Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171231064307/@comment-27550231-20180110043743

(Jorge was desperate to win the final round of the hunt. Everything was riding on these final moments and he would do anything in his powers to ensure that he won. To ensure that he defeated everyone and anyone who passed before him would be subdued. He had set his eyes on the the highest value targets. Lilrava, Sorsha, Sir Kodoku. and Brad. The knight was ready and armed with nothing but multiple rags made from pure weresheep wool and the desperation of a man with nothingto loose.)

(Jorge had concluded that sacrifices had to be made and schemed to betray Sorsha and Lady Ashe. They had come along with him intent to assist him after hearing of his quest to find his daughter. They were trully loyal to his cause but Jorge needed the points and after their first engagement with a battling group he betrayed them taking Sorsha, her armor and Lady Ashe out with a weresheep sack. Jorge was unsure whether the magic was that potent or if they took pity on him and succumbed voluntarily to his betrayal. He felt sick, betraying them so close to start of the first round. He could not forgive himself for what he had done to them but he was sure that they would forgive him)

(The knight moved with duty as he stalked the arena parrying, grappling and subduing every fighter who stood up to him. Jorge did not waste his limited energy going after those who ran he had to be efficient and would not shy away from simply appearing behind large groups of combat and picking off fighters one at a time. He worked his way dilligently through the horde until he came upon one of his main targets. Sir Koduku. The (samurai/knight?) fought with a ferocity that he had not seen since his crusades in the lost lands. Jorge watched and waited as the competition slowly wore down the warriors endurance then pounced out from seemingly nowhere and charged at him. Koduku reflexively slashed at Jorge catching the armor on his forearm but it did not dig into his extremely reflective armor. Come on! Remember for Ne'zon!)

(Using his momentum Jorge grabs Koduku's blade and pulls him in, landing a heavy elbow into his (helmet/face?) sending him reeling back. But to Jorge's surprise Koduku still held on to his weapon and counterdslashing his hand leaving it numb. The two continued their dance striking and parrying each other's blows with the precision of seasoned veterans. But the longer they continued their display the weaker they became and their chance at victory would gradually dissapear. Koduku kicked Jorge in the chest and jumped back to ready his final strike but he had already lost as his opponent was not knocked off balance by his strike. Taking advantage of Koduku's blunder Jorge charged him knocking him over with all his weight pinning him to the ground. Koduku tried to couter thrusting his sword into his breastplate but Jorge's weight was too great and he could not free his hands and was subject to mutiple savage strikes to his head before having a pure white cloth shoved in his face.)

(After his battle with Koduku Jorge vanished and aimlessly seached for the next target, his body aching and screaming at him to halt but he continued until he saw him. Brad and his group. He did not feel anger, hate nor pitty. Jorge felt nothing as he phased in and out of reality charging at them. He felt nothing as he sent his groupies into the air with a single powerful strike. He felt nothing as their demon silver weapons found gaps in his armor and dug deep. And he felt nothing as he used his weresheep cloak to subdue the shoggoth that guarded him. Jorge had set upon Brad's group with a terrible efficiency, he struck down his foes not a movement wasted or word spoken giving pause to his work. So vicious was his attack that Brad was not able to fully write a retaliation before a heavily wounded Jorge was upon him. Jorge yanked Brad from his carriage sending him far from Kira and any semiconcious groupies. Brad attempted to crawl away but found no purchase in his endeavor as his was lifted into the air and punched square in the nose knocking him unconsious with a sickening crack.)

(The knight drops Brad and wanders off as the final alarm rings. He lethargically pulls the demon weapons from his body and waits for the final announcement that he never hears. And prays for the victory he did not know he had.)