Colosseum - Round 1, Group B - Gamzee Makara vs Strazio

[Strazio Rockwell]

　　Irritated

　　　Yes, irritated was a good word to describe the feeling of getting drenched in a foreign fruit-based liquid. Perturbed was the word to describe the feeling of your favorite starch white coat getting stained by a heady purple syrup. Slowly and with great ire Strazio took a deep breath and unclasped his cloak, letting the white garment fall harmlessly to the ground. Gamzee’s words were nothing but static to the livid mage, bright white sparks of rage jumped across Strazio’s scarred body.

　　The troll darted into the jagged trench that split the battlefield in twain. The Defender of Darkshire was ready to strike the moment Gamzee moved close. But somehow - perhaps through a miracle - the troll had managed to get behind Strazio. The two froze face-to-face as Strazio turned around. The troll offered a sheepish grin before breaking into a mid-air pirouette. The acrobatic maneuver surprised Strazio and all he could do was watch as the troll swung for his kneecaps.
　　
　　*CRACK*
　　
　　Gamzee's heavy clubs connected with Strazio's left knee. He yelped in pain as the leg was sweeped from under him with the force of the vicious blow. It wasn't broken, at least not completely, but the throbbing pain certainly felt like Gamzee had shattered the poor bone. He stumbled to the side, trying to keep his weight on his uninjured leg. The troll knew when to press an advantage and bumrushed the hobbled mage.
　　
　　“Motherfucker!” Strazio yelled.
　　
　　The pounding pain in Strazio's kneecap only served to galvanize his fury. This horn-headed bastard was going to be driven into the dirt if Strazio had anything to say about it. Gamzee's assault hoped to end the fight quickly and he wasted no time charging Strazio. The Defender of Darkshire smirked as he watched the troll rush him. Sparks crawled across Strazio's body greedily devouring his flesh, turning him into nothing more than a million electrically charged fireflies. The charged particles danced in the air before meeting Gamzee's rush head-on. A shower of sparks washed over Gamzee, the charged particles bit greedily into his flesh like a thousand red-hot pinpricks. The troll swung wildly, trying to bat away the sparks but his club found no solid impact.

　　The sparks rushed past the singed troll and coalesced together to form a pissed-off mage. Strazio broke into a sprint towards the nearest wall. All manner of medieval weaponry lined the wall and although the mage had limited weapon experience he knew he needed a shield against the crippling blows of his opponent. Gamzee was in hot pursiut, he performed amazing feats of parkour to vault over walls and other obstacles. Whereas Strazio's injured knee slowed him down considerably, every step was agony and although he was no stranger to pain it still hampered his movement.
　　
　　“Come on bro, stop running” Gamzee shouted.
　　
　　“Fuck off!” Strazio shouted back.
　　
　　The wall was close, only a few more strides and Strazio would have his hands on a nice big shiny shield. Unfortunately fate was never kind to the poor man, his injured leg found a rut in the dirt and the pain mixed with the uneven ground forced him to topple. He twisted his body and landed hard on his side. Without skipping a beat the troll flipped into the air and rocketed down towards Strazio. His two clubs aim to pulverize their target. The clubs connected with dirt, sending a cloud of dust and debris into the air. At the last moment Strazio managed to roll to the side and dodge the lethal blow. One solid hit was all Gamzee needed to end his opponent, one good swing would put Strazio out of commission. Acting quickly Strazio chomped into the meat between his thumb and pointer finger on his right hand. A copper taste preceded the cascade of blood from the wound. Gamzee slowed his pace, slightly confused by Strazio's self-cannibalism.
　　
　“Uh, you okay there bro?” Gamzee asked the seemingly deranged man.
　　
　　Strazio growled and flicked his bleeding hand at the troll, spattering him with drops of bright red blood.
　　
　“Yo, what the motherfu-”
　　
　　The troll didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before the droplets of blood sparked white hot and erupted. The crowd exploded into cheers as the two were swallowed by the blast. Following the pyrotechnics a cloud of dust and dirt consumed the two, stinging their eyes and choking their lungs.