[Windward Boardwalk] Foreigner Fest (Azeran)

[Rhuryc]

Rhuryc had a knack for noticing blood. When the snow changed color he did little to resist the parting maneuver and stepped back all on his own, having before been at the beck of the Akalak anyhow. He would rather not be in a wrestling match with the beast. He was stronger by sheer breeding. Instead, he took the opportunity to reclaim both his blade and shield and acclimated himself to the new scenario. He watched, partially concerned, as the Akalak recovered his own weapons and took stock of the wound on the back of his head. Ah, that was enough for now. Rhuryc knew when to quit and being the target of a raging, blue monster bent on destruction was not exactly his idea of a training exercise. Or any exercise. Hell, he'd rather just run away and pretend nothing happened. Too late for that. There was a switch. Something changed. What the hell? That was murder in those eyes. Son of a bitch. Training accidents happened, but wasn't there something about Akalaks? Bloodlust. Or whatever. The last thing that concerned Rhuryc was this creature's state of mind - at least at first, now, it appeared as if their fight would be a mite bit more personal. Balls. Shifting, Rhuryc placed his shield out before his torso and kept his sword back as before, his knees bending and shoulders straightening as he prepared himself for some incoming onslaught. "Friend, I think it's best we both laid down our weapons and called it a day. I'll escort you to the Whitevine and pay for any aid, if you'd like." Rhuryc's voice was low, apologetic, but firm. He did not like that look.

[Azeran]

Koarhal didn't understand Rhuryc's words. Perhaps it was unwise from the start to spar with a warrior you couldn't communicate with, for either party, but it was too late for that now. Even if the Akalak was able to converse, there was something that told that he wasn't accepting apology. Blood for blood. The bloodlust was awoken and the darker brother was leading it. The waraxe in his hand would soon find itself gripped in both hands, the Akalak charged towards Rhuryc and swung the axe, powerful, crazed, horizontal attack that would easily decapitate the human if he didn't dodge or block the attack. The attack itself was all the confirmation anybody would need to realize Koarhal was aiming for death.

[Rhuryc]

Damn it. He forgot the bastard could barely speak common. Was a an accidental blow to the head really such a grievous offense? They were out in the middle of nowhere, no ice guard, no people to help him subdue his companion. As if he could subdue an Akalak. Thrice damn! Rhuryc had little choice but to defend himself. Caught in a rage, the way the Akalak moved was different now. Fierce. Hostile. He wanted blood. Rhuryc's blood. And as Koarhal's combative nature changed, so to did his target's. Before the human held back, his blows lessened and his posture withheld, yet not he stood with an air of confidence. His eyes were narrowed. There was death in the air. So be it. Crash! Rhuryc raised his shield as the axe came down, his shoulder ducking and forced beneath the metal slab as he shoved the full brunt of his weight into the defense. So damn strong! A jolt of pain shot down his arm, but he held. Pushing back, the man shoved the shield forward and stepped ahead, his back foot digging into the snow as he took to the offensive. He thrust forward, the blade at his side twisting and scything through the air from the Akalak's left side toward his exposed stomach. The swing as sent with the force force of Rhuryc's skill, precise, and extended as to mortally wound his new enemy.

[Azeran]

That was the thing about rage. When you had that kind of anger that could not be subdued or controlled and your focus was on that fragile soft little neck of your enemy you lost sight of what was truly important. In this case, he lost track of himself, his defense. In his wild unannounced rage he had forgotten entirely that Rhuryc was equipped with a sword and shield and the skills to use them. The cut was clean and sure, separating his clothing, which wasn't even close to being armor, and his skin. Blood seeped out as if waiting a lifetime to be free from that well shaped stomach, and it was made worse because of his advancing. He was already weakening, the blow to the head cause a weak disorientation, and the loss of blood was great enough now to cause the Akalak to already look pale. He stumbled backwards, looking down at his stomach in disbelief, then up at Rhuryc once more. He lifted his massive waraxe over his head and threw it with all his lingering might, but the weapon was never meant to fly straight and true. Rhuryc was never truly in danger of the flying waraxe. The Akalak stumbled, fell to his knees. A slow long exhale seeped through his lips as a small cloud of smoke. His eyes watched Rhuryc, no longer angry, but dazed. The cold was colder now. Ever since the Akalak arrived here by mistake, was left her, he found the cold to be unbearable. Now it was seeping into his bones, in his chest. If the loss of blood wouldn't kill him, certainly Taldera chill would. Azeran put his hands on the ground and lowered himself into an awkward resting position and closed his eyes. He told himself that if he just slept for a moment, he could get up and walk it off. He'd been wounded before. But this was the last.

OOCSorry if this was sudden or inaccurate or whatever. Thanks Rhurhu

[Rhuryc]

Rhuryc shifted. He slipped his left foot back behind his right and turned, his shield rising and falling again as he maneuvered to place the metal in the way of the desperate, last ditch effort. As before he shoved his weight into the impact and sent the axe sailing off course, shield extended and slamming into the weapon in a furious collision. That was it then. Disarmed, Rhuryc's opponent fell, blood falling free from both the back of his head and lower stomach. Stupid. Gods be damed, why did the Akalak come at him so suddenly? The man bit off a curse and moved forward. He hovered and watched the struggle. He was dying. And he knew it. Yet he fought. Damn it all. A frown took the man's countenance and his shoulders slacked all at once, he had not wanted this. A friendly spar. That was what this was supposed to be, and now? Now he was responsible for yet another life. Son of a bitch. The least he could do was not let the Akalak suffer. Taking a knee, Rhuryc dropped his shield and lifted his blade, the edge poised just beneath Korhal's chin. No amount of healing could save him. There was a word he knew in Tukant - with his lack of understanding, perhaps it was better than anything else. "Honor." He said in creature's native language before he thrust. The metal slid in with ease. Piercing flesh and muscle, the Akalak was dead before he even had time to complain. Ugh, blood. His sword came free. Rhuryc pushed himself back up and cleaned the blade of his weapon, his eyes downcast as they examined what was left. A corpse. Damn it all, why did he go out today? His blade entered the sheath and Rhuryc went about the collection, gathering the Akalak's discarded weapons and laying them on the fallen warrior. No matter the intentions of the fight, it was the only right thing to do. He would be buried with his weapons. "What do I do with you?" Rhuryc grumbled to himself, half groaning at this new found responsibility. Better yet, how was he going to explain to the Ice Watch that he was carrying a corpse with him? Grunting, the man recollected his equipment and lifted Azeran's body, his boots trudging along as he made his way off to the Whitevine. Damn was he heavy.

OOCRhuryc isn't taking any of Azeran's Equipment and it was agreed that he would die out of character.

[Growl]

Appreciation Time! Name: Rhuryc Experience: Running +1, Sword +3, Shield +2 Lore: Fighting an Akalak, Blood in the Snow, Killing an Akalak, A Growing Sense of Guilt Ledger: No changes Name: Azeran Experience: None, seeing as you are now deceased Notes: Thanks for such an enjoyable thread, even though Azeran had to die. Rhuryc, please note that it will take some time for your pc to recover from the battle, both mentally and physically. Please, if you write another thread that takes place shortly after this one, keep that in mind.