Thragka's Character:
Lord Calumba (Saurus Oldblood)
M4 WS6 BS0 S5(6) T5 W3 I3 A5 Ld8

Revered Blade of Tzunki
Scaly skin, light armour, shield
Aura of Quetzl

246 points.

And his title winning battle.

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Hrafn was almost in the clear. The bar was only half recked, and his coffers were almost overflowing with winnings of bets, as well as money for his brews.

“We are now at the finals dwarves.” There was a small cheer from the younger troll slayers, the older ones merely grunting. “We have seem amazing fights from both of our ‘Volunteers’, but now it is time for us to see who will be the champion!”

The whole bar cheered this time, and the closet doors were opened, releasing the two drunken combatants.

Lord Calumba came out with Biter raised, his fancy clothes stained with a little blood from his last fight. He walked down towards the center, slayers urging him on with pats, cheers, and threats not to lose.

He edged his way towards the center, trying to focus and not let the beer control his senses. As he reached the center he noticed a lack of anything to fight.

He looked in the direction of the other closet. Suddenly form the shadows, came the charging bull centaur, swerving heavily while he was under the influence.

Calumba chose a less suicidal reaction to the charge then Slakkits, and leapt out of the way, while slicing with Biter.

His swing was met with a growl form Catir, and a cheer from most of the crowd. Catir repositioned himself, taking as much weight as he could from his left front leg, which was releasing a steady stream of blood down onto the floor.

Lord Calumba picked himself off the floor quickly and faced his opponent. Unfortunately, the first thing that met his gaze was the Shield of Hashut, which also met his face, knocking him to the ground, and cracking his nose.

As he landed on the ground, the large pole arm came swinging down as well, slicing into Calumba’s side, and drawing blood.

The man screamed in agony, the pain being too much. He threw biter at Catir, hoping to buy himself some more time.

The blade flew through the air, straight at Catir. The massive centaur lifted up his shield to block the weapon, but whether the pure strength of the throw, or some benefit of the swords design, it went straight through the shield, into the creatures arm.

With a roar, Catir shook the shield off his arms. Biter had severed one of the straps, but the second grazed against the wound, making the Hashut worshiper flinch again.

Calumba remained on the floor. He was in far too much pain to fight any longer. He watched as Catir limped over to him. The man was sorry that he couldn’t return to his estate, but he knew that wasn’t the place for him. “Oh well,” he thought grimly, “at least I took this beast down a leg.”

Catir saw he had won. He lifted his Voulge with his good arm, and prepared to bring it down on the man.

Calumba closed his eyes, and saw with both his good and bad eye, his family estate. With that image firmly set in his mind, he prepared for death.

But instead of feeling a final sharp pain of the bronze weapon, he felt a liquid like substance spray his face.

As he opened his eyes, he saw two things. The first was that the Bull Centaur had had too much to drink, and his stomach was protesting. The second was that some of the vomit had gotten onto his cloak.

Suddenly a new vigor fell upon Calumba. He worked his way onto his feet, and limped over to where Biter lay still within the Shield.

Catir was recovering from his retching, and saw with surprise the man on his feet, with Biter in hand, he brought up his own weapon with which to defend.

“That,” started Calumba through gasps of breath as he swung, “was,” the Voulge went flying out of Catir’s hands “rich,” Biter was brought back for the final blow, “TILEAN SILK!”

With that, Calumba severed Catir’s head from his neck. It landed with a thump on the ground, and then the body fell with a similar sound.

Lord Calumba looked around at the silent Slayers. “I think I could do with a drink now.” With that, he passed out.

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Cl- 1(2) Ct- 2(1) Cl- *drunk*-half attacks 1(1) Ct- *drunk*-half attacks 0
(0) Cl- 1(0)