[The Colosseum] Cage Matches- Fae-weight Match 1 (Ankou vs. Puffy)

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10th Cryxatum
Season of Spring, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIII Post Fractum. The First Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne

A buzz filled the air around the Colosseum as the day of the Nexus Prime Cage Fights arrived. Finally... even after the numerous small crisis that Gaston the promoter had to overcome. Guild laziness, a surpring shortage of iron on the market, and the thousand other little fires he had to put out. He looked worriedly at the sky, but the gray clouds soon parted and the sun shone upon the dusty arena. It was time.

Against the edge of the ring on a podium a special cage for the Fae-weight matches was placed beside the edge of the arena for a specially built viewing area to watch the Fae's fighting it out. The cage was perhaps four feet high and five wide. Doors on opposite sides of the cage let the combatants

"The first match of the brightening in the Fae-weight..." Gaston, the halfling promoter handled the announcing. "Ankou "the Blackguard Doll" versus Puffy "Mean Machine" Lidenberries!!"

Facing Ankou was the meanest looking Pixie that anyone had ever seen. One-eyed Mean Machine was reknowned on the underground fighting circuit, having once killed a dog with his bare hands. Bald, the pixie wore sweaty trousers over his large potbelly. A cigar hung out of his mouth as he glided into the cage, the door being shut behind him. He noisily cracked his knuckles and prepared to get it on!

[Ankou]

Ankou stood, before the cage, preparing to step in. To him, this fight was a meaningless distraction, an incidental footnote. And yet, there could be no doubt he was curious. The action of bareknuckle fighting was rather completely unfaerie, so much so that he could not help but wonder at the attraction.

Indeed, his fellow sinner Hazudar took much delight in the bleeding of a simple combat, Ankou had oft wondered what it would be to try such an occupation, but had never had the opportunity. Now, it seemed opportunity was knocking very loudly indeed. The first, and perhaps last, brutal combat the fae ever participated in.

Time to see what all the fuss was about.

Stepping in, he threw his opponent a sidelong glance, he didn't think much of this creature before him. "I will end you, fool." He screamed. "They will not be able to recognize your face after the fight is over."

Mean Machine huh...? He'd show this fool why Ankou is a name only whispered in the darkest parts of the world. He stood in a fighting formation, blatantly copying whatever he'd seen Hazudar use. Then he put his hand out, presumably for the other fae to shake, but if the fool tried anything, he'd take to the air in a second.

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"Screw..." Puffy introduced himself.

*DING*!

"...you" He ended and flicked his cigar towards Ankou's face. It was heading straight towards the fae's eye.... Mean Machine was not far behind, he looked ready to bop Ankou good on the nose.

[Ankou]

Oh that fool.

Dropping any pretention of using a unique style, Ankou ducked into a Hazudarian patented headbutt, right into the fools face, his tiny, ineffectual fists battered against the Mean Machine's tub of lard...

All a distraction for the FULL HAZSON, he tried to flip over the Mean Machine and hook his arms around his neck, strangling him rather... effectively one might say.

Ankou had a distinct advantage in this fight: He loved to be in pain, he relished it, and he was looking forward to getting a good beating...