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The Arena: Xor vs. The Clone; Rate this, please!
Topic Started: Nov 9 2007, 08:31 AM (120 Views)
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Sometimes, the most unexpected thing
Can be the most wonderful of all.

The gates slowly creaked open, and Xor was shocked. It was not his clone that he saw. A deep red bustier was over white-and-black striped fur, a sight that Xor never really tired of. "Bianca..." he whispered.

The Arenamaster was furious. "What's she doing here!?" For such a short Dwarf, he had a really nasty temper. Jumping the spectator's wall like so many hurdles, he demanded, "What are you DOING!? This is for gladiators only!"

"Xor! I had to warn you!" Bianca was running to Xor, ignoring the Arenamaster giving chase. Short stubby legs can't stand up to muscled Tarbin legs, anyway. "Your clone is armed! You're going to be fighting an armed version of yourself, and you're not allowed a weapon!"

Xor pressed her to him. "It's alright," he said, "I'll be fine. But, don't go!" he said, when she started to leave. "I like your company."

The Arenamaster was confused. "The clone has a weapon? How'd he get one of those? That's impossible!" However, he was dead wrong. A tall, red-haired Elf stepped out from the Arena gate, holding what appeared to be an exact duplicate of Xor's Magick Blade. However, if any had been foolish enough to get close enough to examine it, they would have found that it was the real Magick Blade.

Without speaking, the clone pointed it at Xor, who went spiraling through the air, into one of the arena walls. The crowd gasped, as Xor picked himself up, spitting out blood. "Arcane Tornado, eh?" he asked, mocking his clone. "Come on! You can do better!"

The clone growled, then made a design in the air with the Magick Blade. Xor's head caught fire, and Xor screamed in pain. However, it quickly went out.

The Arenamaster had broken the clone's concentration, by grabbing the clone's hand. "Give me that sword!" He was trying his best to disarm the clone, but the clone was far too powerful. The clone swung his arm, sending the Arenamaster into the crowd, unconscious.

Xor had once again recovered, and he charged forward, towards the clone. It sounded like two storm fronts colliding when they hit. A bloody mass of flailing limbs and glinting metal resulted. Xor was attempting to throttle the clone, whilst the clone attempted to use Death's Gaze on Xor.

Eventually, the clone got his chance. Grabbing Xor's chin, he gazed directly into his eyes, leaving Xor unconscious. Death's Gaze had worked; his foe was incapacitated. The Clone lifted his arms in triumph; he flung Xor to the ground. No one in the crowd cheered. No one moved.

Bianca knelt over Xor, who was breathing shallowly. She began to tend to his wounds, hoping The Clone would not notice. Unfortunately- he did.

The Clone charged forward, grabbing Bianca by the neck. Her eyes began to bulge, and she felt her strength dissipating. However, she was not done for.

She began to claw at The Clone's eyes. Screaming in horror, The Clone knocked her down. His eyes were bleeding, blinding him. However, being a Seer, or at least a shadowy mockup, he was also not done for. He smelled, he heard, he felt. Groping his way to Xor, he prepared for the kill-

And a foot kicked him in the stomach. Xor was blindfolded now, in his own element. A strip was gone from his pants, signifying how he had gotten the blindfold. Bianca was up as well, and she jumped on The Clone, clawing and punching and kicking.

The Clone dropped the Magick Blade, in severe pain. Picking it up, Xor held it over his head, and then plunged it into the depths of The Clone's body.

Bianca grasped Xor, sobbing, "I thought... I thought you were dead!" Xor removed his blindfold, his eyes filled with tears, and said, "So did I. And if it weren't for you, I would be. That's twice now you've prevented me from dying, I really owe you. Tell me what you want, and I shall give it."

Bianca looked up at him, with a half-smile, and said, "There is one thing you could do... Marry me."

Xor was filled with elation. "Your wish shall be granted," he said, "as it is mine as well."

An arm was around a furry waist; a tail around a skinned one, as Xor and Bianca walked out of The Arena, towards the Chapel. The crowd did not cheer. Instead, the entire arena was filled with one, great, happy sigh.
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