11-18-2015, 11:59 PM
A lone Goron stood on an open clearing, just on the edge of a cliff high upon Death Mountain. Well, not completely alone, as he was completely surrounded by five dragons, all snarling and looking at the rock creature like it was their dinner.
Baldur could only smile, though. He stood at over ten feet tall, which was a towering height even for his species. As muscular as one made of solid stone could be, Baldur had a very large, filled out frame to match his height. Not many people would have the nerve to get into an up close fight with a Goron, but Baldur would make even the most brazen combatant think twice. He had none of the white hair that some Gorons were known for, as well, instead his head was shaved completely, only showing his rocky, brown skin. Though his hands were empty, clenched tightly into fists, his entire lower body was encased in metal leg armor, another Goron anomaly. To make up for covering his legs in gray steel, his entire upper body was exposed to the elements of the Ashen Steppes, which was more in line with typical Goron tradition.
Indeed, though he was surrounded, the towering monster of a Goron was calm, and even smiling in excitement. Each of the dragons inched slightly closer, preparing to all attack him at once. Baldur let out a booming laugh that seemed to echo throughout the area they were occupying.
"Hurry it up!" the rock creature shouted. The dragons may not have been terribly intelligent, but they complied with that demand just fine.
All five closed in at once, but Baldur dashed to the one directly before him, smashing his beastly elbow into it's face. The winged creature roared in pain as it's neck contorted unnaturally from the blow. It collapsed to the ground as Baldur passed it and then turned, now facing the remaining four creatures. They each lined up near each other, facing the Goron and sizing him up. One of them was letting bursts of fire escape from it's mouth as it readied at attack, but Baldur was already growing impatient.
The Goron charged forwards, and while three of the dragons scattered, one snapped at him with it's fangs, trying to crush the rock monster. Instead, Baldur easily side-stepped the attack and delivered a powerful downward punch to the beast's neck, letting a loud cracking sound that emanated from it serve as his confirmation he wouldn't be fighting that one any longer.
Immediately he turned his head to his right and saw a wall of fire approaching him at point blank. He stumbled backwards and avoided the inferno, and now had a perfect view of the dragon that had breathed the flames at him. It actually took several steps backwards as it kept it's mouth open, trying to gather another burst of fire to hurl at the Goron. It was far too late, however, as Baldur was as fast as he was strong, and leaped forward to slam his steel encased knee into the dragon's face. It's unnatural cry at the impact signified that it was out of the fight as well.
Baldur spun on his heel to face the remaining two dragons, and ran forwards just the same as they did. They decided to attack at the same time, which is what he had been hoping for. Maybe two at a time would present a greater challenge. He brought his right arm up and connected it with the lower jaw of the first dragon, which spun it around from the sheer force and sent it reeling. He seized the opportunity that presented, though, and grabbed the dragon's tail in both hands. He turned as fast as he could and slammed the wounded creature directly into the second one, knocking it to the floor with a surprised screech. Since he had the makeshift weapon still ready to go, Baldur swung the dragon over his head and into the stunned one lying on the ground. He bashed the two violently together, letting go only when he was satisfied neither would be getting up again.
He closed his eyes and sighed, stepping back as he did. He embraced this feeling, and this rush of energy and power. Soon the adrenaline would begin to wear off, and there would be the crash that would come with it. Life on Death Mountain was far too boring for him, so he lived for these moments of excitement. He had honed his skills and abilities battling the spawn of Volvagia for years, but he longed for so much more. Everyone insisted that he was needed here, but he always wondered how true that was. Not that he knew anything other than life inside the Goron culture, anyway. Still, he could dream of the world beyond this mountain and the Ashen Steppes, and he certainly did every time he wasted his time fighting these dragons.
He let out a snort as he looked over the defeated monsters. Like so many before them, they had never stood a chance. Battling these beasts had almost become a chore, but it still felt somewhat good to pass the time doing something he was good at. Baldur shook his head in disappointment, and began to make his way back to the Goron settlement.
Baldur could only smile, though. He stood at over ten feet tall, which was a towering height even for his species. As muscular as one made of solid stone could be, Baldur had a very large, filled out frame to match his height. Not many people would have the nerve to get into an up close fight with a Goron, but Baldur would make even the most brazen combatant think twice. He had none of the white hair that some Gorons were known for, as well, instead his head was shaved completely, only showing his rocky, brown skin. Though his hands were empty, clenched tightly into fists, his entire lower body was encased in metal leg armor, another Goron anomaly. To make up for covering his legs in gray steel, his entire upper body was exposed to the elements of the Ashen Steppes, which was more in line with typical Goron tradition.
Indeed, though he was surrounded, the towering monster of a Goron was calm, and even smiling in excitement. Each of the dragons inched slightly closer, preparing to all attack him at once. Baldur let out a booming laugh that seemed to echo throughout the area they were occupying.
"Hurry it up!" the rock creature shouted. The dragons may not have been terribly intelligent, but they complied with that demand just fine.
All five closed in at once, but Baldur dashed to the one directly before him, smashing his beastly elbow into it's face. The winged creature roared in pain as it's neck contorted unnaturally from the blow. It collapsed to the ground as Baldur passed it and then turned, now facing the remaining four creatures. They each lined up near each other, facing the Goron and sizing him up. One of them was letting bursts of fire escape from it's mouth as it readied at attack, but Baldur was already growing impatient.
The Goron charged forwards, and while three of the dragons scattered, one snapped at him with it's fangs, trying to crush the rock monster. Instead, Baldur easily side-stepped the attack and delivered a powerful downward punch to the beast's neck, letting a loud cracking sound that emanated from it serve as his confirmation he wouldn't be fighting that one any longer.
Immediately he turned his head to his right and saw a wall of fire approaching him at point blank. He stumbled backwards and avoided the inferno, and now had a perfect view of the dragon that had breathed the flames at him. It actually took several steps backwards as it kept it's mouth open, trying to gather another burst of fire to hurl at the Goron. It was far too late, however, as Baldur was as fast as he was strong, and leaped forward to slam his steel encased knee into the dragon's face. It's unnatural cry at the impact signified that it was out of the fight as well.
Baldur spun on his heel to face the remaining two dragons, and ran forwards just the same as they did. They decided to attack at the same time, which is what he had been hoping for. Maybe two at a time would present a greater challenge. He brought his right arm up and connected it with the lower jaw of the first dragon, which spun it around from the sheer force and sent it reeling. He seized the opportunity that presented, though, and grabbed the dragon's tail in both hands. He turned as fast as he could and slammed the wounded creature directly into the second one, knocking it to the floor with a surprised screech. Since he had the makeshift weapon still ready to go, Baldur swung the dragon over his head and into the stunned one lying on the ground. He bashed the two violently together, letting go only when he was satisfied neither would be getting up again.
He closed his eyes and sighed, stepping back as he did. He embraced this feeling, and this rush of energy and power. Soon the adrenaline would begin to wear off, and there would be the crash that would come with it. Life on Death Mountain was far too boring for him, so he lived for these moments of excitement. He had honed his skills and abilities battling the spawn of Volvagia for years, but he longed for so much more. Everyone insisted that he was needed here, but he always wondered how true that was. Not that he knew anything other than life inside the Goron culture, anyway. Still, he could dream of the world beyond this mountain and the Ashen Steppes, and he certainly did every time he wasted his time fighting these dragons.
He let out a snort as he looked over the defeated monsters. Like so many before them, they had never stood a chance. Battling these beasts had almost become a chore, but it still felt somewhat good to pass the time doing something he was good at. Baldur shook his head in disappointment, and began to make his way back to the Goron settlement.