02-12-2018, 10:03 PM
Gilgamesh bashed his boot against the wooden bench of the cell, breaking the flimsy wooden piece. The rest of the gladiators huddles in the corner far away from Gilgamesh, wary of his sudden and unexplained betrayal. Gilgamesh grabbed one of the wooden planks and smashed it against the bars letting out a primal roar. The Goblin Guard looked up lazily from his seat, already used to how the prime dealt with his unpleasant deaths. “Come on Goldy, we just had that bed replaced. You’re making this place hell for me now.” The goblin defeatedly remarked. His words fell upon deaf ears as the gilded king continued on his temper tantrum, slinging broken pieces of wood and stones as frequently as he threw curses.
The goblin sighed with an irritated tone and walked up to the bars. “Hey, if it makes you feel better no one has made Allanon bleed in a long time. The brute may be strong but you have some real skill.” Gilgamesh stopped his rampage in his tracks, holding a scrawny gladiator over his head. Dropping the gladiator onto the floor he dropped down in thought.
“See, doesn’t that make you feel better? Now ple-” Gilgamesh cut off the goblin in the middle of his sentence. “Silence guard.” Gilgamesh put his face in his palms before smacking the post-death grogginess out of his head. Of course. There’s no way I can compete with that brute’s physical capabilities. But he is just that. A brute. Gil slided over to the corner and rested his head against the cool wall before looking up at the goblin.
“Thanks,” was the only word that escaped his lips before he closed his eyes. The goblin was taken aback, looking like the King had just struck him. The earnest gratitude was a complete one-eighty from the King’s established priority. The goblin muttered to himself before going back to sit upon his chair, “These fucking deaths must have had some change in you.”
The goblin didn’t know the half of it. Each death, leading to a horrifying nightmare. Every consecutive one, longer and more painful than the last. Gilgamesh wasn’t afraid of death when he was back alive, but now. His thoughts drifted away as he tried to calm himself. Enraging himself wasn’t going to do any favors and now that he exerted his only “friend”, he no longer has the trust of ANY gladiator.
The goblin put his hand up to an ear and mumbling buzzed into his ear. He nodded flatly while mumbling some quick one liners, “Yes...Uh huh...Of course, right away.” His hand dropped from his ear and he lazily stood from his seat waving at Gilgamesh.
“Man, ever since you’ve come the arena has been busy. This job used to be so easy.” The Goblin sighed, seeming to reminisce of easier times. “Come on you.” All the gladiators in the room began to get up before the Goblin waved them down. “Just Goldy this time.” The rest of the room sighed a breath of relief while Gil continued to the door. He led the way, with the Goblin treading slowly behind him until the came into the elevator to the Arena. Gilgamesh remained quite up until this point, and the Goblin had a look of uneasiness to him. As the cogs began to whirr and the elevator began to rise, the Goblin spoke. “Hey Goldy, try not to get yourself killed.” His face flustered before quickly continuing onto the next sentence, “You’re a real bitch to clean up after you have your little tantrum.” Gilgamesh smiled and nodded before looking up towards the entrance of the arena. Every time he came back, he was thrown into another fight. He’s been meaning to ask how long he stays dead. Hopefully he won’t have to.
The bright light of this place’s infernal sun shined like a beamlight and the familiar cheering of the crowd seemed almost deafening. As Gilgamesh reached the arena’s pit, he noticed that the stadium was completely filled. A few of them had homemade signs that showed a crude likeness to Gil, and had “Get’em Goldy” written in hopefully red paint.
“The Evil Horde of Diablo, do I have the fight for you today. The Golden Prime is back from the dead!” The announcers annoying voice echoes through the arena as usual. Gilgamesh turned his head towards the top of the coliseum to look at the annoying mongrel, to see a familiar face sitting next to him. “Allanon,” the Gilded King growled. He walked over to the wall to grab a rusty sword before returning to the middle of the battlefield.
“His opponent today is someone more of his caliber. Welcome his challenger, The Demon of Slaughter!” Gil’s attention was brought to the other side of the arena, where this ‘Demon’ would be. The monster’s skill was a crimson red, his face only having four eyes and no mouth. His ears curved like a scythe, and his weaponry reflected that. The creatures scythe burned with a bright red flame, promising to sear Gilgamesh’s kingly flesh.
Without hesitation the beast was off. His incredible speed brought him in front of Gilgamesh, swinging his flaming scythe at Gil’s head. Gilgamesh brought his sword up, blocking the scythe from decapitating him, but the flame singed the hairs of his neck. Gilgamesh knocked the scythe away to make an attack but the creature was too quick. As soon as the scythe was parried, the creature made another swing. Each time the creature swinged, Gilgamesh had only enough time to barely block the blade. Taking steps back, hoping to gain some sort of time or advantage, he eventually was pressed against the wall. The demon made an overhead swing and Gil rolled underneath the creature, with just enough time to make a piercing wound in the creatures’ back.
The demon didn’t respond with any pain, but instead pulled his scythe from its place within the wall and made another attack. The eyes of the demon narrowed, its attacks more intense than before. The swings of his scythe became more powerful and swung with greater frequency. Gilgamesh tired from just blocking alone and his skin began to become red with minor burns. The creature feigned a swing and Gil was too tired to catch onto it. The demon’s scythe then buried itself into Gilgamesh’s forearm, singing and cauterizing the flesh as it pierced him. Gil kicked the creature off of him and retreated quickly.
I can’t win in swordplay against this creature. I need to be able to use my treasures. As the creature swung itself up off the ground Gil tried to open his Gate of Babylon. Sparks of gold flew into existence for a mere moment before fading into nothingness. A flutter of hope flew into his heart before a massive migraine pounded into his head. The demon wasted no time and flew itself onto Gil. Gilgamesh managed to deflect the blade from cutting off his shoulder into piercing his thigh. The smell of his own burning flesh was nauseating and the pain was enough to make his vision blurred. While the scythe was still embedded in his leg, he beat the demon with the hilt of his sword. It fell on its ass as Gilgamesh ripped the scythe out of his leg and tossed it aside. The flames not dying down for a second, his hands burning as he removed it from his injured leg.
Gilgamesh attempted to open his Gates of Babylon once more, allowing the flickering of gold to stay in existence for a second before whimpering out. A sharp pain stung in Gil’s stomach as he felt as if he had attempted to lift more than he could handle. The unarmed demon was already upon him, pouncing upon the Gilded King. The King’s hand barely holding the creature’s iron claws from shredding his face.
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Allanon looked unamused. The Demon of Slaughter was the clear victor, he has been in this position before. Allanon did not care to see the Golden Primes slaughter, it did not interest him. Just because the prime had tenacity doesn’t mean he had what it took to be of interest. Allanon, bored out of his mind, got up from his seat and began to exit the arena.
Seconds after his back was turned the announcer stumbled out of his seat, practically screaming, “Oh my god! Goldy turned this fight around with some tricks up his sleeve. This is amazing folks, I’ve never seen anything like it. Holy Shit!”
Allanon raised an eyebrow, had the Prime done something of excitement or had the announcer overhyped the battle as he always does? He turned around to observe how his opponent had turned the tides-
Allanon turned around to see a spear flying towards his stomach. As it was about to impact, Allanon grabbed the spear by the shaft, sliding along the concrete floor carried by its momentum. The tip just pressing against the soft flesh of his belly before he dropped it to the ground. He walked over to the edge of the podium to see the King smiling smugly in the arena below.
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Gil had managed to keep his Gate open long enough to send a spear flying through. He turned to look over at his recent kill, three of his treasures embedded in the monster’s back. Gil stopped, doubling over in pain before vomiting black blood on the arena floor. The announcer, however, stopped commenting upon Gilgamesh’s every move. I guess he made quite the impression. Gilgamesh wobbled onto his feet, wiping a trail of blood from his mouth. Speaking with vindication even though his true opponent couldn’t hear him.
“That wasn’t even my fifty percent.”
The goblin sighed with an irritated tone and walked up to the bars. “Hey, if it makes you feel better no one has made Allanon bleed in a long time. The brute may be strong but you have some real skill.” Gilgamesh stopped his rampage in his tracks, holding a scrawny gladiator over his head. Dropping the gladiator onto the floor he dropped down in thought.
“See, doesn’t that make you feel better? Now ple-” Gilgamesh cut off the goblin in the middle of his sentence. “Silence guard.” Gilgamesh put his face in his palms before smacking the post-death grogginess out of his head. Of course. There’s no way I can compete with that brute’s physical capabilities. But he is just that. A brute. Gil slided over to the corner and rested his head against the cool wall before looking up at the goblin.
“Thanks,” was the only word that escaped his lips before he closed his eyes. The goblin was taken aback, looking like the King had just struck him. The earnest gratitude was a complete one-eighty from the King’s established priority. The goblin muttered to himself before going back to sit upon his chair, “These fucking deaths must have had some change in you.”
The goblin didn’t know the half of it. Each death, leading to a horrifying nightmare. Every consecutive one, longer and more painful than the last. Gilgamesh wasn’t afraid of death when he was back alive, but now. His thoughts drifted away as he tried to calm himself. Enraging himself wasn’t going to do any favors and now that he exerted his only “friend”, he no longer has the trust of ANY gladiator.
The goblin put his hand up to an ear and mumbling buzzed into his ear. He nodded flatly while mumbling some quick one liners, “Yes...Uh huh...Of course, right away.” His hand dropped from his ear and he lazily stood from his seat waving at Gilgamesh.
“Man, ever since you’ve come the arena has been busy. This job used to be so easy.” The Goblin sighed, seeming to reminisce of easier times. “Come on you.” All the gladiators in the room began to get up before the Goblin waved them down. “Just Goldy this time.” The rest of the room sighed a breath of relief while Gil continued to the door. He led the way, with the Goblin treading slowly behind him until the came into the elevator to the Arena. Gilgamesh remained quite up until this point, and the Goblin had a look of uneasiness to him. As the cogs began to whirr and the elevator began to rise, the Goblin spoke. “Hey Goldy, try not to get yourself killed.” His face flustered before quickly continuing onto the next sentence, “You’re a real bitch to clean up after you have your little tantrum.” Gilgamesh smiled and nodded before looking up towards the entrance of the arena. Every time he came back, he was thrown into another fight. He’s been meaning to ask how long he stays dead. Hopefully he won’t have to.
The bright light of this place’s infernal sun shined like a beamlight and the familiar cheering of the crowd seemed almost deafening. As Gilgamesh reached the arena’s pit, he noticed that the stadium was completely filled. A few of them had homemade signs that showed a crude likeness to Gil, and had “Get’em Goldy” written in hopefully red paint.
“The Evil Horde of Diablo, do I have the fight for you today. The Golden Prime is back from the dead!” The announcers annoying voice echoes through the arena as usual. Gilgamesh turned his head towards the top of the coliseum to look at the annoying mongrel, to see a familiar face sitting next to him. “Allanon,” the Gilded King growled. He walked over to the wall to grab a rusty sword before returning to the middle of the battlefield.
“His opponent today is someone more of his caliber. Welcome his challenger, The Demon of Slaughter!” Gil’s attention was brought to the other side of the arena, where this ‘Demon’ would be. The monster’s skill was a crimson red, his face only having four eyes and no mouth. His ears curved like a scythe, and his weaponry reflected that. The creatures scythe burned with a bright red flame, promising to sear Gilgamesh’s kingly flesh.
Without hesitation the beast was off. His incredible speed brought him in front of Gilgamesh, swinging his flaming scythe at Gil’s head. Gilgamesh brought his sword up, blocking the scythe from decapitating him, but the flame singed the hairs of his neck. Gilgamesh knocked the scythe away to make an attack but the creature was too quick. As soon as the scythe was parried, the creature made another swing. Each time the creature swinged, Gilgamesh had only enough time to barely block the blade. Taking steps back, hoping to gain some sort of time or advantage, he eventually was pressed against the wall. The demon made an overhead swing and Gil rolled underneath the creature, with just enough time to make a piercing wound in the creatures’ back.
The demon didn’t respond with any pain, but instead pulled his scythe from its place within the wall and made another attack. The eyes of the demon narrowed, its attacks more intense than before. The swings of his scythe became more powerful and swung with greater frequency. Gilgamesh tired from just blocking alone and his skin began to become red with minor burns. The creature feigned a swing and Gil was too tired to catch onto it. The demon’s scythe then buried itself into Gilgamesh’s forearm, singing and cauterizing the flesh as it pierced him. Gil kicked the creature off of him and retreated quickly.
I can’t win in swordplay against this creature. I need to be able to use my treasures. As the creature swung itself up off the ground Gil tried to open his Gate of Babylon. Sparks of gold flew into existence for a mere moment before fading into nothingness. A flutter of hope flew into his heart before a massive migraine pounded into his head. The demon wasted no time and flew itself onto Gil. Gilgamesh managed to deflect the blade from cutting off his shoulder into piercing his thigh. The smell of his own burning flesh was nauseating and the pain was enough to make his vision blurred. While the scythe was still embedded in his leg, he beat the demon with the hilt of his sword. It fell on its ass as Gilgamesh ripped the scythe out of his leg and tossed it aside. The flames not dying down for a second, his hands burning as he removed it from his injured leg.
Gilgamesh attempted to open his Gates of Babylon once more, allowing the flickering of gold to stay in existence for a second before whimpering out. A sharp pain stung in Gil’s stomach as he felt as if he had attempted to lift more than he could handle. The unarmed demon was already upon him, pouncing upon the Gilded King. The King’s hand barely holding the creature’s iron claws from shredding his face.
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Allanon looked unamused. The Demon of Slaughter was the clear victor, he has been in this position before. Allanon did not care to see the Golden Primes slaughter, it did not interest him. Just because the prime had tenacity doesn’t mean he had what it took to be of interest. Allanon, bored out of his mind, got up from his seat and began to exit the arena.
Seconds after his back was turned the announcer stumbled out of his seat, practically screaming, “Oh my god! Goldy turned this fight around with some tricks up his sleeve. This is amazing folks, I’ve never seen anything like it. Holy Shit!”
Allanon raised an eyebrow, had the Prime done something of excitement or had the announcer overhyped the battle as he always does? He turned around to observe how his opponent had turned the tides-
Allanon turned around to see a spear flying towards his stomach. As it was about to impact, Allanon grabbed the spear by the shaft, sliding along the concrete floor carried by its momentum. The tip just pressing against the soft flesh of his belly before he dropped it to the ground. He walked over to the edge of the podium to see the King smiling smugly in the arena below.
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Gil had managed to keep his Gate open long enough to send a spear flying through. He turned to look over at his recent kill, three of his treasures embedded in the monster’s back. Gil stopped, doubling over in pain before vomiting black blood on the arena floor. The announcer, however, stopped commenting upon Gilgamesh’s every move. I guess he made quite the impression. Gilgamesh wobbled onto his feet, wiping a trail of blood from his mouth. Speaking with vindication even though his true opponent couldn’t hear him.
“That wasn’t even my fifty percent.”
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