18+ Kings of Fire

[Orien Terrik]

Bjorn was startled when the door to the inn flew open, and a group of men piled in. It seemed that about ten men had entered the inn, armed to the Teeth. Bjorn glanced at Throgrim, then at the woman who had snuggled up into the group beside him. She tapped him on the shoulder, as best as possible. "We haven't kept in touch with each other for quite awhile so, we thought we do some catching up. Isn't that right, uh...Marley?" she said, looking up at him. Bjorn looked back up at Throgrim, an eyebrow raised. Throgrim and the bandits exchanged some words, but Bjorn didn't catch it, he had kind of zoned out. He was brought back to reality by a yelling Throgrim. "You can't buy me, asshole. So I'm going to say this once, and only once, so you better hope it gets through your thick skull. You turn around, and you walk out of that door, or this is going to turn into a bloodbath. And I promise you, we'll be the ones left standing." He said, spitting at the man's feet, and drawing his sword ever so slightly. A fight was brewing. Bjorn lifted his Axe, bringing it into both of his hands. He smiled at the opposing men, but it wasn't a pleasant smile, it was one of warning. He noticed Caldr walk to the bar and order a drink. Bjorn noted that it seemed like he didn't intend to fight. Out of nowhere, Caldr whipped around from the bar, smashing his bottle into the head of the nearest maraduer. "Well, what are you waiting for? Pummel the B******s!" He yelled out. Bjorn didn't wait any longer. He banged his Axe handle on his chest, making a deep thumping noise, and let out a War Cry, one that instantly put fear into the eyes of the Marauders he was charging. Lowering his shoulder, he smashed into one, leveling him, and swung his axe around, smacking a second square in the face with the side of his axe. The man slumped, but Bjorn wasn't done, lifting him up one handed, he threw the smaller man across the inn, and he smashed into the table that Bald man was sitting at. "Sorry, he doesn't fly well." He yelled to the Bald man, apologizing wholeheartedly. Suddenly, the door burst off its hinges, and six more men came running in, one of them similar in size to Bjorn, who raised an eyebrow at the man. As the three smaller men ran past Bjorn, the big one sized him up, and walked forward, towards him, confidently. Many of the Inns normal Patrons cleared out through the busted door. The large marauder and Bjorn began walking in a tight circle, facing each other at all times. He heard the sound of fighting behind him, and assumed that was his allies entering the fight. The large marauder pulled out twin swords from their scabbards. They both stopped, starring at each other. They charged at the same time, both letting out war cries. The Marauder swung his swords evenly, one up high, paralleled by the one down low. Bjorn dropped onto his knees, sliding in beneath the top blade, and slamming his axe but down into the ground, in front of his body, stopping the lower blade. Both large men were surprisingly agile, and together, they danced circles, blades swing, axe blocking, axe swinging, blades blocking, until, finally, Bjorn ducked under neath a blow, and brought his fist up into the man's gut, knocking the wind out of him. The Marauder bent over, and Bjorn then brought his knee up into his opponents face, and a loud snap was heard as the man fell onto his back with a thud. Suddenly, the room seemed quiet, and Bjorn couldn't tell if it was due to his focus on his enemy, or the fact that the fighting had stopped in general to observe the fight between the two giant men. Whatever the case, Bjorn's fight had come to an end. Twirling his axe up into the air, and bringing it up above his head, he swung downwards, burying the axe head into the mans chest, a sicking crunch noise being heard, blood spraying up onto him. As he pulled up his axe, he realized he had swung harder than he meant to, for the Axe had lodged into the marauder well. Giving it a hard shake, the mans body fell off, hitting the ground with a dull thud. "Anyone else?" He said, not even looking over his shoulder.

 

[lucid-dreaming]

Everything happened so fast, one moment they were standing there, the next some poor sap came flying across the room. Sigfrid didn't even have time to process what just happen, everything immediately turned into a riot. Unsheathing her steel dagger from her hip, and her steel sword on her back, she switched into a defensive stance, countering a heavy blow from one of the charging marauders with speed and flexibility. She ducked one of their swings slicing his belly with her dagger, then blocking her rear with her sword when one attempted to hack her spine. The three men that surrounded her struggled to keep up with her undeniably graceful fighting style, although a bit clumsy with her footwork at times, she managed to rebalance and push herself back into the fight .The whole scene looked like a performance; a slice on the gut, an elbow to the nose, a stab on the neck and a kick to the balls, as if it was a well choreographed dance routine, and Sigfrid was a dancing master. She readied her weapon into a slash when her opponent slumped to his side, an arrow pierced directly into his temple. She looked at the opposite direction and saw Caldr.

"Oy bub, that was my kill." Caldr shrugged, smirking at the irritated woman.
One eager fellow grabbed her from behind. She tried to headbutt the guy but he just wouldn't let go, and not long 4 men had surrounded her.

"We got her!" "Bag her before she gets away!" exclaimed one. Caldr, once more landed an arrow into the guy pinning her. She managed to evade the four, but eventually found herself surrounded with no window of escape. She couldn't think of another way unless, no matter how much she technically considered it as cheating, she had to vanish. Twice, this time.

"Where'd she go?" And literally, she did.

"The fu*king bitch's doing it again! Find her!" To Sigfrid, It didn't hurt to use a bit of magic when she thinks it's convenient and in this case, it was a matter of life and death. She plunged both her blades behind one guy, and swiftly slashing from crotch to chest on the other. Now there are only two of them left, the other being twice her size, and with a crack of his neck, he fiercely charged towards her, dual axes in both hands.

 

[Blitzz]

Caldr made Throgrim's decision for him. All it took was an instant, and all hell broke loose. There was a short silence following the smashing of the bottle, and then the tavern fell victim to a riot. Rhornkar and Throgrim looked to each other, then to Joel, and then at the men either side of him. The two men, tall and muscular, stepped forward. Rhornkar was an agile fighter, and an experienced one. He ducked the first hook, smashing the man with a fierce uppercut, throwing the man off-balance. The stout Nord swept the man's legs with a swift leg sweep, and swung his boot at the man's head, knocking him out cold. Throgrim, however, was a fighter without a finesse. He took the blows as they came and endured, simply aiming to hit back harder. The man got two blows to his head, before Throgrim landed a savage left hook that sent him reeling. He threw a right hook that sent him back the other way, and then smashed him square in the nose. Stomach, face, face, stomach, ribs, face, the jabs flowed freely, and eventually the man fell, an empty look in his eyes. Throgrim turned on his heels, ready for round two.

Joel was left without guards for now. Throgrim faced him, and Rhornkar was behind him. The attack was quick, brutal, and Joel never stood a chance. Rhornkar held his arms, and Throgrim pounded away. They beat the man for a few minutes before six more men entered the inn. Bjorn rushed their way, and the two comrades stopped momentarily to admire the square off between two giants. But, there was no time to admire, for two of the men came straight their way. Throgrim didn't want more blood on his hands. Wraith flashed from its scabbard, chopping at the wooden handle of the axe in the first warrior's hand, and sending the axe head flying. The pommel went flying to the man's face, and as the man flew one way unconscious, a few teeth flew the other. The second man was more tricky. He was larger than Throgrim, and he caught the downwards slash with ease, sending Wraith sprawling. He picked up the burly Nord and dumped him on the floor. He sat atop him, delivering three hard punches. Throgrim could feel the blood streaming form his nose. Then suddenly a weight was lifted, and Throgrim sat up to see Rhornkar stomp on the man's head, knocking him out cold. He helped his companion to his feet, just in time to see Bjorn finish off his foe in spectacularly bloody fashion. The two didn't need words to agree on their next action. Both men ran back to Joel, who was on his hands and knees.

Throgrim kicked him in the ribs, and he rolled onto his back. Rhornkar stamped on his stomach, winding him, and he rolled onto one side. The two men kicked him unrelentingly. Throgrim kicked his back, and Rhornkar kicked his ribs and face. They reduced the man to a bloody heap of terror, and every time he tried to beg for mercy his words were quickly replaced by cries of pain. He clearly had multiple broken ribs, severe bruising at least, and most likely a broken nose. Rhornkar and Throgrim continued their assault until they noticed that the fight had died down. The foes were all unconscious, a few had been killed. Actually, most had been killed. The pair became painfully aware that the others had been watching them for some time. They looked at each other. Then at Joel. "Please..." he stopped and coughed up blood onto the floor, "no more... I yield... I... yield..." The two grabbed either arm and hauled him to his feet. "No! Please! I beg you! Please!" Tears streamed down his purple cheeks. He continued to cough blood, leaving a trail on the floor as the pair carried his broken frame to the girl who started all this. They stopped in front of her and left a few seconds for everyone to take in the situation. "What would you have us do with this one, then?"