Ghaigido
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 17, 2012
- Location
- American Mid-West
DM: The event was starting. Johnson stood on one side in light armor, no crossbow, no weapons... completely unarmed.
The other man was tall... and powerfully built. The man wore full plate and wielded a two-handed War Hammer. It would be very bad to get hit with that.
The bell tolled the hour, and an announcer (one of the many men from the acclaimed impartial group known as Mr. Referee) got up on the stage, raising his hand to call for silence. Naturally, everyone quieted down and took their seats so as to not block the view of others. He spoke. "I, MR. REFEREE, WILL BE THE REFEREE!! The rules of this duel are 9974, and do not allow groin shots, ranged weapons, magic, arcane or divine, or psionic powers! No killing your opponent! Anything else goes!"
Mr. Referee paused a moment, letting the tention build. He was good at his job at least, because it became thicker than Zork's infamous dragon penis. He looked at each of the fighers, then....
"READY? ... FIGHT!!!" he shouted, jumping back as he made a downward chop to signal the start of the match.
The other man already had his weapon drawn, circling the sergeant slowly and looking for an opening.
Johnson just smirked, obviously taunting his opponent. "Well? You gonna fight, or can I go get your mom and entertain myself?"
The other man was tall... and powerfully built. The man wore full plate and wielded a two-handed War Hammer. It would be very bad to get hit with that.
The bell tolled the hour, and an announcer (one of the many men from the acclaimed impartial group known as Mr. Referee) got up on the stage, raising his hand to call for silence. Naturally, everyone quieted down and took their seats so as to not block the view of others. He spoke. "I, MR. REFEREE, WILL BE THE REFEREE!! The rules of this duel are 9974, and do not allow groin shots, ranged weapons, magic, arcane or divine, or psionic powers! No killing your opponent! Anything else goes!"
Mr. Referee paused a moment, letting the tention build. He was good at his job at least, because it became thicker than Zork's infamous dragon penis. He looked at each of the fighers, then....
"READY? ... FIGHT!!!" he shouted, jumping back as he made a downward chop to signal the start of the match.
The other man already had his weapon drawn, circling the sergeant slowly and looking for an opening.
Johnson just smirked, obviously taunting his opponent. "Well? You gonna fight, or can I go get your mom and entertain myself?"