The Whiplash Gnasher Vs The Infamous Bloodthirsty Myrian

[Thannis Daraktheon]

Timestamp: ? Of Spring, 514 AV

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Tall Johnny stood from his seating in the amphitheatre style seating above the cage. The place was pretty packed tonight which one could almost tell from the size of the grin on Tall Johnny's face. The din was almost deafening. “Ladies and Gentleman!” Tall Johnny had to shout to be heard above the din. “It's time for our next fight. This one's a brawler, Gents. Up close and personal. No weapons allowed.” The crowd cheered loudly excited at the prospect.

Thannis looked up at the crowd from where he stood in a small little sort of hallway-ish entrance into one side of the small arena. He was already regretting this. Such a public sport. If he didn't bleed, which he knew he couldn't, like any other there was going to be some real trouble here. He would either have to dominate this fight or take an embarrassing dive. He knew he was stronger than whoever he was going to face anyhow. Perhaps he was being cocky. He knew he was stronger than a human ought to be or, at the very least, stronger than this body ought to be.

Thannis had no idea who his opponent would be though. There were many sorts of folks that could be here tonight. A disciplined warrior, a brute strength barbarian or maybe even a clever tactician with not much but his brain to fight with. He just had to sort of muster his courage and remember to keep his guard up and not lose himself to rage.

“Tonight we have for you a very strange match up. On this side we have a boy that doesn't look like much but, trust me Ladies and Gentleman, I have seen his strength with my own eyes. He packs a surprising punch. Please welcome to the Arena, The Whiplash Gnasher!”

The crowd cheered and Thannis stepped out into the Arena so that they could all see him. He had been purposefully choosing not to show his teeth for the past few weeks but Tall Johnny had told him earlier that he should bare them for the crowd. Those in the crowd who could see oohed and aahed.

“What a pair of gnashers, aay Ladies and Gentleman? They say his father was a Shark Kelvic.” Thannis tried not to let his apprehension show. He really ought to get a mirror or something. What was up with his teeth?

“But how, Ladies and Gentleman, will the Whiplash Gnasher fair against the very tribal savages that have spent their lives feasting on the corpses on their enemies? Yes, that is right Ladies and Gentleman, hailing all the way from the forests of Taloba I give you none other than The Infamous Bloodthirsty Myrian herself!” The audience was almost deafening. “Come on out!”

OOCI saw Tall Johnny as a bit of a Tall liar so I ran with it and this kind of occurred.

Credit to Skerry

[Kaie]

This could get interesting...

It wasn't her first fight, that was certain. In fact it wasn't even her first time waiting to enter the rusty confines of Tall Johnny's cafe fighting arena. She'd been standing exactly where she was now only days ago. It had been a solid fight to say the least but not enough to keep her on the sidelines to lick her wounds for long. The hunger had come again, that insatiable fire that churned within her very soul that willed her to pursue conflict, but more importantly, blood and victory. It was the calling of her Goddess Queen all the way from her throne in the City of Bones. And just like the gnosis marked upon her sunkissed skin, Kaie had grown restless.

And so there she was again listening to the rabid blood sport fans as they screamed and cheered for violence. Callers waded through the crowds to collect bets, all trying to be heard over the towering man shouting his announcements regarding the coming battle. He was a showman, this Tall Johnny, and a good one at that. He chose his words carefully, made every description vivid and enticing to the spectators. It was no wonder his establishment had lasted as long as it had. The man knew how to run a good show, and with a good show comes good coin. Considering how well she finished a promising fighter previously within his realm, the savage woman was beginning to think he was glad she'd made another appearance so quickly.

The Whiplash Gnasher....that's cute, She thought bitterly to herself as the announcer went on to weave a ridiculous background story on a her opponent. The young woman rolled back her shoulders, stretcher her arms, and then fell into a combat ready stance to warm up and bide her time. Her fists struck out, left then right, finding her rhythm and preparing her body and mind for the coming fray. About a chime later she eased back into a relaxed standing position and stared forward into the arena. It wouldn't be long now.

"Goddess Queen, look down upon your daughter as she steps into this barbarian arena to conquer in your name," Kaie began to murmur in her native tongue, the cheers of the onlookers growing with anticipation of the reveal of the second combatant. "Let the screams of these people fall deaf to my ears. It is only your praise I crave, your word I follow blindly into battle."

“But how, Ladies and Gentleman, will the Whiplash Gnasher fair against the very tribal savages that have spent their lives feasting on the corpses on their enemies?"

"Myri, guide my fists."

Yes, that is right Ladies and Gentleman, hailing all the way from the forests of Taloba I give you none other than The Infamous Bloodthirsty Myrian herself!”

"This sacrifice will belong to you, Mother."

“Come on out!”

Her amber eyes hardened and her muscles tensed as she strode into the center of the ring. With her loincloth and leather vest, she certainly looked the part she was destined to play. Not once did she stare into the wild eyes of the spectators screaming their praise upon her arrival. Her fiery gaze was only for her opponent, studying him. She watched how he moved, noticed the unorthodox pale complexion and the strange bulging of his eyes. He was...different. How different he really was unknown to her. Yet as much attention as his teeth were getting, their intimidation was lost upon the Myrian female. It was common practice in Taloba for one to sharpen their teeth into points. She wondered if he had done something similar to gain some intimidation factor.

"Let the fight...Begin!" Tall Johnny howled above the hooting and shouting of bets and cries of excitement. The cheer that came after the declaration was deafening. Kaie immediately slipped back into her stance, beginning to circle around the arena with her eyes locked upon the Whiplash Gnasher. Her movements were slow, calculated, and her stare as predatory as a tiger rounding about its rival.

"When you're ready, barbarian," She growled toward her opponent aggressively in Common, open hands lifting into a guard.

Let's see what this pale man is capable of...

OOC:Sorry it took me a bit to get back to you. I'll try to keep my replies more regular. Great idea with Tall Johnny by the way! And how does the 6th of Spring for this thread work for you?