Dravidan found out what he was to be pitted against all too soon. As he
entered the building that housed the arena, more than a few guards
whispered behind his back of his opponent, a great marsh lizard that was
found but mere days ago, just south of this encampment. By their words, it
sounded as if it were maybe six feet tall tops, and perhaps eight feet
long. Confident that he could handle such a beast, he went for the arena
armory. Upon reaching the place, the armorers outfitted him with an
assortment of odd, and to a degree, primitive weapons. Upon his back, he
was made to wear the furs of a bear, to add to his monstrous appearance he
presumed. The weapons he would wield into this conflict were odd, he
thought, as he looked down at the Geltor scimitar, a weapon that was
considered illegal to the humans. He shrugged it off though...this, too,
was to add to his beastlike appearance he knew.
Minutes later, he was ushered to one of the competitor's appointed gates. Across from his gate was that of what he could only assume to be hydralike in appearance, hoping it was in fact; killing something small like a komodo dragon was hard as hell, even for a Geltor. Without any further warning, both of the gates came up, Dravidan charging forward to assault the creature and get it over with as soon as possible. What he found facing him though, was a massive creature; it was indeed hydralike in appearance, with one head though. The downside to this was that the single head reached 15 feet high. It trumped his substantial height by an incredible six feet! It's shoulders ended at about nine feet high, his own height! The Geltor cast a wicked glance up to the Lord Brevin who had called this match into order. No doubt he had gotten in trouble somehow; the camp council seemed to have come to the agreement that this certain Geltor was causing them more trouble than he was worth.
The thought made Dravidan's blood boil; he would show them...and then he would ...he let the thought linger in his mind, enjoying the possibilities. As he thought of the destruction that he would rain down upon the humans, his eyes took on a distinct glow of red, and his vision blurred with the reddish haze. In a fraction of a moment, the Geltor Scimitar whipped around as he charged forward; leaving a line of red down the drake's leg. The creature seemed confused as if it had never felt pain before, and indeed, it was hard to believe that anything could cause it. All that the slash was to the hydra though, was simply a scratch, and that seemed literally accurate. The attack had barely punctured it's skin. Dravidan looked down in disbelief at his weapon, noticing instantly what was wrong, the usually keen edge of the Geltor Scimitar was worn down, as if it had been on a turning whetstone for hours.
The Geltor cursed again in the native tongue of his people, unable to believe his misfortune, even more so when a mighty whip of the hydra's tail sent him sprawling on the ground a dozen feet away. Shaking his head as he regained his feet to clear his cluttered mind of the daze, he saw the drake approaching steadily, though surely it seemed like it was probably one of the fastest speeds that such a giant beast could achieve.
Dravidan held his ground, waiting for the other to close on him, before leaping aside, to climb atop the creature's scaly back as it passed; burying his dull blade deep into the beast's hide before being thrown off with a swat of it's surprisingly powerful neck. The enraged drake then charged at him, rage reflected in it's cold eyes, an emotion not shared by most of the lesser species. Looking into it's eyes as it charged, he saw a flicker of intelligence hidden there, it was in the same position he was he realized. He corrected himself instantly, no not the same position, the other didn't have a 2000 pound hydra bearing down on him. The moment of empathy was shattered as he came to the harsh realization that he had no means to defend himself; his Geltor Scimitar having been buried in it's back.
Noting the seeming hopelessness of the situation, Dravidan let his thoughts wander to what this creature was to the humans. To the humans, the creature was to serve as his executioner, and that is how he took it. This was his executioner and to save himself, he would have to break any barriers of humanity that would prevent him from doing the necessary. So, he took those thoughts of those he cared about, and cleared them from his mind. He shed those powerful barriers in his mind, and realized what he had to do. When the beast came around the next time, a wicked howl emitted from the Geltor's throat, as he jumped upon the creature, clinging to it's neck in the attempt to strangle it slowly. What he found out during the attack, was that it's neck was protected with thick layers of muscle surrounding it's long throat. There was no way, that he, despite the massive strength granted to him by his heritage, could strangle the creature in this manner. Instantly changing his tact, the pelt-covered warrior bit at the neck, tearing skin free and leaving the insides vulnerable. Reaching the hand not used to cling onto the beast to the wound, he grabbed at the muscle tissue, tearing it free; the drake trying to fling him from it's wounded neck. He had his hold though, and not the cold hands of death could bring him from it if they so tried. With the same hand that tore free the muscles, he reached in once more, grabbing at it's throat and bending the tube towards him, promptly clamping it shut with his teeth.
The Lord Brevin and his company looked on in shock, the blond man himself noted the carnage, with some degree of admiration for the half- giant, but even more hate for killing his hydra; he had intended on using that on a couple more Geltor before much longer. Still, he had earned the right to live one more day he supposed. Until the next time that he had found some powerful creature to pit him against that is.
Dravidan didn't hide his hateful glare directed towards the people on the balcony, and upon drawing the sword from the corpse of the lizard, the Geltor prepared himself to throw it up at those on the balcony above, specifically Brevin. A sight out of the corner of his eye gave him pause though, half a dozen crossbowmen from their vantage points above the arena, made ready their shots in the case that the Geltor had anything dangerous in mind. With a last growl of helplessness, the half-giant fell to one knee, presenting his sword horizontally towards the Lord, as was customary to those who had won an arena fight. Moments later he came to his feet and walked back towards his gate, where he disarmed himself, and was shoved outside the arena building shortly afterwards to tend to his own business.
As the half-giant departed the arena though, a watchful eye followed him from the balcony, an eye that flickered with interest and intrigue. An eye that realized that this was more than some mere Geltor...The only remaining eye of the most powerful magic user in the kingdom, the Gem Knight; Regula Manset...
Minutes later, he was ushered to one of the competitor's appointed gates. Across from his gate was that of what he could only assume to be hydralike in appearance, hoping it was in fact; killing something small like a komodo dragon was hard as hell, even for a Geltor. Without any further warning, both of the gates came up, Dravidan charging forward to assault the creature and get it over with as soon as possible. What he found facing him though, was a massive creature; it was indeed hydralike in appearance, with one head though. The downside to this was that the single head reached 15 feet high. It trumped his substantial height by an incredible six feet! It's shoulders ended at about nine feet high, his own height! The Geltor cast a wicked glance up to the Lord Brevin who had called this match into order. No doubt he had gotten in trouble somehow; the camp council seemed to have come to the agreement that this certain Geltor was causing them more trouble than he was worth.
The thought made Dravidan's blood boil; he would show them...and then he would ...he let the thought linger in his mind, enjoying the possibilities. As he thought of the destruction that he would rain down upon the humans, his eyes took on a distinct glow of red, and his vision blurred with the reddish haze. In a fraction of a moment, the Geltor Scimitar whipped around as he charged forward; leaving a line of red down the drake's leg. The creature seemed confused as if it had never felt pain before, and indeed, it was hard to believe that anything could cause it. All that the slash was to the hydra though, was simply a scratch, and that seemed literally accurate. The attack had barely punctured it's skin. Dravidan looked down in disbelief at his weapon, noticing instantly what was wrong, the usually keen edge of the Geltor Scimitar was worn down, as if it had been on a turning whetstone for hours.
The Geltor cursed again in the native tongue of his people, unable to believe his misfortune, even more so when a mighty whip of the hydra's tail sent him sprawling on the ground a dozen feet away. Shaking his head as he regained his feet to clear his cluttered mind of the daze, he saw the drake approaching steadily, though surely it seemed like it was probably one of the fastest speeds that such a giant beast could achieve.
Dravidan held his ground, waiting for the other to close on him, before leaping aside, to climb atop the creature's scaly back as it passed; burying his dull blade deep into the beast's hide before being thrown off with a swat of it's surprisingly powerful neck. The enraged drake then charged at him, rage reflected in it's cold eyes, an emotion not shared by most of the lesser species. Looking into it's eyes as it charged, he saw a flicker of intelligence hidden there, it was in the same position he was he realized. He corrected himself instantly, no not the same position, the other didn't have a 2000 pound hydra bearing down on him. The moment of empathy was shattered as he came to the harsh realization that he had no means to defend himself; his Geltor Scimitar having been buried in it's back.
Noting the seeming hopelessness of the situation, Dravidan let his thoughts wander to what this creature was to the humans. To the humans, the creature was to serve as his executioner, and that is how he took it. This was his executioner and to save himself, he would have to break any barriers of humanity that would prevent him from doing the necessary. So, he took those thoughts of those he cared about, and cleared them from his mind. He shed those powerful barriers in his mind, and realized what he had to do. When the beast came around the next time, a wicked howl emitted from the Geltor's throat, as he jumped upon the creature, clinging to it's neck in the attempt to strangle it slowly. What he found out during the attack, was that it's neck was protected with thick layers of muscle surrounding it's long throat. There was no way, that he, despite the massive strength granted to him by his heritage, could strangle the creature in this manner. Instantly changing his tact, the pelt-covered warrior bit at the neck, tearing skin free and leaving the insides vulnerable. Reaching the hand not used to cling onto the beast to the wound, he grabbed at the muscle tissue, tearing it free; the drake trying to fling him from it's wounded neck. He had his hold though, and not the cold hands of death could bring him from it if they so tried. With the same hand that tore free the muscles, he reached in once more, grabbing at it's throat and bending the tube towards him, promptly clamping it shut with his teeth.
The Lord Brevin and his company looked on in shock, the blond man himself noted the carnage, with some degree of admiration for the half- giant, but even more hate for killing his hydra; he had intended on using that on a couple more Geltor before much longer. Still, he had earned the right to live one more day he supposed. Until the next time that he had found some powerful creature to pit him against that is.
Dravidan didn't hide his hateful glare directed towards the people on the balcony, and upon drawing the sword from the corpse of the lizard, the Geltor prepared himself to throw it up at those on the balcony above, specifically Brevin. A sight out of the corner of his eye gave him pause though, half a dozen crossbowmen from their vantage points above the arena, made ready their shots in the case that the Geltor had anything dangerous in mind. With a last growl of helplessness, the half-giant fell to one knee, presenting his sword horizontally towards the Lord, as was customary to those who had won an arena fight. Moments later he came to his feet and walked back towards his gate, where he disarmed himself, and was shoved outside the arena building shortly afterwards to tend to his own business.
As the half-giant departed the arena though, a watchful eye followed him from the balcony, an eye that flickered with interest and intrigue. An eye that realized that this was more than some mere Geltor...The only remaining eye of the most powerful magic user in the kingdom, the Gem Knight; Regula Manset...