What lies within *Graphic Violence
What lies within *Graphic Violence
Rameriz Sedya
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12.August.2015: Never forget.
Re: What lies within
Sweat rolled into his eyes. Ramirez would have wiped it away, were he not being crushed by Horg, one of the larger Thayan half orcs. His hands were pinned at his sides and it seems an age since he had last breathed a full breath. They both stood in the centre of the ring (well, Horg stood, holding the much smaller Ramirez in his arms, the top of his head just under the chin of Ramirez), and dozens of mixed blooded half orcs cheered and yelled and shouted advice. Overseeing them all stood two accursed Red Robed wizards and their guards. They did not cheer or yell, but spoke quietly as they watched the life being crushed out of Ramirez.
This was not going well. Oh, it had started well enough, with Ramirez keeping out of reach of the stronger fighter, and landing some solid blows. But a mis-step and he was caught mid-dodge by a blow that had knocked him of balance and into Horgs arms. By now Ramirez would have expected the call to break the combat... but it was not forth coming. His spine was suffering now, and getting worse. He could very well be dead soon if the combat continued. Horg seemed lost in the bloodlust, and Ramirez knew he would happily kill him.
His vision started to lose color at the edges.
Franticly he sough purchase with his feet, and was able to dig a large toe into Horgs side, just above his hip bone. He pushed himself up and sideways, still in Horgs grasp but at least now he had one arm free. Which he used to punch at the side of Horgs face. Little effect aside from a sore fist. Horg had a head like an upturned cast iron cooking pot. Rameriz vision swam down to a point and he felt his spine creak. He fumbled at Horgs head which jerked away. He felt something soft under his thumb and pushed, hard.
There was pressure, resistance, and then a warm release as his thumb burst something wet. And he fell backwards, released. Slowly his vision returned, as did the noise of Horg howling, and the crowd cheering and jeering. Ramirez rolled to his side, and slowly stood, shakily lifting his hands to defend himself. But it was over, Horg muscling his way into the crowd with his hand over an eye socket.
He stumbled to the edge of the ring himself, where he was greeted by Mon. “Are you allright?”
Ramirez nodded, and wiped at his eyes.
“Eyes sting”.
This was not going well. Oh, it had started well enough, with Ramirez keeping out of reach of the stronger fighter, and landing some solid blows. But a mis-step and he was caught mid-dodge by a blow that had knocked him of balance and into Horgs arms. By now Ramirez would have expected the call to break the combat... but it was not forth coming. His spine was suffering now, and getting worse. He could very well be dead soon if the combat continued. Horg seemed lost in the bloodlust, and Ramirez knew he would happily kill him.
His vision started to lose color at the edges.
Franticly he sough purchase with his feet, and was able to dig a large toe into Horgs side, just above his hip bone. He pushed himself up and sideways, still in Horgs grasp but at least now he had one arm free. Which he used to punch at the side of Horgs face. Little effect aside from a sore fist. Horg had a head like an upturned cast iron cooking pot. Rameriz vision swam down to a point and he felt his spine creak. He fumbled at Horgs head which jerked away. He felt something soft under his thumb and pushed, hard.
There was pressure, resistance, and then a warm release as his thumb burst something wet. And he fell backwards, released. Slowly his vision returned, as did the noise of Horg howling, and the crowd cheering and jeering. Ramirez rolled to his side, and slowly stood, shakily lifting his hands to defend himself. But it was over, Horg muscling his way into the crowd with his hand over an eye socket.
He stumbled to the edge of the ring himself, where he was greeted by Mon. “Are you allright?”
Ramirez nodded, and wiped at his eyes.
“Eyes sting”.
12.August.2015: Never forget.