Brutus's mouth drops to the ground, as he looks at the tiny stub of wood in his hand. His brow furrows, and he then clentches his teeth. His face turns red, and he looks at the Orc with hatred. Brutus leaps at the Orc with his fists balled up white. "That was me pappys club!"

Brutus will pummel the Orc with two mighty blows.

 

 

The left hook glances of of the larger orc's chin doing nothing except bring an amusing look to it's flaming eyes.

 

The right jab connects with the beast man's abdomin, which is exactly like punching a stone mountain side. Brutucus's may want to make sure his hands alright. His attack carries enough raw force to tranfer some damage to the insides of the attacker.

 

The smiling orc looks surprised when he halfway doubles over from the impact of the barbarian's last resort attack He stands up straight and spills a new respectful laughter over the man before him. "Pretty good little human. Here I'll even give you one free shot before I paint the landscape with your brains, just because you didn't run away like I figured you would."

 

The strange rider grasps his kill blade with two hands and hauls it up and over his head as if ready to pound the man into the ground like a tent stake, "C'mon then, let's have it killer"

 

He stands still and blinks once slowly, his fire filled eyes gleam with mischievieous hate.

Brutus shakes his hands, and rubbs his bleeding knuckles. He looks over the Orc, thinking that punching it would do no good. He spitts on the ground in front of it as it mocks him, giving him a free shot. Brutus nods, not wanting to dissapoint the creature.

Brutus waits till the cleaver is up over its head, and his stance is wide open. He then brings up his furred boot, and tries to plant it as hard as he can in the orcs groin. Determined to break his balls, Brutus kicks with all his strength. (Thaco: 16. Nat 18 to hit. Woo Hoo! 11 Dmg.)

 

(( *rolls eyes* Oh jeez))

 

Between his legs the rider sports a cod piece in the form of a mocking grinned goblin skull. It's still like kicking a sack of rocks. The hard crotch protector explodes into large slivers (no "none get him") Brut's foot throbs from the muffled impact through the orcs ornate bone supporter.

 

The orc looks at the barbarinan  maintaining the pompous smile. He slowly twists his head fom side to side. The barbarian thinks he might have to try something different.

 

The orc slowly turns a deeper shade of green and kneels. He then vomits violently from somewhere deep within his diaphram. Brut gets a facefull of the hot meat filled bile as it spews straight out from it's mouth like water through a (big) hole in the dyke. .

 

The blade stays in  his limped arm as he gags again.

 

With chunky saliva still running from out of his mouth the orc looks up with a dizzy gaze. "That's gonna cost ya. Now it's personal!"

 

He staggers back to his feet, reeling some, and gathers up his blade. 

 

(you go)

Brutus grabs up his foot, and howls in pain as he hops around in circles on the other one. "Oooooo! OW! Ow! Owy!" He looks over to the demon orc, and was about to mention something about 'balls of steel', when he got a face full of the things vomit. Brutus immediatly backed up, regaining his normal stance, and wiping the gunk from his face. Flipping his long, now wet, hair back and flinging chunks of who knows what through the air. He looks to the orc in disgust. A grinn comes to his face, satisfied somewhat that his last attack at least did something to the orc. "Ha! Thats fer me pappy!"

He then launches himself at the orc while he utters more threats at Brutus. With both hands Brutus tries to grab the huge cleaver the orc is holding.  "You dont mind if I borrow this do ya!"

 

 

((Whats your Str? ))

 

The two dead lock over the bladed weapon.

The orc towers over the scrappy back woods barbarian. Even though he should be able to toss the lighter man several paces away the guy stays on and is dragged around as he hangs on tightly.

They flail *rolls a bunch* Brute is slung feet straight out several times and they end up w/ the wolf rider standing on Brute's chest as they hang onto the handle pulling and straining with gritted wet tenacity. ((He's being strangeld in a backwards way but he can go 1/3 his con for now))

The rider is ticked off as bulbous drool drips from th corner of his mouth, "You better run before I get ahold of you. I'm gonna pop your eyes out and feed them to your bastich father"

((whoops, I see it 17 your roll was actually a nine. My bad))

Brutus holds on with all his might, thinking he would be dead if he ever let go. He is amazed at the raw strength of the orc... a worthy foe indeed. His place in Valhalla would be assured if he could best this beast.

Brutus roars out in defiance the whole time hes being whipped around like a rag doll, using what momentum he can to wrench the weapon free. "May a Yetis stench be forever up yer nose, ye dern orc!! I aint lettin go!.... Yer momma has a drarfs arse fer a face!!"

 

 

The two grapple over the blade. Brute would be lucky to wield it and he knows it as he now looks at it up close.

 

*lots of rolling*

 

The much stronger rider hoists the blade and the barabrian into the air and shakes him nearly unconscience. Brute coninues (barely) to hang on and is as stubborn as ever. The orc cries out at the insults and begins to go into a frothing berserker rage while shaking the barbarian off the ground. Brute's legs sway back and forth like stuffed pendulems. "You die now skin sack! Your blood will feed my demon! Your eyes shall trophy my kill necklace!"

 

(Stalemate. go again)

Brutus head and body whip around like a rag, trying to hold onto the orcs weapon. He could tell the creature was much stronger than him now, and this wasnt gonna work. Beads of sweat fly off his face at each jolt the orc slings him. Brutus gritts his teeth wondering what to do. He suddenly grinns wide, having a small idea.

Brutus lets go of the wepon as his body swings out again, flinging him out over the beach. He quickly lands rolling, and leaps to the side again. Within a couple strides, Brutus is waist deep in the foamy sea water... and still backing up as he faces the orc on the beach. Brutus holds out his hand, and motions for the orc to come to him, all the while wearing an evil grinn. "Come on big boy! You want a piece ov me!? Then come get it!" Brutus continues to back into the water as it starts to rise tward his chest.

 

The huge orc steadies itself. The sun gleams off of it's steelen skin in rainbow hues as it dwells on the evolving situation.

 

With a snort it gives chase to the human following him to the shore, Plodding forward it steps into the first of the ankle deep sand instantly sinking ankle deep

 

It stops and back steps once to firmer ground. Again it steps in testing the depth. Once it gets thigh deep it retreats back to dry ground

 

From the shore it paces back and forth thinking intently looking out to the sea and then back to the wood

 

((go ahead he's working on it))

((Edit* Steps into ankle deep sand and instantly sinks calf deep. I wish there was an edit post option  ))

Brutus stops advancing deeper in the waves, and holds his arms out, shouting to the orc... "Whats the matter? Not affraid of a little water are ya? There aint nothin out here that'll git ye... cept me! HA HAHAHAHA!" Brutus will then jerk violently, and dunk underwater... ACTING like something big in the water just grabbed him. He'll bob back to the surface one more time and quickly look around with a surprised look on his face, then jerk back down under the water again and hold his breath. He then immediatly swims off to the side, flanking the orcs position, and waiting to see if the orc will come out to investigate.

 

 

((. Brute can hold his breath for 6rds then?))

 

The orc scout snarls at the taunting hairy man with a look of disgust.

 

He hears a familiar growl from behind and looks back to see his bleeding mount emerge from the wood. Blood runs from the thick daggers set in it's side.

In it's blood darkened mouth is the leg ((knee down))  of a human. A boot with a long knife still on it. Thin limbs and leaves are wrapped around the lances that are fastened to the saddle. Several fresh cuts drip blood down it's left flank.

 

((1rd))

 

The look on the rider partially human face turns to sheer pleasure when the barbarian is pulled under the water. The orc wasn't fond of water, especially in this hardened form. There was only the massive magma pools of fire and vapor where they came from and you didn't wade near much less into those.

 

Some unseen thing appeared to kill the ignorant human and left it for dead or was eating it from underneath.

 

"No matter, come Lucotta, my faithful hound. It looks as if you did more killing this day then your master"

 

((2rd))

 

Pulling a huge lance from the saddle the orc ses to pirece the floating body. It heitates fro a long second and ten relaxes it's stance. "Waste of a good lance. Smelly human can't have anything I we want anyway. Stupid thing was fighting with a stick when we found it. Leave it"

 

((3rd))

 

He throws himself onto the huge wolf which drops the proof of it's kill on the beach ((the scout assumes that it killed the femme from earlier))

 

"Let's finish mapping this pathetic green hell as Ka-Thrall has insructed. If  Ironbar and Boncerusher succeed at the summoning we'll have plenty of bloodsouls to drink shortly"

 

((4rd))

 

He turns the canine with a foot signal and they ride into the thick wood.

 

((5rd))

Brutus finally comes up for air after a long wait. (full 6 rounds.) He slowly raises his head up out of the water, taking in a breath of air and looking around. He huffs at not seeing the orc around... "Skeered of the water! Dern green wimp."

Brutus plods up out of the water, and up onto the beach. He lays down in the warm sand and rests, while looking up into the sky. He wonders where the orc came from, not hearing of any reports of the Blood Clan in this area. He stands up after a short while and looks to the forest... Id better go and report this to me own clan. With that thought Brutus takes off up the beach, heading the samed direction when he first saw that pirate girl. He glances back as he runs and wonders.... what the hell ever happened to her anyway? Oh well. He keeps running.