02-10-2018, 01:28 PM
The red eyes, peering out of the darkness, casually glanced over the arena floor. The beady eyes passed over Gilgamesh before quickly focusing back onto him. The figure began to step forward, his every step causing tremors to rumble throughout the coliseum’s floor. The darkness that enveloped him, steadily retreated to reveal the monstrosity that had stepped into the arena. He was a massive, hulking abomination made of pure muscle and sickly yellow flesh. His expression completely bored as he sauntered into the arena.
The announcer at the top of the arena peered down and giddily laughed in excitement. “Oh do we have a special treat for you. Facing the stubborn golden prime is the Prince of Pain himself. Allanon and his horde of hell hounds!” Gilgamesh raised his head to gaze upon the imbecile of an announcer, watching him squirm in his seat in excitement. Finally, someone of importance is here to fight me. Gilgamesh let an all too eager grin rise to his face as he stared at Allanon.
Allanon didn’t seem too pleased with the smug excitement Gilgamesh displayed so proudly. The monster rolled it's eyes and let out a disgruntled scoff. He lazily looked towards the darkness and clicked his tongue. He snapped a few times before pointing at Gil. Allanon then put his back to the wall, lazily watching the gladiators and yawning. Gilgamesh’s eye twitched in anger and he clenched his fists, What does this mongrel think he is doing. I have earned the right to fight him and now he wants me to prove myself? Gilgamesh turned to the wall where he had eyed his sword but it was gone.
The other contestants of the arena had the right idea, and Gilgamesh was late to the party. The walls were now sparse with weaponry as Gilgamesh had spent too much time sizing up the mongrel before him. He scanned the walls of the arena, looking for anything that would be of use in this fight. The walls, however, were barren much like the Dunes he had called home.
A deep, guttural growl echoed through the arena and Gil’s heart stopped for a split second. He slowly turned his head to see quite aptly described as a horde of skinless, four-legged beasts. Their maws, jutting comically large teeth, took up their entire face with no eyes anywhere on the beast. The beasts let out a demonic roar before charging into the battlefield.
Gilgamesh turned, eying one of his fellow gladiators that wielded a sword. His stance was quite poor, as if he were a thief holding a knife, and his hands shaking, forcing the blade to rock back and forth in his hands. Gil walked over to the gladiator, grabbing onto the hilt of the blade before stomping his foot into the gladiator’s chest. The weak-willed gladiator fell to the ground, eating the dirt, weaponless. With his newly obtained sword, Gilgamesh didn’t waste a second before quickly slashing at the defenseless man’s throat.
“Be honored that you died for my safety. I’ll make much better use of this blade than you would have.” Gil could hardly spit out the retort before the beasts were upon him. I need to learn when to stop talking, he thought as one of the fleshy horrors had pounced upon Gilgamesh. The force had knocked him onto the ground kicking up dust and knocking the air out of him. The rusty sword clanged out of his hand and ended up feet away from him. Fear crawled up his throat and he made the foolish decision to reach for his weapon. The hellhound wasted no time and snapped at his throat. Gil rushed to protect his neck by placing his other arm in front of the rabid beast, having his arm become the hellhound’s chew toy. His arm was fully extending, the hilt of the blade was at the tip of his fingertips. His vision began to fade into black as he could feel his bone crack in between the monster’s jaw. Not like this. Destroyed by a mutt while my real opponent is watching. The hound on top of him whimpered and his ferocious jaw let go of Gil arm before slumping off of him. A hand was offered to him, helping him up and handing him back the sword he had stolen.
“I can’t believe it’s come to this, but be grateful I saved your ass. Princess.” Jonas smiled a bit, proudly boasting of his accomplishment. His cheerfulness didn’t last long as his mood quickly reflected mood of battle. The child was a lot more threatening than previously thought.
“Do you expect me to be grateful?” Gilgamesh slyly retorted. Their backs were now pressed together, watching each other’s blind spot. Gil looked at his left arm, and could see his bleeding arm with white bone to contrast the deep red. Another hellhound pounced, attempting to knock Gilgamesh over again, but Gil rose his sword to meet the horror’s flesh. It dangled off his sword for a bit before slowly slumping off onto the ground. He followed with a quick stab in it’s head. Onslaughts of the hellhounds came, each managing to bite shallowly into Gilgamesh’s flesh before being quickly slaughtered.
“No! No! Please have mercy!” Gilgamesh had heard another gladiator yell. His head turned for a split second to see that a gladiator had tried to fight Allanon but now was in the enormous monster’s hands above his head. The man’s cries turned into horrific screams of pain as Allanon decided to exert a little effort and ripped the man in half over his head and tossed his lifeless body to the ground. The monster’s brute strength repulsed him, relying on such barbarity to end his opponents. Gil will be glad when he ends Allanon’s life.
The hellhounds were ripping flesh of the dead gladiators and messily gorging themselves on the flesh. Gil walked over to one of the feasting hellhounds, happily chewing on a dead gladiator’s bone. “Gil. What are you doing? We need to lay low!” Jonas hissed. The horror hissed at Gilgamesh, raising from its comfortable position looking to pounce. Gilgamesh hacked into the hellhounds skull, nearly cleaving it into two. Other’s quickly noticed the aggressive meat that hasn’t been culled and began to encircle Gil. Out of the corner of his eye, Jonas slowly backed away into the shadows.
A hellhound from behind bit a chunk out of Gilgamesh’s calve. As he felt the piece of flesh be ripped out of his body he bright his sword down into the beast's body. Another had pounced, but Gilgamesh caught its body mid-air and tossed it at another hellhound. He dug the blade out of the hellhound and walked over to the two that were dazed by the fall and swiftly cut them down. A sharp pain erupted into his shoulder. Gilgamesh pulled off the new horror and and threw it onto the ground, before stomping its skull. He turned his head around to see any new threat but saw nothing but the carnage that the battlefield had become.
Exhausted, Gilgamesh fell to a knee, bleeding heavily out of nearly limb. Jonas slid out of the shadows to greet Gil. “I can’t believe you did it you bastard,” was the only thing that could escape his mouth. Blood tricked out of his mouth and he surprisingly looked down to see a sword in his chest cavity. A confused expression crossed his face before he slumped off Gil’s blade and onto the ground. Gil bent over and ripped off the shirt of off Jonas and bandaged his heavily bleeding arm and leg before turning to the demonic Allanon.
“Now that your bastardized pets have wounded me, I would now say that this is a fair fight.”
The announcer at the top of the arena peered down and giddily laughed in excitement. “Oh do we have a special treat for you. Facing the stubborn golden prime is the Prince of Pain himself. Allanon and his horde of hell hounds!” Gilgamesh raised his head to gaze upon the imbecile of an announcer, watching him squirm in his seat in excitement. Finally, someone of importance is here to fight me. Gilgamesh let an all too eager grin rise to his face as he stared at Allanon.
Allanon didn’t seem too pleased with the smug excitement Gilgamesh displayed so proudly. The monster rolled it's eyes and let out a disgruntled scoff. He lazily looked towards the darkness and clicked his tongue. He snapped a few times before pointing at Gil. Allanon then put his back to the wall, lazily watching the gladiators and yawning. Gilgamesh’s eye twitched in anger and he clenched his fists, What does this mongrel think he is doing. I have earned the right to fight him and now he wants me to prove myself? Gilgamesh turned to the wall where he had eyed his sword but it was gone.
The other contestants of the arena had the right idea, and Gilgamesh was late to the party. The walls were now sparse with weaponry as Gilgamesh had spent too much time sizing up the mongrel before him. He scanned the walls of the arena, looking for anything that would be of use in this fight. The walls, however, were barren much like the Dunes he had called home.
A deep, guttural growl echoed through the arena and Gil’s heart stopped for a split second. He slowly turned his head to see quite aptly described as a horde of skinless, four-legged beasts. Their maws, jutting comically large teeth, took up their entire face with no eyes anywhere on the beast. The beasts let out a demonic roar before charging into the battlefield.
Gilgamesh turned, eying one of his fellow gladiators that wielded a sword. His stance was quite poor, as if he were a thief holding a knife, and his hands shaking, forcing the blade to rock back and forth in his hands. Gil walked over to the gladiator, grabbing onto the hilt of the blade before stomping his foot into the gladiator’s chest. The weak-willed gladiator fell to the ground, eating the dirt, weaponless. With his newly obtained sword, Gilgamesh didn’t waste a second before quickly slashing at the defenseless man’s throat.
“Be honored that you died for my safety. I’ll make much better use of this blade than you would have.” Gil could hardly spit out the retort before the beasts were upon him. I need to learn when to stop talking, he thought as one of the fleshy horrors had pounced upon Gilgamesh. The force had knocked him onto the ground kicking up dust and knocking the air out of him. The rusty sword clanged out of his hand and ended up feet away from him. Fear crawled up his throat and he made the foolish decision to reach for his weapon. The hellhound wasted no time and snapped at his throat. Gil rushed to protect his neck by placing his other arm in front of the rabid beast, having his arm become the hellhound’s chew toy. His arm was fully extending, the hilt of the blade was at the tip of his fingertips. His vision began to fade into black as he could feel his bone crack in between the monster’s jaw. Not like this. Destroyed by a mutt while my real opponent is watching. The hound on top of him whimpered and his ferocious jaw let go of Gil arm before slumping off of him. A hand was offered to him, helping him up and handing him back the sword he had stolen.
“I can’t believe it’s come to this, but be grateful I saved your ass. Princess.” Jonas smiled a bit, proudly boasting of his accomplishment. His cheerfulness didn’t last long as his mood quickly reflected mood of battle. The child was a lot more threatening than previously thought.
“Do you expect me to be grateful?” Gilgamesh slyly retorted. Their backs were now pressed together, watching each other’s blind spot. Gil looked at his left arm, and could see his bleeding arm with white bone to contrast the deep red. Another hellhound pounced, attempting to knock Gilgamesh over again, but Gil rose his sword to meet the horror’s flesh. It dangled off his sword for a bit before slowly slumping off onto the ground. He followed with a quick stab in it’s head. Onslaughts of the hellhounds came, each managing to bite shallowly into Gilgamesh’s flesh before being quickly slaughtered.
“No! No! Please have mercy!” Gilgamesh had heard another gladiator yell. His head turned for a split second to see that a gladiator had tried to fight Allanon but now was in the enormous monster’s hands above his head. The man’s cries turned into horrific screams of pain as Allanon decided to exert a little effort and ripped the man in half over his head and tossed his lifeless body to the ground. The monster’s brute strength repulsed him, relying on such barbarity to end his opponents. Gil will be glad when he ends Allanon’s life.
The hellhounds were ripping flesh of the dead gladiators and messily gorging themselves on the flesh. Gil walked over to one of the feasting hellhounds, happily chewing on a dead gladiator’s bone. “Gil. What are you doing? We need to lay low!” Jonas hissed. The horror hissed at Gilgamesh, raising from its comfortable position looking to pounce. Gilgamesh hacked into the hellhounds skull, nearly cleaving it into two. Other’s quickly noticed the aggressive meat that hasn’t been culled and began to encircle Gil. Out of the corner of his eye, Jonas slowly backed away into the shadows.
A hellhound from behind bit a chunk out of Gilgamesh’s calve. As he felt the piece of flesh be ripped out of his body he bright his sword down into the beast's body. Another had pounced, but Gilgamesh caught its body mid-air and tossed it at another hellhound. He dug the blade out of the hellhound and walked over to the two that were dazed by the fall and swiftly cut them down. A sharp pain erupted into his shoulder. Gilgamesh pulled off the new horror and and threw it onto the ground, before stomping its skull. He turned his head around to see any new threat but saw nothing but the carnage that the battlefield had become.
Exhausted, Gilgamesh fell to a knee, bleeding heavily out of nearly limb. Jonas slid out of the shadows to greet Gil. “I can’t believe you did it you bastard,” was the only thing that could escape his mouth. Blood tricked out of his mouth and he surprisingly looked down to see a sword in his chest cavity. A confused expression crossed his face before he slumped off Gil’s blade and onto the ground. Gil bent over and ripped off the shirt of off Jonas and bandaged his heavily bleeding arm and leg before turning to the demonic Allanon.
“Now that your bastardized pets have wounded me, I would now say that this is a fair fight.”
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