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The whip once again cracks through the air however with most of its reach now gone Taranis finds himself more than capable of dodging the weapon as he moved in for the kill bringing both blades round in lightning fast killing blows.
Falling back on her martial arts training Lynda dodges out of the way of the first blade aimed for her mid drift only to have the second blade slice across her forearm, a fraction slower and it would have cleaved open her chest.
Tossing the now useless whip onto the sands she draws a Tanto knife from out of her, boot originally intending to use it for delivering the coup de gras once her opponent had been worn down and cut to ribbons by her whip, never intending to actually fight with the weapon.
Dodging and weaving the two gladiators agilely danced around each others attacks dodging, weaving and occasionally parrying their opponent’s weapon with the loud ringing of steel echoing around the arena.
Evenly matched in speed and agility it look as if the fight would last all night, a pair of officials arguing loudly about what to do if such an anomaly should occur. However unlike Taranis, Lynda wasn't used to such prolonged bouts of vigorous activity and although the tattooed Sais was breathing heavily it was the Lynda that was to make the first and final mistake.
Surging forward with a single anguished cry she swings the Tanto in a long sweeping arc hoping to cut her way through Taranis' defences and slice open his belly and had she had the time to do so she would have been shocked by speed with which her opponent took advantage of the situation, but unfortunately it was all over within the space of a few seconds.
Bringing his blade up in a powerful vertical swing he rips the Tanto from her weary hand sending it flying into the air seconds before the second blade opened her throat.
He stands there stunned barely able to comprehend that he has won as the woman clutching the heavily bleeding wound in her throat drops to her knee's before him, her eyes staring up at him pleadingly all of the fight gone from within her By the gods...I've killed her...I've really killed her, why is she staring at me like that?, I didn't have a choice...I had to...you gave me no choice....Stop staring at me!
Roaring loudly no longer able to control the battle frenzy still strong within him Taranis swings his blade again severing the fingers clutching her throat, a spray of bright arterial blood washing over him as he swings again and again and again. No longer fully in control of what he was doing as if some wild beast had taken control of his mind, inhuman sounds issuing from out of his mouth as his blade final crushes its way through the spinal column. With a crazed feral look in his eyes he holds the severed head aloft by its hair, the spectators staring down in horrified amazement at the blood soaked tribal unsure as to whether they should be ecstatic or repulsed by its brutality.
As if trapped within some horrific dream, a nightmare even, Taranis hurls his bloody trophy into the stands before sleep walking back into the armoury and dropping his bloodstained weapons before the armourer is that fear in his eyes? My gods he's scared of me he thought to himself although the act of thinking had become painfully difficult for him as every single nerve in his body seemed to jangle violently like he was on fire.
As he leaves the armoury he can hear someone shouting from behind him but he cannot discern what they are saying probably something like stop you can't go yet not that Taranis really cared as stepped into the corridor through which he'd entered blindly staring with glassy eyes unsure as to what he was looking for or what he should do now and with only a single thought within his head… by the gods they were right I am a beast.
Falling back on her martial arts training Lynda dodges out of the way of the first blade aimed for her mid drift only to have the second blade slice across her forearm, a fraction slower and it would have cleaved open her chest.
Tossing the now useless whip onto the sands she draws a Tanto knife from out of her, boot originally intending to use it for delivering the coup de gras once her opponent had been worn down and cut to ribbons by her whip, never intending to actually fight with the weapon.
Dodging and weaving the two gladiators agilely danced around each others attacks dodging, weaving and occasionally parrying their opponent’s weapon with the loud ringing of steel echoing around the arena.
Evenly matched in speed and agility it look as if the fight would last all night, a pair of officials arguing loudly about what to do if such an anomaly should occur. However unlike Taranis, Lynda wasn't used to such prolonged bouts of vigorous activity and although the tattooed Sais was breathing heavily it was the Lynda that was to make the first and final mistake.
Surging forward with a single anguished cry she swings the Tanto in a long sweeping arc hoping to cut her way through Taranis' defences and slice open his belly and had she had the time to do so she would have been shocked by speed with which her opponent took advantage of the situation, but unfortunately it was all over within the space of a few seconds.
Bringing his blade up in a powerful vertical swing he rips the Tanto from her weary hand sending it flying into the air seconds before the second blade opened her throat.
He stands there stunned barely able to comprehend that he has won as the woman clutching the heavily bleeding wound in her throat drops to her knee's before him, her eyes staring up at him pleadingly all of the fight gone from within her By the gods...I've killed her...I've really killed her, why is she staring at me like that?, I didn't have a choice...I had to...you gave me no choice....Stop staring at me!
Roaring loudly no longer able to control the battle frenzy still strong within him Taranis swings his blade again severing the fingers clutching her throat, a spray of bright arterial blood washing over him as he swings again and again and again. No longer fully in control of what he was doing as if some wild beast had taken control of his mind, inhuman sounds issuing from out of his mouth as his blade final crushes its way through the spinal column. With a crazed feral look in his eyes he holds the severed head aloft by its hair, the spectators staring down in horrified amazement at the blood soaked tribal unsure as to whether they should be ecstatic or repulsed by its brutality.
As if trapped within some horrific dream, a nightmare even, Taranis hurls his bloody trophy into the stands before sleep walking back into the armoury and dropping his bloodstained weapons before the armourer is that fear in his eyes? My gods he's scared of me he thought to himself although the act of thinking had become painfully difficult for him as every single nerve in his body seemed to jangle violently like he was on fire.
As he leaves the armoury he can hear someone shouting from behind him but he cannot discern what they are saying probably something like stop you can't go yet not that Taranis really cared as stepped into the corridor through which he'd entered blindly staring with glassy eyes unsure as to what he was looking for or what he should do now and with only a single thought within his head… by the gods they were right I am a beast.