03-12-2015, 01:01 AM
Morris stood in place with a bored look on his face. His fight was going nowhere while it seemed that others have already moved onto other opponents. As he looked around he spotted another fighter who fought with his fists, albeit with glowing energy surrounding them. He wished so much that he was fighting someone of a similar fighting style than someone who attacked from long range. *"Ah, to fight another man with only our fists. If only I could be so lucky right now."* he though to himself.
An arrow zooms past his head, which snaps Morris out of it. "Ah, right. The one trick elf." he says. "Are you out of arrows yet woman?!" he yelled over to her.
"Shut up and die already!" she yelled back, firing another arrow afterwards.
Morris catches the arrow inches from his head, "I'll take that as a no then!" he yelled. Audible screaming is heard in the distance as Morris turns in the direction of the red-haired boy fighting a man with a scythe. "Oi! Ginger man! Once I'm done with she-elf over here I'm coming for you!"
Gin looked at Morris with a confused expression, and then barely dodged another swing of the scythe.
Morris turned back and looked at Flora, "Right, as much as I appreciate the gift of all of these arrows, I'm going to have to insist you take these back!" he yelled.
Morris then picked up a bunch of arrows and threw them at a surprising speed, nearly hitting Flora as they flew past her. Morris continued the onslaught, picking up all of Flora's arrows he had caught and dropped on the ground up until this point. Flora did her best to avoid the arrows which used to belong to her, unfortunately luck was not on the elf's side that day. An arrow manages to hit he in the leg, knocking her to the ground. Morris stops his volley and uses this chance to close the distance between him and Flora. Before she is able to ready her bow, Morris is already upon her and punches her square in the face. Flora falls unconscious, unable to react fast enough once Morris had gotten within range to fight. With her down, Morris turns his attention towards the red-haired boy and begins his walk over to where he is currently fighting.
Morris walks up behind the scythe wielder and picks him up by the collar. "Excuse me, may I cut in?" he asks rhetorically. Morris proceeds to then throw the man towards the loud Scotsman, who is currently verbally abusing the rogue he is locking swords with. Audible obscenities are heard in the distance as Morris gets into a fighting stance. He gestures for Gin to make the first move. "Come on boyo, I've been wanting a good fisticuffs for a while now. And you seem to be the type that'll be able to give it to me."
Gin looked at the man and began to wonder if everyone at the coliseum was crazy or if he just got stuck with the weird bunch.
"What's the look for? Come on and fight already! This shall be a fight between men!" Morris said.
Gin shrugged and got into a fighting stance as well. The two charge at each other with punches extended. Their fists connect each other, stopping both fighters in their tracks. They both jump backwards, and prepare to attack one another once more. Morris smiled to himself, the force of Gin's punch confirmed what he was hoping for. This would be a fight worthy of his time.
An arrow zooms past his head, which snaps Morris out of it. "Ah, right. The one trick elf." he says. "Are you out of arrows yet woman?!" he yelled over to her.
"Shut up and die already!" she yelled back, firing another arrow afterwards.
Morris catches the arrow inches from his head, "I'll take that as a no then!" he yelled. Audible screaming is heard in the distance as Morris turns in the direction of the red-haired boy fighting a man with a scythe. "Oi! Ginger man! Once I'm done with she-elf over here I'm coming for you!"
Gin looked at Morris with a confused expression, and then barely dodged another swing of the scythe.
Morris turned back and looked at Flora, "Right, as much as I appreciate the gift of all of these arrows, I'm going to have to insist you take these back!" he yelled.
Morris then picked up a bunch of arrows and threw them at a surprising speed, nearly hitting Flora as they flew past her. Morris continued the onslaught, picking up all of Flora's arrows he had caught and dropped on the ground up until this point. Flora did her best to avoid the arrows which used to belong to her, unfortunately luck was not on the elf's side that day. An arrow manages to hit he in the leg, knocking her to the ground. Morris stops his volley and uses this chance to close the distance between him and Flora. Before she is able to ready her bow, Morris is already upon her and punches her square in the face. Flora falls unconscious, unable to react fast enough once Morris had gotten within range to fight. With her down, Morris turns his attention towards the red-haired boy and begins his walk over to where he is currently fighting.
Morris walks up behind the scythe wielder and picks him up by the collar. "Excuse me, may I cut in?" he asks rhetorically. Morris proceeds to then throw the man towards the loud Scotsman, who is currently verbally abusing the rogue he is locking swords with. Audible obscenities are heard in the distance as Morris gets into a fighting stance. He gestures for Gin to make the first move. "Come on boyo, I've been wanting a good fisticuffs for a while now. And you seem to be the type that'll be able to give it to me."
Gin looked at the man and began to wonder if everyone at the coliseum was crazy or if he just got stuck with the weird bunch.
"What's the look for? Come on and fight already! This shall be a fight between men!" Morris said.
Gin shrugged and got into a fighting stance as well. The two charge at each other with punches extended. Their fists connect each other, stopping both fighters in their tracks. They both jump backwards, and prepare to attack one another once more. Morris smiled to himself, the force of Gin's punch confirmed what he was hoping for. This would be a fight worthy of his time.
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