Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-5543592-20150626010710

"By shor he's big." Muttered Caecillius, eying up the shirtless Nord at the opposite end of the ring. "You think I can take him?"

His manager, a Breton named Juan, stood just behind him. "Not a chance.  I've seen this guy take on men twice his size, and get beatings that would kill some and walk away without a scratch.  I'm convinced he's not even human.  Pay is still good though.  Try not to hurt him, otherwise he might break something of your's."

"Got it." Grumbled Caecillius, clearly not liking his chances. He stepped up to Lorcan, the two fighters squaring up in the middle of the ring.

"Keep your hands up." Lorcan muttered.

"What?" Caecillius asked, clearly surprised by Lorcan's mass, now that they were face to face. And he wasn't little. Lorcan was just... built. Caecillius began to take Juan for his word. This guy could probably snap him like a twig. It wasn't that he was wide or tall, he looked about average for a Nord when it came to height, just the absolute strength and bulk of him was practically horrifying. It was a cruel body, designed to inflict as much hurt as possible, like Lorcan had fine-tuned every muscle to their ultimate killing potential.

But Lorcan had already backed away, into his corner, and raised his fists to his waist, and dropped one foot back. It was a lax position, like he was confident Caecillius wouldn't hit him. Which didn't make any sense. Lorcan couldn't have been very fast, and Caecillius certainly was going to hit him.

Then the Nord advanced, all offense. He didn't strike out yet, letting Caecillius do the honors. The Imperial brought his fists up to protect his face and then through out a quick jab at Lorcan, who jerked his head to the side to dodge a second, and then back the other direction to dodge a third. Except the third punch was a hook, and it caught Lorcan right in the cheek. His head snapped to the side, and Caecillius was filled with sense of euphoria at landing a hit.

It was short lived.

Lorcan turned back, his face a mask of rage, and through his own wild punches at Caecillius. They were like battering rams, and all the Imperial could do was protect himself with his arms and wait for a opening  Lorcan lowered his guard, backing off, and Caecillius attacked, leaping forward and throwing a quick punch at Lorcan's face. The Nord swatted it aside and, when Caecillius simultaniously threw a second punch with his opposite hand at the exposed side of Lorcan's face, the Nord drove his forehead into Caecillius knuckles.

There was a sickening crunch, and Caecillius backed up, biting back a scream as he felt every bone in his hand break.

"Should've listening to your  Breton fuckbuddy." Lorcan advised, before cocking Caecillius across the brow with his fist. The Imperial was spun around from the force of the blow, and face-planted into the dirt.

There wasn't much surprise. Lorcan had never lost a fight. It had been surprising at first, given he'd only showed up just a week ago, and they'd almost kicked him out after the second day, but now people were flocking to watch. He was unbeatable. And that drew crowds.


 * Lorcan almost felt a wee bit sorry for them.

He was hitting the road tomorrow.