Post by The Glorious Executioner on Feb 8, 2013 0:07:08 GMT -5
Draven noticed Graves stance changed as he loaded up his final shot. Draven knew if he took the shot head on it would be then end of him so he had to try to dodge some of it. Quickly thinking he quickly dropped to the ground to slide the rest of the way it barely worked. Feeling the slicing pain shooting up the side of his body he looked down and saw the shrapnel from the blast embedded in his left arm and leg. as he lay on the ground Draven picks his head "Alright Gravesy boy lets call it a draw." he says holding his arm out for help up. As Graves helps Draven up he shouts to the crowd "LOOKS LIKE DRAVEN BIT OFF A BIT MORE THAN HE COULD CHEW!" "WE HAVE OUR VICTOR LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE MAN WHO BEAT YOUR GLORIOUS EXECUTIONER GRAVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Holding up Graves arm to the crowd. "Lets say we patch ourselves up i got a show to host." Draven walks into the Tunnel to bandage himself up and get ready for the next event.
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Post by malcolmgraves on Feb 8, 2013 0:43:43 GMT -5
Graves nods to Draven and helps the man up after forcing himself up, Using Destiny to keep himself propped up. He grabs the axe and, with a groan of pain, pulls it free from his flesh. He hands it back to Draven and hunches over, placing a hand on the wound trying to stop the bleeding when Draven raises his arm to the sky. He trys to smirk but the pain keeps his expression a frown.
I won.... he looked up at LeBlanc and nodded. They had business now....after some healing. And he follows Draven to the exit tunnel.
" Good fight, Draven. Not had one in awhile... " He says while they bandage and med themselves up. " Two ranged fighters in ah' open arena makes for easy shots and hits eh? "
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Feb 8, 2013 1:33:26 GMT -5
Draven laughs as they bandage themselves up. "It was much better its more fun when they fight back everyone i fight is always afraid and they run makes it to easy." After draven bandages himself up and starts to walk up to the crowd "Rematch?" he asks Graves with a grin.
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Post by malcolmgraves on Feb 8, 2013 1:41:26 GMT -5
Graves shakes his head to Dravens offer.
" We will see another time, i think they have somethin' special planned...we better not take ta' spotlight. Find me later for a fight...good warm up. " With that he left, heading up the stairs and after some trial and error and the help from a guard...found his way back to the audience.
Orianna had walked through the streets of Noxus, her eyes deads set on a location off in the distance. Ball hummed quietly as it floated along beside her. The quiet rythem of her feet against the stone pavement. Those that got to close were quickly taught not to as the ball shocked them she looks to one as he had tried to knock her out, presumably to sell her, "He dances as he falls..." Without a second glance she continues towards the arena, she had heard champions would be here. Maybe she could meet one without having to kill it. Orianna was facinated with champions.
Carmilla watched Graves and Draven fight.. and something twitched inside her. She walked over to her Master and looked up at him with those souless eyes of her "Master, I want to kill something" she said, her voice just as void of emotion. Almost horrifyingly so.
Post by kevinxsenpai on Feb 8, 2013 18:41:28 GMT -5
Vladimir turned and looked at his apprentice. "Feeling the urge hmm? Go speak to Draven, perhaps he can get you an opponent. Do not disappointing our craft." He sent her off to find the executioner.
Carmilla nodded and headed towards the Executioner, nodding her head when she approached him "Give me something to kill" she said, there was a certain.. spark, in her usual soulless eyes.. it was demented, and crazy, but it was there.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Feb 9, 2013 7:02:00 GMT -5
Draven was taken back a bit by this girl walking up to him. "You Vlady boys new apprentice aren't you?" "I'm guessing he told you to fine me and set this up, well then as long as you can put on a good show lets do it." Draven smiles and leads her down to the arena floor. As they walk out to the middle of the arena the crowd grows slightly quiet. Even in Noxus killing children was a little weird. "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THE LAST EVENT BEFORE OUR MAIN ATTRACTION!!!!!!" "YOU ALL HAVE HEARD OF THE BLOOD LORD IM SURE OF IT WELL THIS LITTLE ONE TO MY LEFT IS THE NEXT GREAT HEMOMANCER AND IF THIS POOR SLAVE CAN KILL HER THEN HE WILL BE FREE TO LEAVE AND NEVER HAVE TO FIGHT FOR US AGAIN!!!!!' Draven says pointing to the doors to the gladiator barracks as a single man get led out by armed guards. He was nothing special but we had seen him fight before he knew his was around a blade and maybe in another life he could have been a good soldier in the Noxian army. "LETS GET THIS STARTED!" Draven yells getting this crowd riled up to its normal roar. "Alright wee one its your show now show em what your made of." As Draven turns to walk away "Make Vladdy boy proud of you."
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Carmilla's heels thumped against the stone of the arena as she looked at the man before him. The man had sort of a crazed look in his eye as a smile whipped over his face, he wasn't beyond killing a little girl, and hey, He was getting off scott free for it! Carmilla looked at the slave with her usual blank stare.
The young girl held her hand out, palm up. Slowly, swirls of scarlet blood seeped from her hand until a red orb of red hovered slightly above her hand, much like Vladimir uses on the fields. The man blinked.. just what the hell was this kid.. whatever, he quickly grabbed a sword and charged at her. Carmilla remained still till a split second before he swung
Carmilla side stepped the blow. making no move to attack, however. The man quickly began to slice at Carmilla, but the young girls speed was more than match for him, evading every one of his heavy blows with ease. Still, the impassive look painted her face.. she was toying with the poor man.
The is only seemed to anger him as his blows became much more aggressive. But blind rage had made him that much more predictable. The man swiped horizontally at Carmilla, the young girl ducked and thrust the orb of blood into the man's abdomen, and side stepped, kicking him the back hard enough to propel herself away from him. The man turned around and was about to charge her again, but he quickly fell to his knees, screaming in agony and clutching his stomach.
Carmilla had her hand held out to the man, it was obvious the blood she had shoved into him was doing it's work. "Your blind rage has been your downfall this day." She said, as she approached the man, staring down at him with her soulless red eyes. "Had you thought clearly about the situation, you may have defeated me, and won your freedom. Such a shame you did not." A sadistic smile crept across the young girls face as she watched the man suffer. "Beaten by a little girl.. ha." At the end of "ha", Carmilla closed her hand into a fist, instantly the man's head popped like balloon, sending blood and brains to splatter across the arena and Carmilla herself, though she did not seem to care.
As the headless man's body fell to the ground, Carmilla turned the silent crowd and gave a curtsy before walking back to her master. As she walked, the crowed cheered as that was indeed, a pretty good show.
Last Edit: Feb 9, 2013 19:08:59 GMT -5 by Carmilla
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 9, 2013 23:25:17 GMT -5
The gore-inspired cheers of the assemblage rose up over the arena, spilled out into the Noxian streets. A smirk spread behind the general's shroud as he cast a brief glance over LeBlanc. He withdrew his hand from hers to offer a few golfclaps for Carmilla's performance.
Finally, it was time for Noxus to meet their new champion. Swain re-positioned himself in his chair, rested his chin between his forefinger and thumb. His jaw extended as he absentmindedly tongued the space between his molars, awaiting Draven's final introduction...
Post by The Widowmaker on Feb 10, 2013 0:34:53 GMT -5
Evelynn had been watching the fights with a look of utter boredom, she enjoyed pain... But... How they done it? It just wasn't fun, she couldn't help but chuckle as the little girl ripped the mans head to pieces though.
Noticing Swain begin paying attention and generally looking interested she clicks her fingers to get Daichi's attention, "Hey... You... What's going on to make birdy over there interested?"
Post by kevinxsenpai on Feb 10, 2013 2:42:33 GMT -5
Vladimir watched intensely as he apprentice shattered the man's dream of freedom as well as his head. He smirked as the brain matter and blood coated the floor of the arena and his pupil. His head turned when he heard a clap come from the room, Swain appeared to be pleased with her performance.
Carmilla would be greeted when she reentered the room, a light smile on Vladimir's face as he patted her head, siphoning all the blood and brain fragments off her, making all of it disappear in to the air. "I'm proud of you Carmilla, you did well. You've shown to the world the true strength a hemomancer holds."
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Feb 10, 2013 18:32:42 GMT -5
Daichi's attention had never left Evelynn and it was a needed distraction from the blood spilling that took place once again. He was sure it was an impressive sight but ultimately one he cared little for.
"I believe that would be the main event Miss Evelynn." It was polite and indifferent, he acted as if he hadn't done anything to her at all. For all purposes, it was just an order to him.
"I may be wrong but judging by the intrigue, It may be right to assume."
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