Colosseum - Round 1, Group A - Okor vs Weiss Schnee

[Okor]

The cheers and jeers of the crowd filled the air, the ringing of the gong fading into the background as the unwashed masses of humanity overcame the former order and ceremony that had existed. He grinned beneath his ancient helm, blackened fangs spreading wide in a terrifying parody of a smile. His lone eye gazed up at the crowds, seeking the pale, glowing eyes of Rebbecca. He had almost believed he had spotted her, through his infected eye, when he saw a blur of motion at the edge of his vision, a white ghost disappearing behind his titanic mass. He stumbled to face his assailant, a jaundiced claw touching his bare abdomen, as his gauntlet drew his rusted blade. As his steel greaves summoned dust from the floor with every sluggish step, he confirmed his suspicions. Clear blood leaked from a long gash on his abdomen, the precise blow struck by his foe carving a furrow across his flesh. Already, thin tendrils of corruption squirmed within the wound, wrapping around each other and knitting his flesh back together. He failed to suppress laughter as he sighted his opponent, a young woman, her skin as white as that of Mortation before his Embrace, clad in garments as pure as snow, yet unbloodied by battle. Cold blue eyes sized up the Plague Marine, her strange sliver of a sword slick with Okor's pale blood, its augmented and altered makeup already turning the viscous liquid into a hardened mass. Were there any Primes that had survived adolescence? Or was he fated to face children for the rest of his miserable existence in this accursed realm?

The gangrenous giant laughed as he approached, his arms held wide open, as if about to embrace a long-lost friend. This appearance of kindness was rapidly dispelled by the long, verdigris-afflicted blade held tightly in his ceramite-coated hand. No sense in despairing over it. "Well struck... youngling!" He chuckled, gasping for breath that rarely came. "But to end me, you will first have to... find something my Patron has not yet inured me to!" He began to bring his blade up, his ranged weaponry hanging unused at his side. Sometimes, the simplest methods were superior. Too late, he recognized the familiar stance of his foe, her tensed muscles, her intense concentration. A brief moment of calm before she unleashed the storm. She bounded forward, nimbly covering the distance between the two combatants, as the Plague Marine swung his rusted blade through the air, its pitted surface cleaving through nothingness as it sped towards the seemingly fragile form of Weiss.

The youth's slippered foot touched off of Okor's blade, her nimble agility triumphing over the giant's raw might, propelling her over his towering height. Chuckling once more as he turned, the necrotic knight looked down at the slight frame of Schnee, her body huddled around a reddened blade, its surface blazing with a red light. What did she possibly think it could do to hi- His thoughts were interrupted as the youth impaled him, the rapier embedding itself in his abdomen. Within a split second, her strange weapon detonated, staggering the giant, forcing him backwards into the wooden standard, the banner pole splintering beneath his weight. The flesh around his stomach was scorched and ragged, papery skin hanging from the wound in strips, the yellowed, twisted bones of his stomach seeming to gnash as the battle stirred his hunger. As the dust from the blow began to settle, the marine chuckled, a hand going to the pistol at his hip, his lone eye gazing balefully at his target. "Might I know your name, young... Lady?" He gurgled, hoping to distract his for foe for long enough to expose her to the wonders of ever-burning alchemy.

626 words according to wordcounter.net. I hope you enjoyed it, I feel a little rusty for some reason.