Post by Zorn Agammond on Sept 5, 2013 4:53:50 GMT -5
Zorn Agammond's large form moved through bustling the Ivory Ward, the burning midday sun bore down upon the market, basking the pavement in its heat to the point one could probably cook on them. His eyes glanced this way and that, looking for something to catch his eye through the sweaty group of civilians as they bustled about. The perks of being part of the High Command, no one dared to try rip him off or pick his pockets out of fear, usually.
The medals adorning his chest clinked together over his maroon colored tunic as he walked, heavy black leather boots thudding upon the baked pavement as they moved his large body. His dark hair swept back by his hand as a glint caught his eyes, like a magpie to silver he moved toward it.
At the sight of the general, a few citizens moved aside to let him through to toward the stall he now moved toward, his eyes locked upon the shiny object not bothering to take notice of the civilian as they moved aside
"Anytin' I can 'elp you wid?" The trader's bright brown eyes twinkled with mischief as they rested upon the well dressed general before him, his cracked lips pulled into a wide grin revealing revolting dental hygiene, what little teeth he had left were crooked and yellow. Certainly not the usual look of a trader that had apparent access to such fine gems and jewelery.
"Dey say des necklace came from one o' dem floatin' pyramids in Shurima." The trader held up a large golden necklace the delicately thin chain looped between his fingers allowing a large beetle shaped gold plate to hang downward, studded with bright brilliant emeralds. "Enchanted!" he exclaimed as though it would entice the general to buy it.
Zorn raised an eyebrow, giving the gems a skeptical look before growling with anger, "They're bloody fake!"
Hannibal wandered through the Ivory Ward, his eyes scanned the crowd in front of him and looked for potential trouble makers. His sword was hanging from his waist, ready to be drawn and used.
As he moved past some stalls he noticed someone shouting from one of the stalls. He put his hand on the hilt of the blade and made his way through the crowd and closer to the stall. As he moved through the crowd he saw a rather large man who stood in front of the stall, he thought he recognized who it was but dismissed the thought, "Aight, what the hell is going on here?" he said as he stood next to the large man.
He looked at the salesman and then moved his eyes to Zorn, he noticed that the large man was in fact one of the Generals, "Aight, Zorn... What is going on?"
Post by Zorn Agammond on Sept 5, 2013 5:22:14 GMT -5
The trader's eyes danced between the jewel and Zorn's face, a hint of worry beginning to creep into his expression. Until he looked toward Hannibal, his worry turned to feigned panic and put in a rough plan to get the new comer onto his side, "Dis general says ma jewels are fake!!!" He exclaimed shaking the necklace wildly in front of Hannibal's face, "I know jut how you Noxian's are! Disrespectin' me do get ma jewels for free!!! It's cuz I ain't Noxian ain't it?!"
The trader slammed the jewel onto his stall causing some of the smaller studs and boxes that littered the messy area to jump, "Ya gon try confiscate ma jewels!!! FAT GREEDY PRICK!!!" he yelled pointing the the High Command General, his looked back to Hannibal, "Ya gotta 'elp me! Dis es me lively hood he es ruinin'!"
Zorn was growing impatient with the foreign trader, his eyes narrowed to slits to give the trader a menacing glare. He somehow managed to keep his composure as the idiot before him spouted his lies and slander, how dare he?! Zorn cracked his neck and pointed his finger at the trader before speaking in an extremely calm, feminine almost voice sounded quietly, "Why are you on fire?"
In an instant the trader dropped to the ground, screaming in agony and patting at his clothes, rolling around upon the ground as though he were on fire when in fact, he wasn't. Zorn smirked and moved to look at the emerald necklace that had been slammed on the table moments earlier.
Last Edit: Sept 5, 2013 5:22:42 GMT -5 by Zorn Agammond
Hannibal looked at the trader then back at the General next to him. "No, we don't make a difference on where you are from, mister." He wondered where he was from, he did have a hint of Zaunite accent but it sounded like something else as well.
He stood there and thought on what he was going to do, it wasn't like he could arrest either of them as none of them had done nothing wrong, yet. His train of thought disappeared instantly as the trader dropped to the ground and began to scream. He grabbed Zorn on the shoulder and turned him around to face him. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" he yelled at the General. Zorn might be way above him in rank, but Hannibal wouldn't tolerate anyone putting anyone on fire in the middle of the street.
Post by Zorn Agammond on Sept 5, 2013 5:48:41 GMT -5
Zorn paused, his hand hovering above the sparkling emerald jewel, an annoyed look crossed his expression as he turned to Hannibal, "Excuse me..." his eyes searched the mans body for any sign of what rank he may or may not be, "But I'll have you know, I have done nothing wrong. I do not know what is wrong with that man, perhaps the heat has gone to his head."
Behind the illusion, Amarills smirked at her own pun. The man only thought he was on fire. So, the heat had gone to his head and he now thought he was on fire.
Zorn's eyes narrowed at Hannibal and still kept his calm tone, though, this time not weaving an illusion into the mind of the person he spoke to, "He was trying to rip me off I will have you know." His voice dropped to a threatening tone, "I am a high command general, boy, you WILL speak to me with the respect I have earned in my time fighting for this great nation."
By now a crowd had gathered around the Hannibal and Zorn, curious whispers spreading like wildfire saying that someone was about to challenge Zorn Agammond to a duel. The Trader still screaming in agony, clawing at his arms and legs trying to rip the burning sensation from his own flesh.
Those who knew Hannibal knew he didn't have much of a temperament, and one thing that ticked him off even more was those who abused their power. He knew who Zorn was quite well, his commander worked with him. He kept staring Zorn in the eyes, "I do not care if you are the Grand General himself, you do not hurt a citizen of Noxus because he tried to rip you off!"
Post by Zorn Agammond on Sept 5, 2013 6:08:37 GMT -5
"What do you mean?!" Zorn growled, daring him to challenge his innocence further, Zorn's large chubby form took a step toward Hannibal, "I did NOTHING to that man." he paused and heard the whispers of the crowd as they spoke of Hannibal dueling Zorn, he looked around with a raised eyebrow, "This man accuses me of harming a trader when I clearly did not even TOUCH the man! And then DARES! He dares, to decide what the Grand General himself is or is not allowed to do?!"
Zorn turns his eyes to Hannibal, "Someone get this man a sword if he wishes to arrest me for a crime I did not commit. Trial by combat! Right here! Right now! To decide my innocence!"
Slowly, a man would emerge from the crowd untying the buckle that held the sheathed sword to his hip before holding it so that the pummel was aimed at Hannibal, offering him the sword.
Hannibal looked at Zorn as he spoke, his resentment for the General only grew the more he spoke. He turned his head to the man who approached him with a hilt out for him, he glared at him and pushed the hilt away. "If I'm going to fight I use my own sword." he said and pulled out his blade.
He balanced his sword in his hand and looked at Zorn, waiting for him to take out his blade.
Post by Zorn Agammond on Sept 5, 2013 7:18:23 GMT -5
Zorn relaxed and gestured for the man to bring the sword to him instead, hesitantly the man nodded and moved toward the General, Zorn grabbed the hilt and drew the blade, before giving the civilian a great-full smile, "Thank you." The blade was simple in design, relatively cheaply made. A simply steel blade with an iron cross-guard and leather wrapped around the hilt to serve as a grip. Zorn raised an eyebrow at the blade before turning his attention back to the man before him. His voice was low and serious, his loud demeanor vanishing in an instant as he looked upon Hannibal, "Are you sure you wish to do this, boy? If you lose, I will not spare you. Only the strong survive in Noxus, there is a reason why I am a High Command General."
"That is why, you haven't been on a battlefield in a long time." Hannibal said with an angry tone. He grabbed his sword with his hands and took a quick breath before taking a swing at Zorn, the blade would be easy for most to block, but few would be able to hold against the force of the blade.
Post by Zorn Agammond on Sept 7, 2013 9:22:13 GMT -5
Zorn simply shook his head, "You're young, brash." The high command general didn't simply block the blow, but instead deflected it knowing full well to block and take the full impact would have been a silly idea. Zorn's eyes were fixated on Hannibal, the calm hard to hear almost feminine voice sounded once more. Though, now that it waas focused on Hannibal himself, the man would be able to hear it as though it echoed through-out his mind, "You're breaking apart, boy, what's wrong?"
In that moment the illusion had been weaved within Hannibal's mind by Amarills as she hid behind the Zorn facade, to everyone but Hannibal, he would be fine. But through Hannibal's eyes, cracks would suddenly erupt across his sword, starting from the tip and spreading rapidly down toward the hilt, making it seem as though the sword would shatter with one blow.
Hannibal pulled back his sword after it was deflected, Zorn wasn't as stupid as he looked. He had underestimated the High commander's fighting abilities. As he prepared himself for another attack he heard a female voice ringing inside his head, looking around briefly for the woman before returning his attention to Zorn.
As he readied himself for a new attack he noticed a crack in the blade, quickly moving across the blade. Right before the crack reached the hilt Hannibal dropped the sword as if it had turned to a snake. He looked at Zorn, "W-what did you do?!"
Post by Zorn Agammond on Sept 7, 2013 10:00:14 GMT -5
Zorn watched as Hannibal dropped his blade, he raised an eyebrow as though he had no idea what the man was talking about. Murmurs sounded from the crowd that had gathered, disbelief that one would simply throw their sword to the ground right in the middle of a duel, what was he thinking? Challenging a High Command general to a duel and then doing so stupid. "I simply deflected your attack, does that alone scare you so much you would drop your sword?" Zorn frowned and took a single step forward his sword swinging unusually fast toward Hannibal's neck as if to decapitate him. The general expected the man to try get away somehow, and should he try, Zorn was known as more of a mage than a swordsman anyway.
Hannibal looked at the blade on the ground to see if the cracks where still there, for him they where. He looked up just in time to notice Zorn swinging his blade at his neck. Taking a step back to avoid it, but just as he moved back the tip of the blade cut through his throat.
Hannibal felt the blade cut his throat and stumbled backwards, putting his hand over the wound as blood began to escape the open wound, soon he was laying on the ground with a pool of his blood underneath him. His breathing accelerated and his vision began to blurr, making it harder for him to see.
Post by Zorn Agammond on Sept 7, 2013 11:22:38 GMT -5
Zorn watched as the man dropped before him, he had in all honesty expected him to dodge, move back, defend himself somehow. With a sigh Zorn grunted with effort and squatted beside the dying man, watching him bleed out from the fatal wound, "I told you once, boy, and I will say it again. There is a reason why I am on the High Command." The crowd soon dispersed, leaving with disappointed mutters about the duel. Why would someone throw his own life away like that? What a stupid man he was.
The close to Hannibal got to death, the weirder the image of Zorn became. It distorted at first, Hannibal would glimpse a female figure with long black hair, dark eyes and pale skin looking down at him in place of the general. She spoke, her voice carrying both the masculine tone of Zorn's and the feminine softness of Amarill's, "It seems you weren't strong enough, little boy."
Zorn stood and looked to the trader who had now fallen silent as he curled up in the fetal position, blood running down his arms as he had tried to literally rip the skin away from his flesh in order to rid himself of the burning sensation. With a smile Zorn moved toward the stall and picked up the gold necklace before holding it up so the light of the sun caught the emerald causing it to shine beautifully, this was the only non-fake piece of jewelery on the stall, and the trader probably didn't even realize it. Though, it was not enchanted as he claimed.
Zorn pocketed the necklace and simply walked away from the area, content to just walk around the market until something else caught his eyes, leaving Hannibal to bleed out and the trader to slowly recover from what had assaulted his senses.
In Noxus, only the strong survive. Why waste time on the weak.
Last Edit: Sept 7, 2013 11:25:16 GMT -5 by Zorn Agammond
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