Day 24
Round 2
"Slowly moving into the arena is (86) Glorqon the silent gelatinous mass. Stomping in opposite is a stubborn, smelly, meddling dwarf Og'rialt and his louse companion. Yes, I see you poking your little head out from his beard. There is no hiding from me."
The arena stays as it is.
** Fight 24 **
* Dice Roll 1 *
(86) Glorqon rolls 9
(6) Lucy rolls 7
Og'rialt advances while slapping his battle axe against the palm of his hand. Lucy telepathically tells him to aim for the head. "Where would that be exactly?" grumbles the dwarf.
Og'rialt strikes Glorqon with all his might but the sentient jelly absorbs the impact, sending ripples of pain down Og'rialt's arm and knocking Lucy free of his beard. She hits the ground with a tiny 'oof'.
* Dice Roll 2 *
(86) Glorqon rolls 10
(6) Lucy rolls 8
Glorqon slides forward and envelopes the dwarf, looking to subdue rather than kill him. Lucy's head throbbing from Og'rialt's mental pleas for help, she dons her battle helmet, adopts a grim look of determination and summons her many caterpillar followers.
Glorqon slowly backs away from the tiny army of hungry creatures leaving Og'rialt lying on the ground, gasping for breath.
* Dice Roll 3 *
(86) Glorqon rolls 11
(6) Lucy rolls 8
Lightening crackles down from the shadowed alcove, smiting the caterpillars from existence. "Whoopsie" chuckles the ringmaster. The startled louse finds herself being lifted by an invisible force and sped up to the shadowy figures seat.
As Og'rialt struggles to his feet Glorqon inches forward and smothers the stocky hero again. Og'rialt fights to break free but eventually succumbs to a lack of oxygen and falls unconscious. The blob moves back, not wanting to cause any permanent damage.
The shadowy figure holds Lucy in the air in front of him. "It is time for you to know what you are up against my fat little friend" he cackles evilly. The hood falls back from his head so that Lucy, and Lucy alone, can see his face.
The crowd in the arena recoil as they are all struck by the mental shriek of terror that Lucy emits.
Glorqon slowly slides out of the arena.
Og'rialt is at the bar comforting a still shaking Lucy, who is sipping a tiny glass of whisky to calm her nerves.
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"Beaming into the arena from his spaceship is (22) Colonel Ben K'Neill. Cocky space hero and defender of Earth.
Opposite is dark-skinned mercenary (5) Beldarion, his magical fiery bastard sword Waihyra gripped firmly in his right hand."
Beldarion looks up at the shadowy alcove nervously having been tasked with confronting the ringmaster by a scheming
dwarf. He thinks better of it.
The arena is a fighting pit.
** Fight 25 **
* Dice Roll 1 *
(22) Colonel Ben K'Neill rolls 5
(5) Beldarion rolls 4
Colonel Ben K'Neill pulls out his P90 sub-machine gun and starts firing. Beldarion is forced into a series of desperate dives and rolls to avoid being blasted, eventually getting behind a pillar for safety.
"That was a close shave, eh Baldy?" quips Colonel Ben K'Neill.
* Dice Roll 2 *
(22) Colonel Ben K'Neill rolls 9
(5) Beldarion rolls 7
Beldarion charges with Waihyra raised, ready to strike. "By the power of Mumm-Ra!" he yells but is stopped in his tracks as Colonel Ben K'Neill blasts him in the chest with his Zat gun, leaving the warrior on his knees stunned as smoke rises from his chainmail.
* Dice Roll 3 *
(22) Colonel Ben K'Neill rolls 5
(5) Beldarion rolls 3
Colonel Ben K'Neill walks over to his struggling opponent and says "Nice outfit, where did you get it from, the 1970s?" He laughs to himself.
Beldarion looks sideways at the spaceman, confusion etched on his face.
Annoyed at the mercenary rudely not laughing at his joke, Ben kicks him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
Colonel Ben K'Neill walks away gingerly while whispering "note to myself, don't kick people wearing armour".
* Dice Roll 4 *
Beldarion receives a -1 penalty to his next dice roll.
(22) Colonel Ben K'Neill rolls 6
(5) Beldarion rolls 4 (-1) = 3
Colonel Ben K'Neill contacts his spaceship "I'm ready to return but rather than beaming me up, land in the arena and make a show of it for the crowd."
"Aye, aye Colonel" is the reply.
The spaceship slowly descends and manoeuvres to land in front of the Colonel. Unfortunately the pilot doesn't notice that there is another figure lying prone on the ground.
Beldarion looks up to see several hundred tonnes of metal approaching and spits "By the luckless Gods of Karsiask!" just before being flattened.
Colonel Ben K'Neill runs his hands through his hair and sighs "What I would give for a competent crew".
Colonel Ben K'Neill flies out of the arena aboard his spaceship.
Beldarion is sat at the bar drinking and glowering at anyone who tries to sit next to him.
The band plays
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUkzeevo0eA&ab_channel=BombTheBassVEVO
