Doc Doctor

YOU WANT BLOOD? - DARTEGA VS. ZANDE

@Diexsmiling

Thing it, it wasn't specified in the original post that he moved to cover his eyes. You stated nothing more than that he assumed a 'fighting stance', and told me after the fact what exact stance he was in. That's a no no.

As for the venom...

Weapons and Equipment- Two three kilo bearded sparth axes with snap button sheathes for fast access, a weighted serrated knife with a foot long blade, two seven inch steel karambit knives, three seven steel inch throwing knives, a blowgun and eight darts with inland taipan venom, three one-ounce leather pouches of spitting cobra venom, rubber soled boots with three eight inch steel claws on each foot, steel chestplate, large paldrons with protruding spikes that can stop and snag bladed weapons, steel shinguards, underclothing made from dragonhide (like an extremely tough form of steel chainmail with no gaps), a trained pet vulture acting as a spotter, a black steel war mask in the shape of a flat, ghoulish skull, and reinforced fingerless iron gauntlets imbedded with cast iron bird skulls.

@Doc Doctor

This is not the same concept as a vague fighting stance. There's no way, implicit or explicit, for me to determine where Dartega's arms are with the information provided. Likewise I should not have to state that spitting cobra venom will permanently blind someone regardless of pain tolerance if they haven't access to medical help. If Zande had cyanide capsules and tricked Dartega into consuming one, you wouldn't be able to state that he'd live simply because you don't know what cyanide does. This isn't some private canon that only I know about. It's spitting cobra venom, it's entire purpose is to blind. I don't need to state what an axe is either, and how it can kill someone by splitting their skull down the middle.

YOU WANT BLOOD? - DARTEGA VS. ZANDE

@Diexsmiling

I don't know of any rational boxing guard that obscures the eyes from the front. If he had covered his eyes, it'd have been a good idea to mention that earlier so I'd have known not to have Zande try a clearly pointless attack. Just an fyi, not a big deal, we can let it slide. As for the timing of the skewer, it was indeed after the brief stumble so that a clear shot could be taken. If it wasn't a clear shot, Zande wouldn't have taken it.

Now the real problem is the cobra venom. It's cytotoxic, it kills cells, causes necrosis. It's not possible to develop an immunity to that particular brand of toxin, and one must take into consideration that were Dartega exposed to something from demons that would permanently blind him before, he'd be, well, permanently blinded. It's also worth noting that such an immunity was never mentioned in his profile. The profile is like a bill. Once the match starts the bill turns into a law, and you can no longer add things to it.

YOU WANT BLOOD? - DARTEGA VS. ZANDE

@Diexsmiling

Just a few seconds until he opened his eyes. Dartega was certainly comfy cozy around his opponents. He considered Zande dangerous, but he still assumed he had enough leeway to recover, that his opponent was civilized enough not to take advantage of that scant moment in a life or death struggle.

Those few seconds were all Zande needed to silently, curtly thrust the rabbit skewer out with deft precision, seeking to neatly plunge several inches of sharpened wood through Dartega's visor until the hot meat of the rabbit smacked into his face, impaling his brain through the superior orbital fissure in his left eye socket and immediately killing him if the attack worked. There were no tells to forewarn Dartega of this oncoming doom. It'd be worth noting that Dartega hadn't made any motion after his brief stumble that involved drastically moving his head in a way which might disrupt Zande's aim.

YOU WANT BLOOD? - DARTEGA VS. ZANDE

@Diexsmiling

Dartega had recognized Zande's arrogance and capitalized on it. He was better armored, better armed, and felt that he could handle some vagrant armed only with a rabbit skewer and a pint of liquor. Zande's jaw worked nervously and his feral eyes flicked frantically from side to side, as if looking for a way to get out of this tight spot. It was just that, getting nearly face to face with the jungle man posed a problem that Dartega had seemingly overlooked. He'd not only allowed Zande into his guard, but at that range it was much more difficult to anticipate sudden moves. As he stopped, about to bring his knee up for the kick, Zande grinned at him with sharpened teeth...

And at this point Dartega might very well find himself no longer able to see what's in front of him, his sight replaced by a wracking, sizzling pain in his eyes. When he had initially called to Zande, it wasn't a piece of rabbit that the savage had popped into his mouth. It had been one of his spitting cobra venom pouches. His speech might've been a bit clearer if he hadn't had it tucked in his mouth. When he worked his jaw under the pretense of anxiety, he'd actually been splitting it open with his fangs. When Dartega entered close quarters, full of confidence, Zande unhesitatingly released a misty spray of venom right at his face without warning.



Dartega could still blindly carry through with the kick he was in the motion of completing, but it'd be an iffy proposition to expect something good to come of it. Zande was likely expecting a fast reaction and a counterattack.

YOU WANT BLOOD? - DARTEGA VS. ZANDE

@Diexsmiling

Zande grumbled and rose to his feet, pointing the skewer accusingly at Dartega, the rabbit still sizzling on the twenty inch length of pointy wood in his left hand. His war mask hung from the back of his neck, and despite how he seemed to bristle with weapons, he drew none. Instead, he had plucked a pint bottle of cheap rum off the ground and held it by the neck in his other hand.

"Otay, bad bwoy. First ya calls me a clown, den ya steal me head takin' tingy. Ya a real bumboclot! But it otay. I ain't gon' keel an' eatcha till ya had some rabbit n' rum wid me. Now siddown an' has yaself some good stuff afore' I has ta force feed ya!"

YOU WANT BLOOD? - DARTEGA VS. ZANDE

@Diexsmiling

Zande peered over his shoulder, popping something into his mouth as he did so. Immediately a childish grin split his face and he brandished the skeweres, badly cooked rabbit, waving it merrily. His dialect was atrocious, a genuine mutilation of the Queen's English.

"Huh? C'mere bwana, ya wanna try somma dis bunny? I ain' no masta chef, but it bedda den' nuffin'! C'mon, pop a squat mon'! I gad some rum 'ere too!"

YOU WANT BLOOD? - DARTEGA VS. ZANDE

@Diexsmiling

Zande sat next to a small patch of burning ground near the middle of the area, sweat rolling down his face as he vainly tried roasting a skewered rabbit. Oil fire did not a good recipie make. The meat smelled sharp, pungent, foul. The headhunter made small whining sounds as he removed the animal from the flame and examined its black, smoke-basted body. It was ruined. He needed another source of meat to cook. He looked up, glancing around hopelessly. It seemed like he'd need to go on another long hunt. His stomach gurgled pitifully, and he rubbed it absent mindedly, scowling.

YOU WANT BLOOD? - DARTEGA VS. ZANDE

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YOU WANT BLOOD? - DARTEGA VS. ZANDE

Setting- The Torched Wastes



A large, football field-sized plain flanked by scorching oil fires and billowing smoke.

Battle Theme-

~ANOTHER TWO AGAINST ONE~

@Diexsmiling

Eh, sure, why not. It'll be interesting, taking on magic weapons. I'll make the thread soon.