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![]() The Games of Saberhaven Akira Axehammer vs. Bazoo
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A brawler fight always brings out the fans and today is no exception.
This fight will not be won by crafty spellcasting or by fancy maneuvers.
We're talkin' brute force here! And the odds makers have had a tough time
with one. Most think it will come down to who wants it more. The Mul called Bazoo is a real brute even among his race, and it's been said that he could lift a loaded wagon over his head. The way he flips those heavy weapons around, few doubt that assertion. He has stated publicly that he plans on enjoying the champion's title and few people doubt that one either. Akira Axehammer is a mighty warrior who relies on his trusty battleaxe and hammers to destroy his opponents. Thus far, he remains undefeated as none could meet his brutal standards. Most expect him to go far in these fights. The crowd rises to their feet with a roaring cheer, welcoming the two gladiators to the Arena. Akira enters, swinging his mighty axe, with a look of determination on his etched face. The mul, Bazoo, enters at full tilt with both spears whipping around in a display of his great skill with these weapons. They meet with a clang of steel close to Akira's door, spears and axe attacking in unison. Both spears strike the crouched dwarf and his replies are aimed at the mul's knees. One misses and the other one strikes but has no special effect on Bazoo's leg. "Bazoo hack!!!" yells the mul and succeeds in missing dramatically while Akira strikes with determined precision, hitting Bazoo for two unanswered blows. They trade a sequence of pokes and chops until, seeing an opportunity for some snazzy showbiz, Bazoo winds up into his famed 'Death Spiral' maneuver and knocks himself out cold. Seeing his opponent crash to the ground before him, Akira, never being one to look a gift rothe in the teeth, screams a victory chant while crashing several strong blows into his fallen opponent. After the numerous blows the judges signal the fight over and Akira the victor. Once again the Dwarven God of the Forge has smiled on Akira in this Arena. A chant steadily grows as the dwarves in the crowd, seeing a possible hope for champion growing from their midst, rally to support a favored son. Few see the slave master Romus Todd at the edge of the stands, holding his face in his hands and shaking his head from side to side.
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