The Tournament / Part Four long in the making, but it’s here…

Posted by gotrek860 on February 22nd, 2008 filed in Fan Fiction and tagged as , , , .

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The man didn’t seem to notice the liquid and simply kicked the naga overboard. He followed his movement and proceeded hacking at waiting nagas lined up to take the leader’s place. Skallcrusha let out a roar of approval at the carnage and joined the fray.

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The battle was now full blown. On the main avenue the fight centred around the end of the pear near the palisades where the immigrants tried to avoid the attackers and run for shelter. The Griffoon Lads held a few houses, where they had positioned groups of men and orcs to hold the line. The killer Hogs ignored the easternmost part of the harbour and were going straight for the pear where the civilians could easily be attacked. The dwarfs were now reduced to a few, grouped together hacking at oncoming attackers or throwing axes when the assault waves retreated. Jaghuar was in the midst of the fighting , at his side was Golrag. Jaghuar struck out with his sword and back swung at any survivor with his axe. His left arm parrying blows and his right hacking back. Through his precise moves and almost mechanical rhythm , Jaghuar was carving a bloody path through the orcs. Golrag stayed at his left side, chopping with his cleaver at anyone who attempted to attack Jaghuar from the rear. A group of goblins carrying spears and tridents came up behind Jaghuar and joined the combat. Fishing nets went flying entangling some of the Killer Hog grunts. The spear carrying goblins then proceeded stabbing at the slowed grunts with their spears. Varkas run up to them with a group of orcish warriors, most of them  sported bandages and broken pieces of armour which hinted at a recent redrawing from the fight. Varkas had no reserves and was now pushing his effort with those who had moved behind the lines to get healed in the captured mansions and houses. As they hit the group of goblins , three of the small creatures, flew up in the air, propelled by the impact. The others were turned to pulp by the bezerk attacks of the warriors. Varkas himself chopped left and right with both his swords. a group of cut-throats noticed  it and run towards the section with a fierce warcry. Two of them were cut down shortly after by the warriors, the rest locked in combat with the Vargas’ orcs. They were no match to them, but their numbers could tell in time. A group of crossbowmen now held the palisades and were peppering any approaching orc with a rain of bolts. Amongst these orcs were a few surviving nagas , though the creatures were desperately slow on the sand they were still has deadly and their huge leader, a green monster carrying two great scimitars dealt death to any who dared to challenge him. Most of the nagas had found shelter in a garden and weren’t moving from that position, acting as rear guard for the Killer Hogs.

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Varkas could see the human warrior just a few houses away, his armour covered in gore . He was cutting a path through his grunts like a swimmer cuts through waves. That humy had to go down, if he could get his boys near him, they’d get rid of that monstrous ogre and he could crush the worm…If he gave up now, the clan would demote him or one of his own orcs would take his place. Many of his group had already ran away when the fight had got harder, disappearing in the narrow streets, even more lay dead now on the beach or near the palisade. He saw an orc appear in front of him, he was smaller than himself and wielded two thin swords. Their swords clashed, he had to avoid the attackers’ blows, dodging and counter-attacking. These orcs weren’t as big as his own but they put up a fair fight. One of his warriors appeared behind his opponent and put his sword through him. The end of the sword coming out through the cut-throat’s thorax in a fountain of blood. Varkas  stepped back to let his opponent fall to the ground andmoved forward towards the human which was busy chopping limbs off a group of his crossbowmen.

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Skallcrusha was leading the remnants of his force down the pear. They had many losses, he had given his men time to recover before moving to help Jaghuar. but their effort had paid, the nagas after repeated attacks, had failed to take the fort and the remainder of their force was now scattered on the beach. Only the naga chief and his guards remained ready for action, and then only hidden in some richman’s garden. They joined the dwarf survivors and proceeded shooting at orcs and nagas. The fighting wasn’t as intense as it had been. And each side was growing wary of the other. They were letting off bolts and arrows, more to get the Killer Hogs to keep their heads down then to do any harm. Skallcrusha was crouched behind a palissade and wondered how long this had been going on for? From experience he knew that although it seemed as thought the fighting had lasted days, it had really all happened very quickly and only a coupleof hours had passed. Harrold was with them now, his armour cut and bent in many places, he breathed heavily, but was alive and well. They would need any able man they could get in these last moments, with exhausted fighters, it was a battle of will rather than skill. The first side to withdraw an inch would lose it all. Skallcrusha stood up and looked along the pear, a few corpses of unlucky immigrants lay there, but not nearly as many as would have been had they not been there… Vak had better pay them well for this patrol, he often wondered if their new “official employer” was a blessing or a curse,  looking at how many Griffoon Lads were dead or wounded, he thought  that today it was surely a curse. It was time to end this, he gestured to his men to pay attention.

“Right lads, one last effort, we give Jaghuar a hand and then we go home. Are you with me?”

A roar sounded, though a tired one, and they all ran down the pear leaping over the broken palissades and taken in up positions behind the nearest walls and houses. They shot a few bolts at the biggest group of orcs and took out their swords. In a desperate charge they joined the cut-throats that were already overwhelmed by the warriors and swords clashed armour and bronze weapons. a few of the warriors crumpled down as Skull crusha and his group hit them by surprise. But their chief was holding the group together and they soon resumed there formation and proceeded methodically dispatching every opponent they faced. Golrag entered the fray as well swinging left and right with his cleaver, Skallcrusha saw him decapitate a grunt in one chop of his knife and knock a warrior out with the back stroke.  Skallcrusha quickly put his sword through his body, to be sure he wouldn’t be getting up again, no time for chivalry here.They outnumbered the warriors two to one now, no help was coming from the rear  the nagas were nowhere to be seen. As Skullcrusha wondered why the nagas weren’t joining in, he saw Jaghuar appear before him covered in green and red blood. He held in one hand one of the naga leader’s sword and in the other his usual axe. How did he do that? he hadn’t seen him kill the creature yet, he had missed part of the action.

Jaghuar turned to him showing the sword.

“The damn critter broke mine, tough  fish these nagas…” he smiled under his helmet. To Skullcrusha it seemed as Hell was smiling at him.”I ‘ll keep it, it’s a good sword that one.” he didn’t wait for Skullcrusha’s answer and moved towards the now retreating warriors.

To be continued…