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Dirk
the Fighting Pen
Around him the crowd gave out a bloodthirsty roar. Dirk stepped into the arena with a smile as he turned too look at the spectators. Drug addicts and killers. Freaks and fuckers! All gathering in one place to watch him perform. To watch him kill. He gave a satisfied laugh at the turn out before setting his gaze across the arena to his opponent. The speakers boomed as Critter, the announcer, began speaking.
"We have a satisfying fight to the death this afternoon folks! In the Guzzlers corner we have Dirk, who has been accused of stealing the accusers rations."
A few members in the crowd boo'd, primary supporters of the Marauders.
"In the Marauders corner we have Dom, the accuser."
Similar to himself, Dom got a few boos. This time from the Guzzlers in the crowd.
"This is the third time the two have been caught scrapping in the streets, and we all know what that means!"
In unison the crowd roared out.
A FIGHT
"That's right, a fight to the death! Joining us is the Baroness of our fine city, Jessica Grimm!"
Once again the crowd roared out in support. The Baroness herself sat high up in the stands in a balcony. She took a sip from a wine glass and gave a quick wave around the arena.
Dirk focused across the arena towards Dom. The two had always butted heads, but today it would finally end. Dirk had been itching for a reason to kill him, and when the Raiders pulled him off as he was choking out Dom he knew they were being hauled off to the arena.
"Both of their respective factions have been provided weapons for their fighters, located conveniently in the lock boxes of the arena."
Two flags sat towards the center of the arena. One bearing the insignia of the Blood Guzzlers and the other the symbol for Monty's Marauders.
"Fight!"
Both Dirk and Dom charged towards their respective flag. Opening the box, Dirk peered inside expecting to see one of his large knives. He frowned, pulling a dull and rusty butter knife from the box. He shot a glance back at the Guzzlers and flipped them off, a few laughed in response. Turning his attention back towards Dom the man already had his weapon, a revolver. The mercenary fired a shot at Dirk, the bullet hitting the box and hitting Dirk in the side. Growling, Dirk lobbed the box towards his opponent, who side stepped it and fired another shot, this one missing it's target.
Rushing forward, Dirk dodge another shot while a fourth hit him in the calf.
"Damn it Dom, quit shooting at me and fight like a man."
The man gave a cocky smirk and didn't answer, firing another shot as Dirk got a few feet closer towards him. The shot landed in Dirks shoulder, and though the pain was dulled by his enchantments it slowed him down. Before the mercenary could get off another shot, Dirk tackled him to the ground. The gun went off as the men hit the ground, the sixth and final bullet heading off towards the stands.
Dirk stabbed the rusty knife into the mans stomach and went to stab a second time before getting knocked in the head with the gun. The knife fell from his hands as he tried to gather himself but his vision was blurry from the blow. Dom pushed Dirk too the side, getting in another hit before climbing on top of him."Your last meal is going to be your own fuckin' blood Dirk." He said with a laugh, hitting Dirk in the stomach with the handle of the revolver.
Dom put the barrel of the gun to Dirks forehead and laughed as Dirk finally snapped back into focus. Dirk stretched out his arm, struggling to get a grip on the knife as Dom weight was pressed on his chest. Dom looked up towards the Baroness, who gave a quick thumbs down.
Dom smirked down at Dirk, hesitating before he pulled the trigger.
"Any last words?"
"Fuck you."
Dirk got a grip on the knife as Dom pulled the trigger, an unsatisfying *click* came instead of a bang. Stabbing the knife up into Dom neck, blood spurted from his throat as he grabbed at the knife that stuck from his throat. Pushing the dying man off him, Dirk stood laughing some as he caught his breath. Sitting up on his ass, he patted Dom as he struggled too breath with blood in his throat. Dirk stood up and looked over himself, taking note of his injures before looking down at his opponent.
"You hesitated Dom."
Giving the man a kick to the side, Dirk raised his arms into the air and turned in a circle looking over the crowd as they cheered.
"And the winner is Dirk!"
Looking up at the Baroness, Dirk watched as she stood from her seat, said something to one of her guards and disappeared from her balcony. Giving one last bow to the crowd, Dirk grabbed the rusty knife and limped back towards his exit.
~~~
Dirk laid in his small pad, sipping on a beer as he sharpened one of his combat knives. A knock came from his door and creaked open, expecting too see one of the Guzzlers floozies Dirk smiled at the door but frowned. Instead of a woman, it was a rather well-dressed man, resembling a butler, with a stoic face with his arms behind his back.
"Miss Grimm would like too speak with you."
Dirk frowned, stabbing the blade into the table.
"Guessin' I can't say no?"
~~~
The butler opened a door letting him into a room with a handful of other people. The door closed behind him with a dull thud. He ran a hand through his hair and whistled too himself as he looked around at everyone else. He found a seat in the middle of the room next too a small desk with a lamp and small statue. He started fidgeting with the statue before laying it sideways on the desk.
"Anyone know what we're fuckin' doing here?"
the Fighting Pen
Around him the crowd gave out a bloodthirsty roar. Dirk stepped into the arena with a smile as he turned too look at the spectators. Drug addicts and killers. Freaks and fuckers! All gathering in one place to watch him perform. To watch him kill. He gave a satisfied laugh at the turn out before setting his gaze across the arena to his opponent. The speakers boomed as Critter, the announcer, began speaking.
"We have a satisfying fight to the death this afternoon folks! In the Guzzlers corner we have Dirk, who has been accused of stealing the accusers rations."
A few members in the crowd boo'd, primary supporters of the Marauders.
"In the Marauders corner we have Dom, the accuser."
Similar to himself, Dom got a few boos. This time from the Guzzlers in the crowd.
"This is the third time the two have been caught scrapping in the streets, and we all know what that means!"
In unison the crowd roared out.
A FIGHT
"That's right, a fight to the death! Joining us is the Baroness of our fine city, Jessica Grimm!"
Once again the crowd roared out in support. The Baroness herself sat high up in the stands in a balcony. She took a sip from a wine glass and gave a quick wave around the arena.
Dirk focused across the arena towards Dom. The two had always butted heads, but today it would finally end. Dirk had been itching for a reason to kill him, and when the Raiders pulled him off as he was choking out Dom he knew they were being hauled off to the arena.
"Both of their respective factions have been provided weapons for their fighters, located conveniently in the lock boxes of the arena."
Two flags sat towards the center of the arena. One bearing the insignia of the Blood Guzzlers and the other the symbol for Monty's Marauders.
"Fight!"
Both Dirk and Dom charged towards their respective flag. Opening the box, Dirk peered inside expecting to see one of his large knives. He frowned, pulling a dull and rusty butter knife from the box. He shot a glance back at the Guzzlers and flipped them off, a few laughed in response. Turning his attention back towards Dom the man already had his weapon, a revolver. The mercenary fired a shot at Dirk, the bullet hitting the box and hitting Dirk in the side. Growling, Dirk lobbed the box towards his opponent, who side stepped it and fired another shot, this one missing it's target.
Rushing forward, Dirk dodge another shot while a fourth hit him in the calf.
"Damn it Dom, quit shooting at me and fight like a man."
The man gave a cocky smirk and didn't answer, firing another shot as Dirk got a few feet closer towards him. The shot landed in Dirks shoulder, and though the pain was dulled by his enchantments it slowed him down. Before the mercenary could get off another shot, Dirk tackled him to the ground. The gun went off as the men hit the ground, the sixth and final bullet heading off towards the stands.
Dirk stabbed the rusty knife into the mans stomach and went to stab a second time before getting knocked in the head with the gun. The knife fell from his hands as he tried to gather himself but his vision was blurry from the blow. Dom pushed Dirk too the side, getting in another hit before climbing on top of him."Your last meal is going to be your own fuckin' blood Dirk." He said with a laugh, hitting Dirk in the stomach with the handle of the revolver.
Dom put the barrel of the gun to Dirks forehead and laughed as Dirk finally snapped back into focus. Dirk stretched out his arm, struggling to get a grip on the knife as Dom weight was pressed on his chest. Dom looked up towards the Baroness, who gave a quick thumbs down.
Dom smirked down at Dirk, hesitating before he pulled the trigger.
"Any last words?"
"Fuck you."
Dirk got a grip on the knife as Dom pulled the trigger, an unsatisfying *click* came instead of a bang. Stabbing the knife up into Dom neck, blood spurted from his throat as he grabbed at the knife that stuck from his throat. Pushing the dying man off him, Dirk stood laughing some as he caught his breath. Sitting up on his ass, he patted Dom as he struggled too breath with blood in his throat. Dirk stood up and looked over himself, taking note of his injures before looking down at his opponent.
"You hesitated Dom."
Giving the man a kick to the side, Dirk raised his arms into the air and turned in a circle looking over the crowd as they cheered.
"And the winner is Dirk!"
Looking up at the Baroness, Dirk watched as she stood from her seat, said something to one of her guards and disappeared from her balcony. Giving one last bow to the crowd, Dirk grabbed the rusty knife and limped back towards his exit.
~~~
Dirk laid in his small pad, sipping on a beer as he sharpened one of his combat knives. A knock came from his door and creaked open, expecting too see one of the Guzzlers floozies Dirk smiled at the door but frowned. Instead of a woman, it was a rather well-dressed man, resembling a butler, with a stoic face with his arms behind his back.
"Miss Grimm would like too speak with you."
Dirk frowned, stabbing the blade into the table.
"Guessin' I can't say no?"
~~~
The butler opened a door letting him into a room with a handful of other people. The door closed behind him with a dull thud. He ran a hand through his hair and whistled too himself as he looked around at everyone else. He found a seat in the middle of the room next too a small desk with a lamp and small statue. He started fidgeting with the statue before laying it sideways on the desk.
"Anyone know what we're fuckin' doing here?"