Braugar snarled, his strangely handsome face contorting with rage. His massive muscles flexed, as he gripped the Umber hulk in a vicious game of uncle.
It's clawed fingers tore into his relatively tender flesh, but he didn't care. The crowd howled it's glee, although some wished him dead. Despite
his natural strength, the Umber hulk gained on him, forcing him down. The crowd howled even louder. As it bent down to bite him with it's terrible
mandibles, Braugar howled, and head butted the thing, letting go of it's hands and leaping up between it's pincers, each arm forcing one away. Kicking
it repeatedly in it's eyes, he forced the mandibles apart, farther and farther, hanging from them. ALthough it was huge, he was no small man himself. In
fact, he had been blessed, or cursed some would say in Sshamath, with ogre parentage. That made him little more than a slave.
Braugar snarled in pain as the thing clutched at him, raking his back wide open with it's claws, but ignored it. Instead, he forced it's jaws open wider, until he was met with a sickening crunch. One of the thing's mandibles broke away, showering the ground with thick green blood. Braugar fell to the earth, landing heavily. The crowd howled even louder, a few chanting his name, as the thing clutched at it's wounded face. How to deal with this thing he had no idea. Rolling up from his backside, he met the thing head to head as it charged him. His ogre skull collided with it's armored face, his forehead causing one of it's main eyes to explode in a blast of gore. It, maddened by pain, ignored the fact and tore one of it's hands across his chest, doubling him over in agony. Braugar recovered quickly though, and spun away, his arms wrapping around it's leg, and lifting it. It roared as it fell, Braugar's strength too much for it to handle.
Braugar moved to it's backside as it regained it's feet, and jumped onto it , his arms wrapping around it's throat. "How do I kill you!?" he screamed at it, knowing the fight organizers had set him up yet again. All for THEIR amusement, the feeble drow nobles, and other assorted maggots who populated the stands. Braugar howled as the crowd howled. "FInish it!"..."DIE, IBLITH!!"..."KILL THE BEAST!" the crowd screamed. Braugar shut them out, and began smashing his bloody face into it's head, over and over again, as it tried to pry him off. It's talons dug into his forearms, after it realized it could not dislodge him. Braugar scowled away the pain and smashed his face so hard into the back of it's head that he broke his own nose, his few remaining front teeth. As he looked back, blinking away the tears, he saw that it's armor had cracked from the force of the blow. Braugar wasted no time then, grabbing an antennae, using it as a hold, and let go of it's neck.
The crowd screamed as Braugar, enraged, plunged his hand through the cracked carapace, digging around inside it's head. Mashing and pulping with his own talons, he began ripping out chunks of soft tissue. The Umber hulk staggered, moaning as it realized it was dying. It could do nothing. Braugar tore several more handfuls out, then lashed out with his feet, knocking it foward, as it slumped to the ground, switching. Breathing heavily, badly mauled, he staggered away from it as the crowd cheered. A few booed, but most cheered him. As he staggered away, spitting blood, the arena door opened, handlers bearing chains moving out towards him.
Braugar turned a circle, his arms upraised, and howled his triumph. Cries of 'We love you Braugar!' came from the crowd, his only salvation. As he was being led away, shackled in chains, he saw that same female, who always looked at him with concern. Snarling, he spat at her. Her face did not change. Instead she hung her head, her pale blonde hair falling over her face. Who was she? Braugar turned away, his eyes telling his captors that if he were ever realeased, the Umber Hulks fate would seem kind compared to what he would do to them. How he hated the crowd.
Born into slavery, with only the monsters of the pits as friends, Braurgar brooded, and waited.
Braugar snarled in pain as the thing clutched at him, raking his back wide open with it's claws, but ignored it. Instead, he forced it's jaws open wider, until he was met with a sickening crunch. One of the thing's mandibles broke away, showering the ground with thick green blood. Braugar fell to the earth, landing heavily. The crowd howled even louder, a few chanting his name, as the thing clutched at it's wounded face. How to deal with this thing he had no idea. Rolling up from his backside, he met the thing head to head as it charged him. His ogre skull collided with it's armored face, his forehead causing one of it's main eyes to explode in a blast of gore. It, maddened by pain, ignored the fact and tore one of it's hands across his chest, doubling him over in agony. Braugar recovered quickly though, and spun away, his arms wrapping around it's leg, and lifting it. It roared as it fell, Braugar's strength too much for it to handle.
Braugar moved to it's backside as it regained it's feet, and jumped onto it , his arms wrapping around it's throat. "How do I kill you!?" he screamed at it, knowing the fight organizers had set him up yet again. All for THEIR amusement, the feeble drow nobles, and other assorted maggots who populated the stands. Braugar howled as the crowd howled. "FInish it!"..."DIE, IBLITH!!"..."KILL THE BEAST!" the crowd screamed. Braugar shut them out, and began smashing his bloody face into it's head, over and over again, as it tried to pry him off. It's talons dug into his forearms, after it realized it could not dislodge him. Braugar scowled away the pain and smashed his face so hard into the back of it's head that he broke his own nose, his few remaining front teeth. As he looked back, blinking away the tears, he saw that it's armor had cracked from the force of the blow. Braugar wasted no time then, grabbing an antennae, using it as a hold, and let go of it's neck.
The crowd screamed as Braugar, enraged, plunged his hand through the cracked carapace, digging around inside it's head. Mashing and pulping with his own talons, he began ripping out chunks of soft tissue. The Umber hulk staggered, moaning as it realized it was dying. It could do nothing. Braugar tore several more handfuls out, then lashed out with his feet, knocking it foward, as it slumped to the ground, switching. Breathing heavily, badly mauled, he staggered away from it as the crowd cheered. A few booed, but most cheered him. As he staggered away, spitting blood, the arena door opened, handlers bearing chains moving out towards him.
Braugar turned a circle, his arms upraised, and howled his triumph. Cries of 'We love you Braugar!' came from the crowd, his only salvation. As he was being led away, shackled in chains, he saw that same female, who always looked at him with concern. Snarling, he spat at her. Her face did not change. Instead she hung her head, her pale blonde hair falling over her face. Who was she? Braugar turned away, his eyes telling his captors that if he were ever realeased, the Umber Hulks fate would seem kind compared to what he would do to them. How he hated the crowd.
Born into slavery, with only the monsters of the pits as friends, Braurgar brooded, and waited.
