Doc Doctor

Battle City: The Tale Of The Tournament

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Creeping Death (Shiden Vs. Doc)

If left unhindered the headhunter would stride right up to Nicoli, stopping only a short pace away. If Zande hadn't been so tall, they'd be eye to eye. A skinning knife of prodigious size hung from his belt along with a few small leather flasks. Upon his back were a set of wicked battleaxes, the thick handles jutting up over each shoulder. He'd give the assassin a feral grin before speaking again, his yellowed, creamy teeth filed into sharp fangs. His breath stunk of graverot and adrenaline. If there lived a human wild enough to sleep at ease amongst the obscene secrets of the darkest jungles, then now did it stand before Nicoli.

"Bwana mean friend mon'! Whattu doin' all da way out 'ere, bad bwoy?"

Battle City: The Tale Of The Tournament

The hulking bear of a man that was Gonad frowned and planted his fists on his hips. He hadn't expected a waiting room. There weren't even magazines with pretty pictures. No mugs of lollypops or plastic building blocks either. A whole half hour of time before the violence began. Surely this was a fate Gonad wouldn't wish upon even the most dishonorable of foes.

"BWUH! In battle no greater brother there be than haste! Come! Battle now we should, for long already has Gonad waited."

But since he presumably had no choice but to wait, he'd go and spend his time the best way he knew how; by pissing on that fern in the corner, grabbing a sweaty handful of snacks off the table, and starting off on a series of deep, sensual pistol squats as he chewed. The barbarian's hairy, naked thighs rippled and bulged obscenely. The place would soon enough stink of farts, pee, and man musk. Whelp, he had been summoned for his combative qualities, not mannerisms.

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"Erf? Strange be such name. From Gaylinear be Gonad!" Said the barbarian, totally mutilating the names of their realms in a stunning display of ignorance. He then looked Guerra up and down, patting his beard and nodding sagely as he surveyed the fellow's formidable characteristics.

Speak to Gonad... What be Cracky Hot Man? Potent in spirit of warrior such is, hruh? For wisest of creatures know best understood be warrior through meeting of blades over words! Hrah!!"

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Living in the Past

Later on, two things would be discovered. The first being that the toilet in the West wing was now completely unusable for reasons best not mentioned. The second was that Gonad was asleep in the dining hall, lying splayed upon the floor after having consumed several legs of mutton. Why was he there? Who was he? Why couldn't he have shat outside? Sadly, none of those questions could be answered. It was one of life's great mysteries.

Creeping Death (Shiden Vs. Doc)

Zande's jaw dropped in complete disbelief. Not only had some random dude strode into his camp, but he had also seen the traps and purposefully set them off! That sure hadn't happened before. Zande removed a leather pouch the size of a dollar coin from his belt and popped it beneath his tongue before standing up on the branch he was on and dropping to the ground. It wasn't often he revealed himself to a potential meal, but damned if it hadn't been boring as hell out here. Zande would raise his empty hands and begin walking towards the man, curiosity and mischief glowing in his eyes.

"'Ey bwana!"

Living in the Past

The guards were certainly there. That could be discerned by their angry, muffled voices. They seemed to be yelling at someone. The door handle slowly turned, and... with a sharp crack of splintering wood, the door was pulled outwards. That wasn't the way it was supposed to be opened. Several of the castle defenders stood glaring about in a circle, in the midst of which was a huge, semi-naked man holding the broken door.

"Hruh... Not bathroom this be!!"

"Oi told ye' that twice, ye' stenchy idiot! Git outa there!"

"That be the Lady's quarters! Put that door back!"

"Who the 'ell even are you!?"

With a heaving shrug, the hulking barbarian haphazardly placed the door back into place, presumably intending to carry on with his quest to find a place to make poopy. Out in the hall, dead and unconscious enemy soldiers lay strewn about in all sorts of amusing and impropable positions. Thrust through expensive paintings, draped across tables and chairs, piled in corners... some even hung by the ceiling, their heads having been rammed through the upper floor. Yes, the inside of the castle was safe now, but sweet momma, the repairs were going to be killer. At least the bad guys would have had some semblance of respect for the priceless antiques.

Creeping Death (Shiden Vs. Doc)

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Creeping Death (Shiden Vs. Doc)

Were Nicoli to continue forth he would be able to smell meat cooking, eventually finding a fresh campfire in the middle of a small, shaded clearing amongst the ruins and trees. Some sort of rodent on a spit hung over it, the reason for the scent of food. It might be difficult to notice, but there would be small, barely perceptible triplines crafted from plant fibers outside of the clearing, with small wooden clackers (disguised by leaves) threaded on at intervals. Were it to be stepped upon or snagged, it would certainly make noise. At any rate, the camp wasn't abandoned. Zande sat upon the gnarled branch of a strangler fig, twelve feet above the ground and almost opposite of where Nicoli was. He blended in as well as the predacious chameleon, sharp eyes on the lookout for dinner. There wasn't much else to do when you were surviving out in the wild. Likely he was counting on the tripline to give away the location of a tasty big cat, which would be drawn in by the smell of the roasting rodent. The fire of course was kept lit so that the intended carnivorous animal might be dissuaded from simply darting in and out with the bait and would cautiously linger around, giving Zande plenty of time to take it down from the shadows.

There would be many more triplines and traps on Zande's side than Nicoli's. One didn't simply expect a wild animal to always approach from the front, after all.