Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-25808351-20171124141911

(Doc/S9/Flame) Kurga grunts as her opponent's knee slams to her gut. Her vice like grip loosens on the Amazon for a moment and her opponent capitalizes. The Amazoness free a hand and delivers a power punch to Kurga's cheek, causing the Ogre to stagger backwards. The Amazoness continues this new found momentum by advancing on Kurga and delivering a series of powerful blows.

Though it looks bad for Kurga, nobody truly knows except Marcus that Kurga was having fun. Slowly she begins to gain her footing. Finally the Amazoness goes for a finishing strike with her blade. She flips it around for show and then sets the blade straight at Kurga and thrusts it forward. Kurga looks up and shows the Amazoness a toothy grin for a slit second before dodging sideways and charging forward. The Ogre crashes into her opponent and lock her into a hold.

"Damn you're tough, I like women strength like yours. Ya single? Wanna get a few drinks after all this is over?" Kurga gives her a wink.

Meanwhile Marcus spins around as Eothred leaps from his horse. Marcus is now ready to continue with the impression he made. As Eothred strikes with his blade, Marcus grabs it with hand. Eothred lands on the ground, his sword locked in the powerful grip of his opponent.

"You're good, Eothred. Damn good. You're one of the most competent human fighters I've faced in many years. The fact that you stuck around despite all this shit (Marcus points over his shoulder to the devastation he created.) only goes to show the steel in your soul." Eothred doesn't realize the Marcus is actually looking at Eothred's soul, his only clue that this is happening is that Marcus sky blue eyes are glowing.

To Marcus, Eothred soul is a flame that is white in color with a hint of blue down at the bottom. It burns with pride, but occasionally it wavers with Eothred's doubt. Marcus' eyes return to normal and smirks at Eothred, his grip on the sword still strong. "You don't have a fuckin chance, but you won't go down without a fight either.... I'll raise a mug in your name later." Marcus then lets go of Eothred's sword and takes a stance. He raises his fists up like a boxer and roots himself.

"Eothred, I'm going to end this. So give me your best shot!"