Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-5583506-20150307015519

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: "That's horrible." Agreed Perdix. What was it with people and killing each other? Perdix definately sympathized with the Ghost-Wolf's plight, and saw the reason behind the Matriarch's descision to challenge the Cave-Bear patriarch.

"I hope Sai is with her." He murmured to himself.

As Valkyrie stepped out, Perdix's eyes widened a tad bit. He'd imagined someone in their late thirties or forties. This woman was about his age, maybe even younger. She wasn't a massive warrior, her build was slighter than Perdix's- not that the Imperial was a small man. His father had been an ox of a man.

And she didn't look like a grizzled veteran. Perdix thought she was stunning. Breaded Man had painted the totally wrong picture for him. Then again, when people pictured the Gray Fox, Perdix wasn't always the image that came to mind. As the two warriors armored up, Perdix wondered what a Cave-Bear victory meant. If the Ghost-Wolf's were Skyrim's best chance at a winning fight against the Dragon Priests, what would happen if their leader was dead? "Horrible indeed", replied Torsdolk. "There just doesn't seem to be any love or respect in this world for us lycanthropes. Clan Cave-Bear is the living proof of that. Hopefully, they will get off their high horse once Valkyrie knocks their Patriarch into the dust, in his own blood..."

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Valkyrie rested Frostbite over her shoulder and kissed the greatsword for good measure, before she stepped out in the center of the fighting pit to the rumble of hands slamming down into the gunnel of the spectator seats. Each one eager to see some bloodshed.

Sturkas suited up. His son Armstark crowned him with a full helmet with a small gap. The man was tall, broad and thick in his hardened leather armor. Dark fur was striped alongside its arms and collar. On his hands he wore thick gauntlets made out of werewolf skin. And in his hand he held it... Wolf's Bane... The dreaded greataxe of Clan Cave-Bear.

Valkyrie shuddered at the thought of how many proud clanmembers had fallen to the sharpened blade of the werewolf-slaying axe.

Sturkas approached the center of the fighting pit with slow, lumbering, heavy steps. The very ground seemingly quaked as he approached her. The only thing sticking out of his helmet was his thick, grizzled beard.

She glared at the big man. "Before I kill you, I want to hear your confession. I want you to confess before all of these people how you unjustly murdered my family."

Sturkas scoffed. "Har! Confess?! What do I need to confess?! I just came hear to smear another pathetic werewolf bitch's blood all over the walls, in a duel which you agreed to."

"Still though", said Valkyrie and readied Frostbite, holding out the edged blade in front of her. "I will have that confession one way or another. I will not let you die, before I have heard it from your very lips."

Sturkas adjusted the grip around Wolf's Bane and positioned himself into a battle stance. "The only thing you will hear from me this day, you wolfish whore, will be the sound of my axe buried in your skull. Filthy lycanthrope!"

Sturkas made a sudden lunge without the signal for the battle having been blown. There was no stopping it now. The battle was in motion...