Rune Factory Arena
Chapter 1
Brodick vs Raven
Character Background:
Brodick:
Date of Birth- Year 495
Date of Death- Year 584
A former Sechs soldier, this brash young man was a great fighter in his younger years. Though not as memorable as Raguna or Kyle, he is an excellent warrior with incredible battlefield capabilities. Prefers to be a big hitter.
Raven:
Date of Birth- Year 513
Date of Death- Year 603
A quiet young woman, however, this doesn't mean she isn't willing to fight.. A graceful fighter that has the great advantage of turning into a legendary pheonix. All around with a little extra speed..
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"So... Paired against a woman." Brodick chuckled, "You brought me back to life for this!?"
"Hmph.." Raven grunted, "Let's get this over with.." she said and picked up a shortsword,
"If you say so.." Brodick said and grabbed a longsword, "But it is your funeral.."
"I already experienced death... Twice." Raven muttered.
The two charged at each other, and the great clash began with the crowds cheering.
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"HAH!" Brodick yelled as he let loose a great strike from his large blade, however, Raven swiftly dodged it with little difficulty.
"Is that all!?" Raven scoffed and let lose her own strike, which Brodick deflected with his shield.
"Not at all, ginger!" Brodick taunted and hit her with his shield, knocking the redhead to the ground.
"Agh!" Raven groaned as she hit the sandy ground,
"I have you now!" Brodick said and placed his sword on her throat, "You were a good fighter... You know... For a gi- DAH!" he yelled when Raven did a sweep on his legs, knocking him down.
"Ahhh!" Raven yelled as she punched the Sechs soldier repeatedly in the face, "Take that! And this!" she yelled and cut his thigh.
"Get off me!" Brodick roared in rage and pushed Raven off, then smacked her good on the face once again with his shield, breaking her nose.
"Agh!" Raven screamed in pain and held her face, which was puffy, bruised and bleeding.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Brodick laughed sadistically, "Time to lose!"
"HYAH!" Raven yelled and kicked the cocky man in the stomach, "Take this!" she yelled and struck him with her sword.
At once, Brodick's leg gushed out blood, for she had struck a main vessel,
"No..." Brodick mumbled, but nearly seconds later, the entire cut healed,
"What!?" Raven said in shock, "How... you should be dead!"
"Oh well.." Brodick said and shrugged his shoulders, then restarted the battle.
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"Why don't you just die!?" Brodick pouted as Raven stood standing... Beaten, but standing.
"Because I don't give up.." Raven panted, "And I know if it wasn't for this inhibitor spell on us... I could easily wipe your face on the ground.."
"All talk but no game." Brodick chuckled, "Look... I barely have a little bit of scars... You on the other hand, look like you've been hit by a tank!" he taunted, "Plus... You don't even have your sword!"
"Looks like I don't.." Raven muttered, "Guess you can just kill me now... Right?" she said and slowly walked towards him.
"That's more like it!" Brodick laughed, "Like a lamb to the slaughter! Come here, sheepy sheep!"
"Keep on it... Big boy.." Raven laughed, and at the last second pulled out a dagger and stabbed the Sechs in the throat.
This time.. blood did spew out, but there was no instant regeneration... Brodick just fell.. dead.
"You cocky... bastard.." Raven chuckled and tried to catch her breath.
The crowd cheered for the new victor.
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"The winner of the first match... Raven!" the announcer said in glee, "She moves on! And don't worry about our friend Brodick here... He'll return to whence he came!"
Surely enough, Brodick's lifeless body was slowly taken up in a ray of light, and then vanished in a flash.
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"Raven, how do you feel about getting the first victory?" a newspaper reporter asked the young woman,
"I feel... Good." Raven muttered, "I'm glad I won."
"Was Brodick challenging, or what?" the reporter kept asking,
"No." Raven responded,
"How are you liking the futur-"
"That's enough." Raven bluntly said and retreated back to her lodging.
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"The Second match of the day..." the curator spoke, "Will be... Camus versus... Soroyana!"