fought many a pit fight from his time in his tribe, and won every single one. This energy from the crowd, while many times greater, is still the same as during any fight back home, and Balfius bathes in it. He screams a primal roar, charging the already thick atmosphere with his bloodlust for what he knows will be HIS fight.

<<He walks to the middle of the arena awaiting his opponent's entry>>

Standing in the middle of the arena, the portly gentleman that had been chosen to officiate this match is dwarfed as the combatants approach. He has to crane his neck upward to get a good look at the pair of them, and grumbles slightly to himself. They could have assigned some other referee, whose state of vertical challenged-ness wouldn’t be so blatantly accentuated in front of thousands of people.

Regardless, he crosses to each competitor in turn, examining the protective enchantments placed on them before taking the field. The mages haven’t failed yet, but better to be safe than sorry, and better to follow procedure than to get fired.

Finding both sets of enchantments to be in order, he nods slightly, and steps back, leaving the two mammoths with twenty meters separating them. He tosses a hand signal to one of the upper seating boxes, and shortly thereafter, the sound of a gong reverberates across the arena, signaling the start of the match.

Gragnark doesn't look down at the Dwarf during the setup, only keeping an eye on Balfius infront of him. As the gong sounds, he stands his ground and watches as the Giant launches the javelin at him, the Orc doesn't seem to move as the Javelin flies forward and partly impales itself into his left shoulder.

The Orc doesn't flinch though and instead grins, ripping it out and holding it in his other hand, wielding now a Greataxe and a Javelin. "These enchantments are good, I barely felt it!" the Orc chuckles as he prepares for the oncoming charge, the Axe held closer to the head rather than at the bottom and the javelin pointed forward like a spear.

Gragnark steadies himself for Balfius' charge, he tries to lunge the javelin forward, using his extended reach along with the length of the javelin to hit atleast 10-15ft away. If he didn't hit, the Orc would retreat, side and back stepping to keep Balfius from full on charging him. The Orc would be able to keep out of the way of his upward slash, awaiting his next move.

Gragnark would keep backstepping, allowing Balfius to be the agressor. The bastard sword would come swinging towards his right leg, timed well for when he already stepped back onto that leg, the Orc would ram the Javelin into the floor so the bastard sword would hit that first and then his leg reducing the overall damage but destroying the javelin.

He would suddenly stop as this happened, interrupting Balfius' charge and instead charging right back with his right shoulder attempting to use his own charging force against him.

Gragnark slammed into Balfius, sending him to the floor though the Giant managed to swing the sword at his back though not at full force. A loud clang would be heard as the sword hit a strange metal plate protruding from his back, it seemed to go from the base of his spine to the top, a grotesque view. Gragnark would grit his teeth and stumble back slightly as he seemed to clench in pain, though no physical damage was caused. It would probably give Balfius enough time to get back to his feet.

Gragnark would regain his composure and wield his greataxe in two hands now, raising it high in the air above him and going to slam it down in an arc infront of him, growling at the same time "RAAGHRRR!"

Gragnark would recoil off his sword, readying himself for the incoming attack, however as the Orc saw the blade slashing in an arc towards his side, the Orc grinned to himself. Quickly closing the gap a bit more between them, unsheathing his blade from his belt, as this happened the bastard sword would swing right into his side and embed itself around two inches in, the magic stopping it from going any further. The Orc flinched slightly but kept his eyes set on his target, as the blade made contact, so did Gragnark, he attemped to force himself on top of the Giant and tried to place the blade to his throat. The Orc would be bleeding from the wound but use his free hand to hold onto the bastard sword to keep it embedded into himself.