Legends of Belariath
Ashe NightBlood
Pitfight
(To read the start of this story please go to 'The Collaring' by Flidais)
Torches burn brightly about the ring, the shouting of sweaty men and the rampant giggling of the women that have gathered for this event, as one man steps before them all upon a raised platform, grinning wildly as he holds his hands up into the air, and all falls silent. Men come forward and remove the large carpet in the center of the stone room, within the floor is a large pit, closed off by metal bars and grating the men open the door as the man upon the platform opens his arms, his white robes flowing out as he speaks.
"Tonight we have a most splendid spectacle for your viewing ladies and gentlemen. Returning tonight for a one time fight after several years of retirement. I am pleased to once more introduce to you....Ashe! The only person ever to actually fight his way out of the pits to be free!" As the man in white speaks a dark figure, dark elfic and dressed all in a deep blue color approaches the pit, his expression one of calm detachment.
Then the man grins slightly as Ashe drops down through the door into the pit below, the walls of stone stained with old bloodstains as he raises his hand, six other beings stepping forward, two elves, a goblin, an orc, a minotaur and a wolven, as the white cloaked one grins almost evilly "And these ladies and gents are his opponents!" At this comment a woman in the crowd raises a hand up to her lips, her eyes going wide as the six drop into the pit.
And thus the dark one within merely grins, Ashe taking his stance, his feet sliding across the stones, casting up little dust clouds as he nods to the opponents within. First to come is one of the elves, followed closely by the second, the first punching with a high right for his face, the other coming in a roundhouse kick for his opposite side, the punch connects but it only receives a grin from the dark elf half-breed, grabbing the leg of the kicking elf and hurling him into one of the walls, following the thrown one and leaving the other left standing dumbly as he hits hard with several punches to the elf against the wall, slamming him repeatedly into the stone surface, the wet snap of bone is heard before Ashe ends the fight with this one with a straight kick to his jaw, slamming his head into the wall and knocking him unconscious.
The second elf by this time has charged in almost madly as Ashe simply ducks and then hurls him sending the elf over him against the wall, knocking the poor fool out easily. As the orc grabs him about the arms to hold him the goblin moving in to try and hit him though Ashe lifts both his legs wrapping them about the things neck and with a quick twist of his legs there is a snap of bone and it crumples to the floor in a lifeless heap, as Ashe throws his head back hitting the orc in the chin causing him to release his grip and stagger backwards, Ashe not being the kind one quickly turns and delivers a knee directly to the thing's groin, resulting in crumpling it to the floor.
And meanwhile the elegant lady who's collar he wears just watches, her hands clenched tight in her skirts, her lip between her teeth as she whimpers a little worriedly, her eyes never leaving the dark one in the pit as the cheers of crazed fans roar about her jumping up and down, women shouting sweet nothings at Ashe which he ignores as his attention turns to the other two in the pit.
The wolven at this point has pulled out a chain, twirling it around over his head as he lashes out with it for Ashe's face, Ashe meanwhile snaps his hands up and allows the chain to wrap about his forearm, yanking himself at the wolven as he kicks hard for its gut, causing it to double over as he brings his hand up in a uppercut, causing it to stagger back before he flips backwards, releasing the chain as he catches the wolven in the chin with both of his feet knocking him against the wall to slump in the corner.
And thus the minotaur merely chuckles, charging straight at Ashe with his horns, Ashe meanwhile grabbing them and flipping himself over the thing's back as he continues his run, springing up and off the wall to catch the minotaur in the side of the head with a massive roundhouse kick, slamming its head into the wall and breaking a horn, as Ashe takes his stance again, the minotaur looking a bit woosy as Ashe literally runs up the beast, grabbing the bars atop the pit and wrapping his legs tight about the thing's neck, choking it as he tightens the muscles cutting off it's breath as several moments later it crumples in a slumber. Ashe dropping to the floor though now he limps a little as the door is opened and a ladder is lowered, allowing him to climb out, though still with a little limp as the white robed one speaks again "Ladies and Gentlemen the winner! Ashe he belongs to the Lady Flidais!! Hey Ashe your foot ok?" At this Ashe merely chuckles.
"Minotaur had a hard head...."
Though at this point Flidais has moved forward into the crowd before Ashe turns to the white robed one "Just one more thing Kinocal..." the white robed one turns to look at Ashe "What would that be dark one?" and to this Ashe merely grins wickedly "You are a dead man." The robed one's eyes grow large as dinner plates just before he is caught with a splendid high kick to his jaw, resulting in a loud crack and his body crumpling to the floor as Ashe turns to look over those gathered "Now does anyone else insist upon making me continue this foolishness? If not I suggest you part and let me and my Mistress leave...NOW!" and seconds later a path is cleared entirely to the door as Ashe hops off the raised pedestal and moves over to Flidais "Shall we go Mistress?" his hand offered to her, as she takes it hesitantly as both of them move to the door and outside accompanied by frightened whispers until the doors close behind them.
Once more returning upon their journeys on their way back to the Inn.