by Gabriel Velox Furox Mors on December 26th, 2012, 9:28 am
Gabriel stood there his feet square his body slightly relaxed, except for the fact the he was still out of breath. His face humored, looking at 4 perfectly capable fighter, he thought to himself "well this will be the most fun i've had since i got to this shit hole". Flipping his kukri to face back instead of a forward, the blunt side touching his forearms. His breath ragged two of the fighters lunging forward, crossing his arms as they come in range deflecting their blades and landing a solid kick into on for their ribs sending 1 flailing backwards. One blade free swings at the other attacker, but misses as they stumble backwards. Half smirking half snearing in a deep rich voice "You could at least let catch my breath,hah, well at least i know how weak u really are." Keeping his back to the wall so he gets no surprises "My turn". Finally catching his breath pushing one foot of the wall bull tackling the closest fighter. Connecting her feels a snap of one or more of the mans bones. As the man hits the ground Gabriel flips back to his feet sliding a few inches on the dirt.
One injured 3 more to go, he begins and on slot of blows on the other fighters hoping to leave no holes but he needed more skill. With two deflections and a kick to the side he lost the edge to the fighters. A slice down his right arm after being thrown off balance, he laughs "I deal with more pain than this training". Something comes over Gabriel not a rage but an almost blood lust like pleasure consumes him. Catching his balance, side stepping and placing a blade between one mans ribs letting go of the kukri now inside the man soon to be dead. Spinning around deflecting one blade but taking a dagger in the leg, grabbing the man who planted the dagger and headbutting him. Stumbling back into the wall, upon connection with the other mans head now seeing double, smiling the whole while. "Woo, now i'm gonna need a drink after that one". Going on some instinct ducking and lunging up connecting with a man that he guessed was blinded by rage and flipping him over onto his back and dropping and elbow into the center of the mans chest with all his weight hopefully knocking the wind out of the fighter. "Well now princess just u and me" hopeing he was looking at the last man standing through blurring and doubled vision. His back against the wall again carefully watching. "Or you can give that man back what you stole and leave everything behind?". Ducking as he saw the last man throw a dagger letting it stick into the wood as the last fighter followed up with a sword in Gab's shoulder. Quickly reacting by sheer will grabbing the sword with his free hand and pulling the man forward onto his kukri. Pulling the sword out he quickly rips a piece of cloth off and bandages his shoulder keeping the wall at his back tying the cloth tight to slow the bleeding til he can get to a healer. His vision returning he looks at the victim "Take your stuff and don't thank me, i enjoy a good fight". Looking to be sure there was no more threat, he the dying man over and retrieving his kukri and sheathing them. Walking over to his cloak he picks it up quickly donning it and grabbing his bag, trying to lift it his body grows weak and falls to his knees but still concious.