"I CAME INTO THIS ARENA TO FIGHT SAURON'S CHAMPION." Said Talion.
Standing in the middle of Minas Ithil's Arena, A Ranger from the Black Gate shouted to the Uruk Audience.
But he's not just a man anymore, he is banished from death and shares his body with an elven spirit named Celebrimbor.
With Minas Ithil on the verge of collapse and General Castamir's disappearance, The Witch-King sent a message to Talion to come fight in arena to die but if he refused, everyone would would die.
So Talion is fighting in the arena to buy time for Idril and the others to find Castamir before he dies and the location of the Palantir is lost.
"I'M STILL WAITING." Talion said impatiently.
So one by one, Uruks Captains from the Siege came to the arena to challenge Talion. Obviously, They Failed.
"This is disappointing, I expected a challenge from these Captains. Celebrimbor said.
"Don't jinx us Celebrimbor, for all we know Ukrom can still be alive." Talion said.
"Well if we had our New Ring, These Captains would be ours instead of on the ground dead." Reminded Celebrimbor.
As Talion continued to fight Uruk Grunts, he and Celebrimbor suddenly felt uneasy for no reason. Talion had only felt that feeling one time but it was impossible but what could it be that making feel strange?
Their answer came when the crowd went dead silent. Uruk and Olog looked at the entrance and they had looks of shock but quickly changed to excitment and started chanting the name that had haunted Talion and Celebrimbor for so long.
"PRAK! PRAK! PRAK! PRAK! PRAK!" The Crowd chanted with excitement as a green uruk with white paint marched into the arena.
This uruk was lightly armored but that was all this uruk needed but he adorned beast pauldrons had teeth on the edge which made it obvious that he was part of the Feral tribe and carried boomerang axes with skill which indicates that he is a Slayer, capable of dealing massive amounts of damage at a time, but that wasn't what made this orc stand out.
On the Uruk's face, he wore a metal jaw piece that struck fear in the hearts of the Gravewalker and Uruks, even the Ologs who were much bigger then him were afraid of him.
They called him "The Masked Motherfucker of Mordor." but They simply called him "Prak Jaws."
"Impossible." Talion whispered with fear in his voice.
"How in Eru's name is he still alive?" Celebrimbor said shocked.
Prak then introduced himself with "UGHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
The scream that Talion hoped to never hear again but yet he has.
Prak prepared his axes with a sadistic giggle that he was famous for.
Talion then shot an arrow at his face, hoping he wasn't immune to arrows but the arrow simply bounced off his face like it was nothing.
Prak yelled enraged that Talion had shot first and then charged at Talion with his axes raised to kill him.
It was at that moment that Talion knew he fucked up.
What Brett's (aka TearofGrace) reaction would be.
"SON OF A COCKSUCKING BITCH." "HOW IN THE FUCK IS HE STILL ALIVE?!!" "I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING I CAN TO MAKE THAT SON OF BITCH STAY DEAD BUT YET HE IS STILL ALIVE!!!!" Brett yelled with so much rage that he has never felt before.
"Nope, Nope, fuck this shit, i'm out. I'm not spending another year trying to kill him only for him to come back. So fuck this shit, i'm out." Brett Rage-quited.
RIP TEAROFGRACE (1941-JAWS).