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RP Sample:
The jeers and cheers of the crowd reverberated through Tondrick's skull. Their faces staring towards the drawn circle, an arena of blood and sweat, two giants battling for their lives fought there, raining blow after blows upon each other, neither willing to give up. Baloric Herdpounder circled to the right, bringing his great blade in a swinging arc, dipping under Torkil's guard, splitting the skin and flesh of his hip, blood seeping from the riven muscle. Smiling, Baloric taunted, "Your time is up old man, this tribe has been following tradition too long, been in hiding too long, it is time to change, time to open up to the wider world, time for a new person to lead, and with my strength, and the support of my chosen, I will do this!"
"It may well be time for things to change, but it is not you Baloric, son of Bandor, who will be the one to force that change, you are seeped in dark secrets, and are not a honorable man. Even if I fall, one day your lack of honor will come to be your death..." Torkil responded, limping a bit from his wound, trying to hide his discomfort.
"I guess only time...and currently, my blade will tell!" And as he says this, Baloric raises his blade over his head, the sun flashing off the polished blade, brighter then seemed normal, the blinding flash causes Torkil to shut his eyes for a brief second...one second too long. Tondrick cries out in anger and rage as Baloric's blade sinks into his fathers shoulder, into his chest, almost cleaving him in twain. As his father slumps to the ground, a pool of blood spreading to mix with the mud...his vision grows hazy, rage taking over....
Waking up in a cold sweat, his dagger clenched tightly in his fist, Tondrick shakes his head, trying to get the last vestiges of the reoccurring nightmare out of his head, Sandra turns over in the bed and caresses his chest lightly, trying to calm him, to sooth the pain that he only shows in sleep....