Chapter 3: An Orc's Last Stand
Yavnak cut into one of the cat's neck, cutting deep into it with his blade. One of the cat's paws hit the redguard's shield, and was flung from his arm, as another paw hit his chest. The redguard fell to the ground without moving. Istar shouted a bloodcurdling scream, and knocked back the cat with his shield. The cat flung back, catching itself with its claws. The alpha cat, the only white cat with a scar across the top of his head, had seen his pack get decimated, and attacked Yavnak with a pounce.
Yavnak brought his blade above his head, and blocked the cat's claws with it. The cat's teeth jumped out of its mouth, and saliva splattered everywhere. Istar jumped up, and brought down his blade 's tip, directly in between it's shoulder blades. The cat screeched and fell on top of the orc, blood oozing out of the wound.
Istar pulled the blade out of it's back with a mighty yank, but the blade flung backwards and into the last sabercat, who was in mid pounce. The blade caught on its paws and the cat flung over the orc and cat-corpse. Istar, with his blade in the cat's paws, also flung over the two. Yavnak stood up using the hilt of his sword. Covered in minor wounds, he was able to toss the carcass away from himself. Istar's blade was thrown across the arena with the cat's effort to get up. He knew he wouldn't stand a chance with no arsenal. Istar turned around and made a run for the redguard's scimitar.
The cat grasped the silver sword from its paw, and tore it out. Yavnak watched the cat sprint towards the fleeing Istar, who was closer to the cat than the sword. Yavnak grasped the sword like a spear, sticking his left hand out to help him aim. Just before the cat pounced, Yavnak pivoted his body, and tossed the sword. The blade didn't go far, but knocked the sabercat over.
Istar grabbed the sword and turned around to see the cat get knocked over, followed by the screams of the audience. Istar dashed forward at the beast and sliced its neck open with one clean swipe.
The crowd clapped as a gate at the opposite end of the room opened up, revealing another passage. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have our victors. Combatants, clean yourself up. You've earned it!
Istar stormed through the door and into the room where Quaredil and Vira were waiting for them. Istar grabbed the elf by the neck, and lifted him up against the wall. "By the Nine, what the hell was that out there?!" Istar said, grabbing the dagger from Vira's hip and held it to Quaredil's throat. "Calm down!" Vira shouted. Quaredil smirked and held his hands up. "You're asking the wrong person, Nord." Quaredil laughed and nodded to his hands, which had shackles on them. "We're all slave's here. The dead-hand has us in its grasp." Quaredil spat bitterly. A man walked into the room holding a scimitar. The guard wore a full suit of armor that was made from chitin of various creatures. "Istar Blue-Tooth. We need you to come with me." The guard said, drawing his sword towards his face.