m'Shimu and Garr'ak enter the new pit to complete silence. There are a few scribes sitting in the huge stands, watching carefully for any actions, but the air is still and the footsteps of the combatants echo off the ceiling in the immense room. m'Shimu stands in the north, Garr'ak enters from the south.
m'Shimu steps haltingly back into the arena, tongue flicking curiously at the altered structure.
The snake, wearing black and red mottled lamellar armor, a ceremonial punching knife and a spell component pouch tucked into its belt, steps forward. In one spiked-gauntleted hand he carries a longspear, and in the other a javelin. From his shoulders and back hang a few slings carrying what must be another dozen javelins and shortspears.
His unblinking eyes stare at this newest opponent, and he hefts his spear in a strange gesture.
A hulking man would enter from the south. Standing closer to 7 feet tall than 6, one might say he was an intimidating figure in and of himself before taking into account the long-poled hammer that he carried with him. Dressed in chainmail, he seemed eager to start.
The snake wastes no time, hurling the javelin across the width of the arena in a startlingly accurate throw. As the javelin hisses through the air, the snake disappears from sight.
Vanish
5' step to B.10
Javelin Throw
---> Damage
Garr'ak would watch the javelin arch its way up through the air before descending down into his thigh...
With a roar, the hulking man would discard his lucerne hammer before starting forward. As he moved, he would reach over his shoulder to pull forth a greataxe as open-centered discuses clambered about his body.
Almost upon his enemy, he would veer behind a pillar to remove himself from his enemy's line of sight.
Current AC 18
- Free action drop weapon into A11
- Move action to move to F12
- Part of move action to draw greataxe
As Garr'ak closes the distance, his racial heritage seems to mark him as human.
A second javelin hisses through the air towards Garr'ak from next to one of the columns . Once again the snake disappears.
Throw Javelin
Vanish
5' step to C.10
Javelin
---> Damage
Garr'ak would growl as yet another javelin pierced his skin, this time however it hit him in the chest.
Catching a brief glimpse of his opponent, he would quickly move up so that he might be able to attack.
Starting to shake with rage, he would bring his axe down with all his strength upon the area he had last seen his opponent.
AC 18 as he enters the square, 16 after he starts to rage
Rage /7
- Move action to C10
- Free action to rage
- Standard action to attack with Power Attack
Attack
Damage
Garr'ak's vicious strike meets nothing but air, and a heartbeat later, he sees the Snake man stumble by with a whiffing punch of his spiked gauntlet. The snake, however, disappears once again.
Disappear
Check your PM
Spiked gauntlet
Still enraged, Garr'ak would start looking around for a target to hit.
AC 16
Rage /7
- Move action to try and perceive where his enemy is
- Standard action to ready an attack to step up/attack his Snake if he becomes visible within range of such
Unsure of where his enemy is, he readies himself.
Another javelin sails at Garr'ak's back , and once again the snake disappears.
Disappear
Check your PM
Javelin
---> Damage
Seemingly on his last leg, Garr'ak would move to the square where he last saw his opponent.
Hit Points (Modified by rage) /28
AC 16
Rage /7
- Move action to move to G10
An abandoned javelin hits the sand as a spear-tip speeds its way towards Garr'ak's exposed side. And then, unsurprisingly, the snake disappears again.
Disappear
Check your PM
Javelin
---> Damage
Garr'ak, with a final push would move over to swing his greataxe with all his might at the last square he saw his enemy in.
Hit Points (Modified by rage) -21/28
AC 16
Rage 3/7
- No action 5-foot to G11
- Standard action to power attack F12
Mere moments after the hulking figure's greataxe embeds itself into the ground, the man behind it would hit the arena floor dead as could be...
There are about 12 seconds of silence before the spear slams into the dead man once more, skewering him to the arena floor.
Then the snake bends low, tongue flicking out in an effort to see if the man is, in fact dead. Apparently happy that he's won, the snake's eyes range over the small audience, raise his bloody longspear in a strange salute, and he jogs his strange, halting jog back through his entrance.
I shan't be annoyed or frustrated, and hopefully everyone can be a little patient as long as we actually do get going soon. I'm glad you guys enjoy the arena so much. I'm working on getting things off of the grounds without snubbing real life stuff overmuch. Should have some time this evening.