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Wraith takes the opportunity and keeps close to Plague. He figures that the sword can't have a serious impact if there isn't any space for a swing.

Then, Wraith grabs the wrist holding the dagger and places a leg between Plague's feet and sweeps outwards while pushing into Plague's chest with his shoulder.

*Plague stumbles backwards, sword in hand, but dropping his knife. He has his bottom on the ground, but could fend off any attacks with the longer reach of his sword.*

Right, time for mine.
Bruiant, Orcs - 7 strength, 1 intelligence, 6 accuracy, 6 speed, 9 skill, 1 riding.
Bruiant V Mounted(on pony) Spearman(Halfling). Armed with pike and 5 spears(for throwing). Stats: 4 strength, 5 intelligence, 4 accuracy, 2 speed, 1 skill, 5 riding.      Pony: 2 strength, 5 speed
Bronze Longsword
Bronze Chainmail armour
Bronze Shortsword

"Bruiant was ready this time for his escort to the top. Two guards clad in iron armour, with an iron sword on hip stood either side of him, guiding him through the passageways into the equipment room. on his last visit, Bruiant had to equipment to worry about, but this time, he had a matter of minutes to gather and equipt his. on first went his chainmail vest, straight over his head, resting on his frame. then on came his chain leggings and pauldrons. Bruiant then unsheathed his two swords, the long in his left, the short in his right. shoving his chain coif on, he walked to the wooden slatted tunnel, lined with fresh blood, awaiting his time to enter. closing his eyes, and breathing deep, he was again, to be tested to see if he will be torn limb to limb, or to be thrown onto glorius salvation.
After a prompt from a grinning guard, he was set again into motion. the guards on either side wore smirks on their faces, as if knowing he was to be thrown into the deep end. growing with anxiety, Bruiant entered the arena, the bright white washed bricks smattered with blood hitting him full in the face, forcing him to squint. Marching into the centre, he waited, waiting for his opponent to enter.
After what seemed an eternity, the wooden slats opposite that in which he entered, slowly swung open, revealing a near identical room, lacking only the smatter of blood, and dampness. Bruiant readied himself, going into a crouch and raising the longsword up over his face, the short sword down to his hip, waiting like a coiled snake. Hoof beats came from the tunnel, getting louder and louder, untill the horse emerged. Bruiant was taken aback again, a small scrawny pony, perched ontop a halfling, brandishing javelins and spears. had the halfer been on foot, it would have been short work after the javelins had gone, but mounted, the advantage of height was now countered, the pony being faster, and the halfer able to throw further. The only thing in Bruiants favour was his armour. he chose it because the hand crafted loops where stong enough to deflect arrows, and medium sized rocks, but without a silk shirt underneath, javelins will skewer him.
The halfer turnt the pony about, circling the arena, with Bruiant in the centre. Taking one of the javelins from a saddlestrap, the halfer took aim, and let loose, hurtling a javelin at Bruiants large chest. Bruiant anticipated the attack, diving to the left, and avoiding the javelin. rolling back into his crouch, he came up to take a hold of the javelin. pulling it from the ground where it struck, he found the arrowhead bent and usless. The halfer took aim again, and sending another javelin towards Bruiant. However, he did not totally expect this one, diving to the right late, it hit home. the javelin struck him high in the left thigh, penetrating his chain armour, protuding from his leg. falling down in agony, bruiant heaved the javelin from his leg. his vision blurred, but he saw the halfer slowly trot towards him. heaving himself up, he took note of the javelin tip. as it hit flesh, and not solid dusty earth, the tip was still intact. noting his rise, the halfer burst into trot, rising his pike, as too did Bruiant, who was now on his knee, javelin held high like a spear. the pony now came within reach of Bruiant, who jumped forth, rising the javelin high, thrusting with all his might into the beasts neck, who was caught in the momenturm and slinging the halfer high into the air.
The hardest part was now done, yet, Bruiants vision cleared further and further, as blood seaped from his gaping hole in his thigh. Staggering to his feet, he picked up his longsword, and seathed his short sword, left hand holding his leg, the right hanging limply, sword clutched tightly. the halfer too had risen, and charged at bruiant with his pike held firmly infront, intending to impale bruiant upon the spike tip. Bruiant patted the pike aside, with his left palm, and brought a closed fist hammering into the halfers face, rocking his head back. bringing back his fist, he lunged with his sword, sending it cleanly through the halfers gut. Bruiant held on tight to the halfer, leaning on him, watching his eyes go white and empty, as he fell down, defeated. sheathing his longsword, he picked up the pike, and headed back down the tunnel, toward the infirmary, to be stiched up, and have herbs rubbed into his wound.

hey wraith you can't move that fast because "Wraith hurts his knee doing this, and got a wide shallow cut from the knife." 

lol, i rolled away from you, far away

ehh, what do you mean "whacked at the sword"? you mean hit the side with your palm? or you mean with the dagger? just checking.

well it doesn't matter because nobody hit anyone one so i guess it my turn.

Plague moves his head in time and doges the sand.  He has his knife holstered so grabs wraiths dagger wrist with his free hand.  He tries to slash half of the bow into more pieces.

yeah plague should be hit

*Wraith manages to momentarily blind Plague, not by getting any sand directly into his eyes, but from the reflex action of Plague closing his eyes. Wraith pushes the sword to the ground with the bow, but the bow finally breaks(well... not break as such, more like bends) into two. He loses the grip with the bow on the sword, but manages to get the half he's holding to it, and pushes it back down to the ground.*

Plague, I'm guessing..

Lol, now I'm just confused.. xD

so i guess we either wait for wraith to somehow recover/die or killer to tell us if the dagger did/didnt do any damage. why dont you just grab an arrow from your quiver :D it has a metal pointy tip, i watched legolas stab people with it on LOTR :)

Lol I was waiting for Killer cos I'm just confused. xD

*Plague lets the sword go, and it crashes into the ground, sending up sand. Plague quickly tries to push Wraith on to the ground, but Wraith is too nimble and manages to get away, dropping the bow. Plague gets the sword and waits for Wraith to retaliate...*

I suppose someone will have to win soon...

*Plague holds the sword up as Wraith charges, but Wraith dodges, avoiding death, but receives a wide shallow wound across his leg, making it hard to stand. He hits Plague with the uppercut, knocking out a few teeth, and grabs him around his body, who drops the sword, right onto his foot. It hit it on its side, giving him a cut across his foot. Plague leaps away without the sword, leaving Wraith with it, but the wound is causing Wrath serious bother, and can only stumble after Plague.*

Sounds simple... Wraith picks up the sword and holds the hilt with the blade resting on the ground so as not to wear him out since he was already exhausted with fatigue. He crouches and moves slightly closer.

{{Is the cut on the knee that was hurt or on the other foot?}}

I'm still standing. ;)

Wraith watches carefully at Plague and draws his dagger in the other hand....

All I have to do is turn around... I don't have to be fast to do that...

I can use it to block and use my dagger and anyway... the cuts are on my leg and a shallow one on my arm.

Mr. Peter Jackson

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5/6/2008 8:53:50 AM.......
WELCOME BACK SORRA!!!
WTF? whose sorra, and who you talking to?
anyways, the cut in his leg dont sound too serious, but the one in his foot sounds life threatening :o he could have lost a toe!

i noticed killer is now giving away injuries like candy bars :)

Out of no-where two arrows fly in and pierce Wraith's lung and neck
As Plague watches as Wraith's mouth chokes on blood and collapses, Plague is struck in the right shoulder, the red liquid of war begins too drip but he stands his ground, the arrow is deep and he drops his  short sword, dust rises into the air, as he looks up too the grey sky a final arrow penetrates his thin waist armour and slices into his white flesh...and his beating heart..

No!
Your already dead xD

I dont know why I wrote that.. is it any good  O.o?

Plague wait for wraith to make a move, still holding his dagger in defensive mode