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[color=orange][h2][b]Outside The Arena, Alvion[/b][/h2][/color]

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  Raged swelled red through Rakkath's face with every word shoved out through Cicero's helmet, he never liked these city types anyway to start with. The dark hooded man already strained his hold of his temper, if not for the promise of 10,000 gold he would have long landed an axe in his chest. Now, he would just have to vent on this armored fool!

  Quickly and with well-trained movements, the savage pulled a throwing axe from his belt and hurled it at Cicero. It soared through the air at uncanny speeds belying the force it was thrown with, sailing straight towards the slots the knight looked through in his visor. Rakkath knew the steel was weaker there.

  Then, giving Cicero no time for quarter, the barbarian unhooked a larger axe with a broader blade from the back of his belt while bounding two strides forward next to his enemy - bellowing a warcry as he did so, all to bring it's sharp edge into the exposed joints on his right with all the fury he could bear. 

  The vulgar Rakkath was no stranger to the tools used by city men, the metal suits they wore did not make them any stronger inside.

  

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