Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20151031193522/@comment-3293219-20151105201745

Nepht froze on the spot, shivering in pure terror as her opponent stepped out of the dark bloodworks, his hungry eyes remained fixated on the young Dunmer, hungry for her flesh and other things.

The Dunmer's stomach hollowed and her head went light, her eyes began to blur and her ears began to ring as her brain practically tripped over itself, processing what was happening before her. Eventually, her hands went lax and she dropped her sword and shield to the ground, shivering on the spot as he reached down for his belt, drawing his cleaver-like sword from his hip.

Edgar grinned as he saw the effect that he had on her, ready to finish what business she had started, all those years ago, when she defied him. That stupid bitch wouldn't get in the way this time, Nepht would know the true wrath of Edgar.

He simply marched over to her as she trembled on the spot, Nepht was by no means fearful of anything but... Edgar was like her own, personal boogieman. The only person who kept him at bay was... Nish.

The gap between slowly narrowed as Edgar drew in closer, bathing himself in the fear that radiated from her aura. The tears that formed in her eyes and began to roll down her cheeks, he looked forward to licking them dry.

As only three, maybe four feet was left between them, Edgar decided to intimdate her by stamping his foot down, lunging forward and growling at her. Nepht involuntarily screamed, falling back to the floor and clasping her hands over her ears, shivering on the spot.

''Just go back to being dead... please!''

The Dunmer's prayers quickly recieved a response, by way of a boot to the face, prompting her to cry out as her head flung backwards and she was knocked to the floor, lay flat out on her back.

Edgar just grinned at how easy this was as he approached the young Dunmer,who simply stared at him as her chest inflated and deflated in rapid succession. He quickly strode over her raised knee and mounted her, grabbing hold of her throat and forcing her to look into his crazed eye.

"Long time no see girly..." He uttered, giving her his dark grin as his hand slowly slid down his neck, grazing her left breast and forming his hand around it.

"My my... Haven't you grown?"

Nepht gasped, swallowing, despite the fact that her mouth was as dry as a Hammerfellion Desert, frantically looking around for someone, anyone to intervene. She wasn't thinking about the arena, or anything else, she just wanted to be free of him.

He was supposed to be dead!

"We've got a lot of catching up to do... Haven't we?" He reminded her, giving her a faint chuckle as he slowly inched his face towards her neck, readying his blood bathed tongue. Nepht could feel his breath on her neck, smell traces of the fowl stench of rotten meat that carried its way over to her nostrils. Where was Eilonwyn? Where was Manja? Where was Nish?

Where was her mother?

She shivered on the spot, creasing up her face as she tried to mentally escape the situation, revisiting the trauma of her childhood. The light of which was long since extinguished... She was so afraid, so alone, back in the same hell hole that she was so desperate to escape from.

But... Why? Why did she come here? Following the stories of a dead man, wishing to be like him, well, she got her wish. She was about to be defialed and killed by the thing she feared most and all she was doing was lying still, frozen on the spot, just letting it happen.

N-No...

That wasn't what she was following, people like Nish, yes, they always die but there was a difference between men like Nish and normal men.

Nepht realised this, just as the tip of Edgar's tongue poked her neck and slowly dragged itself along, she shivered at its touch and cried out, not in terror this time but rage. Pure unadulterated rage.

Her raised knee instantly shot up, slamming straight into Edgar's crotch, causing him to bite down on his tongue as he cried out in pain. Nepht took this opportunity to throw him off, quickly squabbling to her feet as she rushed off to grab her weapons.

People like her and Nish, they never went down without a fight and if there was one chance to rid the world of scum like Edgar, then they'd take it.

The Dunmer picked up her sword and shield, frantically snatching at it as she spun around, seeing that Edgar was scrambling to his feet, readying his cleaver. He looked even more pissed off than she did, if that was even possible.

Still, Nepht charged over ot him, crying out in rage as she brought her sword down on him, though she found that it met her opponent's weapon, with an almighty clash, that caused the audience to errupt into cheer.

The Strength in Edgar's one armed wained in Edgar's as he grit his teeth, spitting a mouthful of blood onto Nepht's shirt.

"D-Damn... bitch, you've just made it so much worse for yourself!" He hissed, locking eyes with her as their murderous glares met.

"You might... Destroy me..." Nepht uttered, her voice was strained, by the fact that most of her strength was being reserved for the fight.

"But I will not...

Live.

In fear!" She jumped back and smashed her shield across Edgar's face, causing him to fall to the ground once more before she rushed over to his side and drove her sword down onto his back, hoping to impale him.

The Breton quickly rolled out of the way, causing Nepht's sword to pierce the ground instead and giving him ample opportunity to kick her in the knee, causing her to cry out as she staggered away, shaking as she did her best to suppress the pain.

Edgar took this as an opportunity and jumped up to his feet, he roard in fury as he rushed over to her, slashing his cleaver horizontally, straight into the Dunmer's shield. The Breton continued to drive his cleaver down onto the shield as if he was punishing her for having the audacity to defend herself.

At this point, he no longer had a plan, he just wanted Nepht to scream before she died and he had plenty of ways to make her do that.

Nepht winced and stumbled back as she was hit, repeatedly with the cleaver, her shield being her only line of defence, her arm weakening with every strike. Eventually, Edgar had managed to put enough relentless force on it that he caused it to falter, leaving her open for one final blow.

The Breton grinned as he saw his chance and he immediately took it, driving his cleaver down onto her. Thinking quickly or not at all, Nepht swung her shortsword at him, hoping ot have them clash, though she did very little by way of aiming.

As a result of this, she completely missed his blade and ended up swinging it a few inches behind it, slicing through his wrist and dislodging his hand. The Cannibal's hand flew off, across the arena, along with his weapon as he cried out in pain and his stump fountained blood.

Edgar quickly went pale as he slowly lowered down to his knees, shivering as he went into shock and pain shot through his entire body. It was obvious that he'd lost all sentience as he was too fixated on the fountaining blood to even notice that Nepht had brought her sword up into the air and was driving it down.

The longsword cleaved through the defeated contestant's skull, killing them instantly. Remorseless, the victor swiftly jerked their weapon out of their fallen enemy's head and let them fall back down to the ground...