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[h2][i]Blöthmerche Assiösales[/i]
[i][sub]Dörfen Warriör of Pathfünder[/sub][/i]

Within The Spillway, Bathing In blöth![/h2]

[Hider=CURRENT CONDITION][i]"This blöth is not my own! Simple beasts cannot deter me."[/i]
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Blöthmerche had become little more than a shortstack of sea monkey entrails and pirate blood. Like the murderous Dorfen warrior he was, he ended the life of many without hesitation as the vessel fell into worse and worse chaos. While not one to usually worry about being covered in gore, he did make sure to scrap some sea-monkey brain off of his boot as to not either slip or feel off-balance. The battle wasn’t over, and admittedly? It was a losing one. The ship had taken severe damage, there was no saving it: All the Dorf could hope for was that the package was secured below deck. As he tried to carve a path through the pirates above, considering the sea-monkeys were retreating.

He caught it in the corner of his eye; A polearm, coming in his direction, Without skipping a beat he twisted his body to side-step the attempted stabbing, cracking down on the weapon with his own club. Quickly he situated himself in regards to his foe; Looking him on. Bald, head shining so bright it was almost a hinderance against any opponent the man may face. Many cleaned cuts crossed the man’s face, signifying this was not his first battle, and he stood at nearly six feet tall; Towering over the short Lifter. 

[i]”Wot? Already frightened?”[/i] The pirate questioned, as the two began to circle one-another; Watching for a move. He didn’t seem as stupid as the majority of them; Was he intended to be someone important? Warriors did not give names on the battlefield, so Blöthmerche would never know for certain, but a swelling of uncertainty with this one was crawling within him.

“I do not frighten, ever.” Blöthmerche stated, changing the grip of his weapon. The man had range, but did he have the agility to keep up? There was no telling. “Now is not a time for words; If you wish to challenge me and fall to provide further tallies for my tale once I return home, so be it. There will be noone left to clean you off the floor before this battle is over.”

The man offered a laugh; Gruff as it was, the amusement was clear. He spun his spear a little, getting impatient. He must’ve not of been a man of many words, either. [i]”I’d say you’re just a boy; But the blood on you says otherwise! You’re a man; I can respect that, at least before I’ve gots’t bleach your goods before sellin’ em…”[/i]

Carnage was everywhere; The ship was on the verge of sinking and the deck itself was splitting apart. The chaos left the two alone, in a duel that would almost certainly lead to the death. Their circling halted, they were both ready for the fight that was to now take place. 

It began.

The spear thrust forward and once again, Blöthmerche stepped out of the way; But this time he felt the spear collide with him as it swung to the side and connected with his torso; The dorf barely managing to step back out of range before he ended up skewered by the next thrust. This man was impressive, Blöthmerche could admit if he had the time. He didn’t seem as ready to die as the others.

Blöthmerche took another approach: He went on the attack. Pacing backwards he brought his hand back to grab his Cross-Acto Bow. He had pre-loaded it when he had a moment during the bloodshed, so as it came over his shoulder, he took quick aim and fired; The shot unfortunately soaring past his head during his approach due to a quickfire, instead headshotting a pirate in the distance and causing his poor miserable life of cleanliness and pride to end.

The spear, thrust at him again, called for a quick response; Blöthmerche  released his grip on his Cross-Acto, causing it to fall to his torso and hang by it’s strap. The spear collided with his weapon, causing him to stagger back instead of ending up with a spear through his stomach. He caught himself quickly however, and pressed forward; Both hands gripping his frame club as he took a swing; Colliding it with the knee of the pirate. The audible crack and his instant descent towards the ground marked an end to his walking days. Despite the literally crippling pain, the pirate used the back-end of his spear like a bo staff and smacked the Dorf across the face, causing him to recoil. Though he couldn’t move, he still had range with his spear; And he used it to again thrust at Blöthmerche: Who ended up jabbed by the very tip of the spear, not causing a blood spill, but rather just a hole in the dorf’’s lego plating.

Blöthmerche rushed forward; Gripping the pirate’s spear and yanking it from his arms, causing him to fall from his knees and instead face-first on the deck. Without hesitation the Dorf drove the spear into his back; Causing him to cry out where even the knee-shatter hadn’t before. The spear had not only gone through him, but pierced the deck as well; Marking him as truly pinned for the moment as he blood began to spill.

[i]”Not bad, I admit. Your movements were very… — Hnnng..! Clean.”[/i]

“You were the first man to damage me this day; I respect your skills,fighter.” Blöthmerche spoke, raising his club into the air. “I will offer you a quick death as to not force you to endure the chemicals below. It is your choice to accept.”

[i]”A man always goes down with the ship. That’s the way it is! Simple and clean.”[/i] The pirate was twitching as if trying to stand, but he was beaten. As a sign of respect to his prowess, Blöthmerche lowered his club and decided to allow the man his death on his own terms.

“Rest well. Your people would be proud, Mister.” Blöthmerche commented, before turning and beginning to walk away. He would die during the sinking; No doubts of it. Blöthmerche felt his mask, noting the pain he felt in his face; He had been hit today.  He was disappointed in himself in that regard, but respected the man’s talent at the very least. 

… Now what was going on—

Blöthmerche paused his thoughts, observing the ship. It was even worse than when the fight started, and he had to get the hell out of here. But the package; Did those other Lifters manage to get it? He knew they needed to escape, but without that, his quest to this point was meaningless. He began to path his way to the cargo hold; Attempting to avoid the massive terrain dangers while also keeping a decent pace. 

If things got worse somehow, Blöthmerche would probably start getting actually irritated. Even to him this was all bullshit; And he wanted no part in it any longer than necessary.