I need summaries of the battles in the poll. Send them in and the first one of each battle will win 5 bags of plunder. You may enter as many times as you wish (no more than once per battle). Here are the choices. Swartt def. Ironbeak Asmodeus def. Swartt
First Round Swartt Sixclaw def. Tsarmina Tsarmina Greeneyes and Swartt Sixclaw circled each other, each seeking an opening. Swartt had his mailed sixclaw and cutlass held up at the ready, Tsarmina on all fours, muscles bunched, all claws beared and a paw lifted off the ground, ready to strike. Swartt took a step forward and Tsarmina lashed, as he had expected. He stuck out his cutlass, neatly slashing the wildcat's paw. Tsarmina pulled back and hissed, then Swartt charged her, grazing her neck-fur with his blade. Tsarmin bit into the ferret's shoulder, jerking her head savagely. Swartt twisted and the two were locked together, kicking, biting and scratching while rolling around on the ground, each trying to gain the upper paw. Even through the mess of battle, Swartt noticed the small pool of water not too far away, if he could just break free. He unexpectedly swung out with his sixclaw, striking Tsarmina a glancing blow to the cheek that left her stunned for a moment. She noticed with surprise and delight that Swartt was retreating. She jumped up and dashed after him, too late noticing the small pool the ferret was running into. Even though it was evidently only waist deep on Swartt and her stood in the shallows, Tsarmina was terrified to go in after him. The ferret laughed mockingly. "Nyah nyah!" he taunted, "Ha ha, can't catch me! Wassa matter, pussy? 'Fraid o' gettin' yer pretty dress wet? Hahaharr, come an' get me! Scardy-cat! Scardy-cat! I'll bet you'd be scared o' prancin' onna wet patch a ground!" Swartt picked up some mud and threw it at Tsarmina, striking her in the face and still goading her. "Whatcha gonna do about it, y'snot- nosed liddle kitten?" Tsarmina had had enough. She picked up a huge pawful of mud and heaved it at Swartt. It missed his head as he side-stepped, but was forceful enough that when it smacked into his side it knocked him over. Trying to fight her overwhelming fear, Tsarmina raced into the water and lept upon Swartt, raking him with her claws. He flailed about, blinded and born down by the wildcat's weight with his cutlass lost in the shallows somewhere. Tsarmina gasped as some water splashed on her. It was cold, and wet, and, and horrible! She shrank back from Swartt, totally pertrified. The ferret wasted no time in finding his blade. He sneered evily at the sight of the wildcat shivering there in the water, terrified, looking frighteningly off into space. Still, he did not want to take any chances. Swartt raced around to Tsarmina's back and then attacked it, ripping and gouging, but the wildcat did not stir from her horrified trance. She did not stir again. Period. -Bren Longturf Ferahgo def. Gabool Gabool, with his heavy, jeweled sword in hand, circled the weasel known as the Assasin, who was said to be the most evil creature in the world. but the searat king intended on proving them wrong. The Assasin stood ready, mace in one paw, and a dagger in the other. The Assasin knew about this searat. He was said to be a crazed lunatic, unlike himself. The red smears under the eyes of the searat showed he hadn't slept in days. They fought upon the crater of Salamandastron. Gabool lunged forward, swining his blade expertly. The Assasin easily dodged it, but getting a slice in with his long skinning dagger. Gabool howled in pain, and the Assasin smiled, an icy smile. The Assasin whirled his mace while keeping the dagger ready for defense. Gabool laughed and stepped forward, and stumbled. The Assasin, knew Gabool was faking it, but couldn't let up the opportunity. He smashed his mace to the ground, but Gabool moved like lightning, getting in a hard kick into the Assasins gut. Though winded, the Assasin stood up and pulled back his mace. Gabool stood. The searat began to goad at the Assasin, insulting him and his skill. The Assasin lunged forward, and gabool knocked his favorite dagger over the side of the cliff. The Assasin then retaliated, by tripping the wily searat, and kicking him in the head. When Gabool up, he lunged with his sword, cut through skin in the Assasins mace weilding arm. Thinking he'd won, Gabool jumped back instead of finishing the Assasin off. But the Assasin still had one more trick up his sleeve. Literally. He pulled the dagger out with his paw, and hurled it at the searat king. Then Gabool watched as the handle seemed to appear in his chest, slaying the searat king. The Assasin smiled. It was a cold, chilling smile. Colder than the whitest winter. Colder than the grip of Death itself. And it chilled the dieing searat to the bone. It was the smile, of Ferahgo, the Assasin. -Regglar Brokenblade Asmodeus def. Cluny Cluny the Scourge and the adder Asmodeus Poisonteeth walked (and slithered) into a makeshift circle marked in the dirt. They got themselves ready to begin, and an old ferret by the name of Greycoat walked up to the ring. He held a red flag in one hand, and lowered it as he cried, "Let the fightbegin!" The two vermin circled each other, looking for the weakness in their opponent. Suddenly, Cluny struck out with a long-handled sword. The adder swung around and, amazingly, allowed Cluny to slash him. While Cluny stared dumbly at the gash in the snake that really had no effect on the adder, Asmodeus struck. He caught the rat in the chest, and Cluny screamed in pain. "Cluny, come. Stare into my eyes, fall into my twin pools of eternal slumber." Asmodeus hissed as Cluny's eyes went cloudy. Asmodeus the adder had won the day. -Ironclaw Slagar def. Damug Warfang Slagar and Damug were preparing to fight. It was a fight to the death, and each wanted to be the one to come through. Slagar slid a dagger into his belt. He picked up a strange weapon. It was a short wooden handle, from which ran three braided leather thongs, and at the and of each hung a round metal ball. Sniggering, he twirled it lightly. "That Greatrat will die today." he said to himself. In the next tent, Damug Warfang was also getting ready for the fight. He picked up the Firstblade sword and swung it in a wide arc. He too was well prepared. A voice from outside called them from their tents. They stepped into a ring of stones laid out on the ground. They were ready. For a while, neither one did anything. They circled, and waited. Then, Damug lept! He slashed Slagar in his side with his sword, causing him to retreat to the edge of the ring. Slagar held one hand over his cut, and swung the wooden weapon he had with the other. Suddenly, he threw it! It caught not Damug, but a stoat that was standing behind him. The stoat was killed instantly. Damug saw how powerful the small tool was, but also saw that Slagar was without a weapon. Little did he know that Slagar had a concealed dagger. He charged Slagar, sword upraised. Slagar dropped to the ground and rolled to one side. Damug saw this coming and stood over the Cruel one, sword held high. Then Slagar did someting unexpected. He whipped off his checkered mask, revealing his withered face. Damug hesitated for a fatal second. Slagar ran him through with his dagger. Damug dropped to the ground, dead. -Ironclaw Urgan Nagru def. King Bull Sparra Urgan Nagru and King Bull Sparra stand patiantly waiting for one of them to make the first move. King Bull Sparra decided he would take that chance and dives at Urgan Nagru beak forword like an arrow but Urgan Nagru quickly replies with a duck and grabbed his tail feathers. A buming screech came from King Bull Sparra as most of his tail feathers ripped off and Urgan Nagru laughed at the bird in pain. "Dumb birdy think you have a chance against me! HA HA HA" chuckled Urgan Nagru as she picked up King Bull Sparra and threw him on the floor. King Bull Sparra exausted and angry pulled himself up and screamed "ILL DEFEAT YOU FOX IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!" but Urgan Nagru was not scared at his utter ettempt to destroy him...actually he was very amused by seeing the bird suffer. As King Bull Sparra got back in the air Urgan Nagru let the bird fly around and wear himself out, as King Bull Sparra attempted yet another attack at Urgan Nagru hit the bird and he fell on the ground. "Oh lets just get this over with" Urgan Nagru boredly said and as he was putting his foot on top of King Bull Sparra he Screamed with terror. King Bull Sparra said earlier that he'd kill him if its the last thing he'd do...well he did not kill him but the fight was the last thing he will ever do. -Gandolf Ironbeak def. Badrang Well it looks like a fair fight ter me folks, Badrang the tyrant stoat and General Ironbeak himself. They're circling now, Badrang with a long dirk is closing in on his opponent while the crow outstretches his tallons. That beak looks dangerous! The stoat has sprung! He's bowled into Ironbeak knocking him flat, the dirk's gone deep into a wing, it's hard to see what's happening! Oh....looks like the dust's clearing, the tallons around Badrangs throatI can tell you now that you DON'T want to see this....so ends the life of Badrang, here comes the victory dance. -Foxwolf Wearet def. Ublaz Ublaz waited nervously knowing only one of the two fighters would win. He feared the barbaric mutated beast wich stared fearlessly back at him. DONG!!! the sound of the bell ran through Ublaz's head like a screaming devil of fate. The fighters knew this meant the battle had begun. Before Ublaz could react the Wearet was upon him it thrashed and bit with a Wild energy like ublaz had never seen before. Quickly Ublaz hit the Wearet on the head with the blunt end of his cutlass causing it to stun. The Wearet was brought back to sensce with the slash of Ublaz's cutlass across his chest "haha ya ugly toad how'd ya like ta taste of me blade again," Ublaz taunted. Insulted the Wearet charged Ublaz, but Ublaz stepped to stepped to the side and slashed the Wearet on itsback "ha no beast alive can defeat me, Ublaz ruler of the high seas". Ublaz kept pelting the Wearet with insults but the Wearet was not done yet, though the Wearet was not good at talking he managed to hiss " mad eyes" before he went into a beserking rage. Ublaz was highly insulted but he had to think quick because the barbaric beast was almost upon him. He tightend the grip on his cutlass and stood waiting for the Wearet to engage him. The beast was upon him, Ublaz fought hard and expertly but the Wearet was too strong. He thrashed, bit, and clawed. Ublaz tried to run from the Wearet but it picked up a huge rock hurtled it at Ublaz hitting him in the back of the head. Thus was the end of ublaz. The Wearet grunted with joy and danced on his oppents carcass. -Scoffer Klitch def. Graypatch Graypatch and Klitch circled, Klitch with a shorth sword and Graypatch with a cutlass. Graypatch trying to keep his good eye on the young blue eyed weasle. Graypatch lunges at klitch, klitch was ready and side steps the swing, and slashes Graypatch on the rump!! Graypatch looks embarrassed, Klitch is yelling something at Graypatch..... " I'll kill you old Grayhead!" Graypatchbellows and charges, slashing away, he slashes Klitch in the back paw. Klitch stabs at Graypatch, and sticks his foot behind the searat. Graypatch falls, Klitch swings, and........ Graypatch has lost his head!! The battle is over!! -Sagitar the Strong and Crossthief Quarterfinals Asmodeus def. Slagar Asmodeus slithered in the dirt fighting circle, eyeing Slagar. Slagar bared his teeth and continued the circle. A weasel stepped in the center and raised his arm. "Alright, ready...FIGHT!" Then the weasel slipped out of the ring. The circling quickened as Asmodeus waited till Slagar looked him in the eye. "You'll die, snake. Look what you did to me! Now you'll pay!" Slagar growled and untied the drawstring on his mask, then ripped it off. The ugly, skinless side was the side Slagar kept toward Asmodeus, hoping to discust him or something of the sort. Asmodeus was unafected. Slagar flicked out his claws, nicking Asmodeus on the middle of his back. Asmodeus hissed. "You'll pay for thaat." Asmodues finally caught his eye. He swayed back and forth. "Come, come clossser!" Asmodeus hissed. Suddenly Slagar blinked. "No!" He yelled. Then he lunged for Asmodeus. He raked his back. Asmodeus made a 'cry' of pain, then he twisted his body around and bit Slagar in the leg. "Aaah!" Slagar grimaced and held his leg, then fell to the ground. Asmodeus came in for the kill. Just then Slagar struck out with his good footpaw, catching Asmodeus in the face. "Dieeee!" Asmodeus yelled. Then he whipped his tail around and hit Slagar in the bare side of his face. Slagar held it and winced. Then Asmodeus bit in his stomach. ?"Aaahhhhh!" Slagar moaned, then his body was still. Asmodeus hissed in victory. -Everest The Wearet def. Klitch The Wearet grinned as he circled Klich anxiously. Klich slashed at the Wearet ready to start a battle. The Wearet stabs at the weasel's legs. Klich jumped away quicly. Klich runs with the sword in his hand. The Wearet trips him and he falls to the ground. The Wearet tries to stab him, but the Weasel rolls away as quickly as he can. Klich slashed at the Wearet fiercely. The Wearet blocks the sword with his hand, chopping of five fingers. Surprisingly the strong Wearet kicks Klich in the somach and punches him in the face. Klitch falls to the ground and hops up and cuts of the Wearets leg. The Wearet angrily stabs him in the head. The wearet wins the battle. -Crossthief Ferahgo def. Urgan Nagru Southsward was lush and green at this time of the year. But now, they were ravaged. now two combatants battled for control. Urgan carried a sword, but also he had his iron claws ready. The assasin carried his mace, and his daggers. the large fox circled the Assasin. The assasin stood still, only turning to see his opponant. Urgan suddenly lunged, but the Assasin quickly jumped sideways, but the iron claws raked his leg. Urgan fell head first into the mud, and took him a moment to recover. During that time, the Assasin swung his mace hard. The Foxwolf moved like lightning, but lightning wasn't quick enough. The mace slammed down on one of the fox's paws, smashing it into a bloody, broken peice. the fox howled in pain, a bone chilling cry that echoed through the night. The Assasin swung his mace, but Urgan wasn't finished yet. He swung his sword, knocking away the mace, but losing hi sword at the same time. The fox then leapt on top of the Assain, and they bit and clawed each other up a bit, until the Assasin gave him a hefty kick in the gut, sending him flying. The assasin allowed Urgan Nagru to get up and lung at him again. The Assasin quickly moved aside and let the fox fall flat. He then leapt over, and with all his strengh, he slammed his clapsed fists together onto the wolf skull on the foxes head. Sadly for the Foxwolf, it didn't go deep enough to kill him instantly, but now he was in incinerating pain. The Assasin smiled. It was a cold, chilling smile. Colder than the Whitest winter. Colder than th grip of death itself. And it chilled Urgan Nagru to the marrow of his bones. It was the smile of Ferahgo the Assasin. -Regglar Brokenblade Semifinals Wearet def. Ferahgo Ferahgo allowed the battle to take place in the remains of the Kingdom of Malkariss, specifically the circle on which Matthias and the very creature Ferahgo was to take on had fought, now exposed to the sunlight and seeming a pit with a raised circle of stone. The Assassin did not care where he would fight; he was confident he'd win against the big, dumb, slow excuse for a rat. He had prepared himself just in case, slipping two extra long, thin throwing knives in each sleeve of his tunic. He smiled friendily as the Wearet entered the pit. This appeared to annoy the creature, and so delighted Ferahgo even more. Her crouched down in a fighting stance, but as he was getting ready the Wearet charged forward, swinging its net and waving its spear. Ferahgo was not to be taken off guard, though; he meerly leaped nimbly aside and slashed the Wearet's back as it picked up the fallen net. Screaming/roaring, the creature swung its spear around with amazing speed and knocked Ferahgo against the other wall. The weasel sat stunned for a moment, but the sight of the Wearet running towards him with the spear pointed at his chest brought him to action. At the last second he jumped up onto his opponent's hunched back and stabbed down with one of his daggers, then leaped off. Like a cat, Ferahgo liked toying with his victims. Producing an unearthly sound of agony, the Wearet reeled on the weasel and threw his net. The Assassin once more jumped aside, but not before one of the large stone weights smacked against his leg. Ferahgo cried out, grasping his fractured leg and slowly moving his free paw to take out and throw one of the hidden blades. Taking advantage of his enemy's delay, the Wearet hurled its spear. Instead of hitting Ferahgo, though, it plunged into the rock beside him, but stopped the movement of his paw. Grabbing the weighted net, the Wearet heaved it at the weasel. Ferahgo struggled to move aside, but his broken leg hindered him and even with a final agonizing leap the net caught half his body under it. Becoming frightened, Ferahgo grabbed out his hidden throwing knives and whirled them at the Wearet, all three striking its hulking body, but yet it moved forward, paws outstretched. Catching up its net in its paw, the Wearet yanked it up, and with it Ferahgo, pulled up by his good leg. Before the weasel could make another move the Wearet shot its paw to his throat and squeezed hard, then jerked its paw, snapping Ferahgo's spine. Shaking the carcass of the Assassin free, the Wearet bayed its victory call, the sound echoing throughout the ruined kingdom and the lands beyond. -Bren Longturf
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