Fight 4
A large man with unnatural hair (110) <censored> enters the arena. He is muttering under his breath, referring to himself in third person.
Across the arena is a man of beauty (and doesn't he know it) (47) Tobi, walking while also admiring himself in a mirror and stroking his belt.
* DICE ROLL 1 *
<censored> rolls 8
Tobi rolls 5
<censored> advances on Tobi "Look, your appearance - my nephew is also very handsome, good genes, very good genes, very tall - you know, that belt is a nice belt. My belt is the best belt, my belt will make america great again - you're a good looking man but you - I was also, am also, a good looking man. The ladies would fall over me, so I would grab them by the..." Tobi interrupts "ENOUGH! Jeez, you would give Cthulhu himself a headache! Talking of whom..."
Tobi smiles and presses down on his belt and the ground splits before him. Out crawls the Lovecraftian horror, Cthulhu.
"This won't take long" he gloats.
<censored> looks nonplussed "Your pet is nice - my pet is nice too. My pet is the best pet, 110% pure American pet better than any other pet."
As Cthulhu advances, <censored>'s strange orange hair springs off his head, leaping into Cthulhu's mouth and makes its way to the creatures brain. Cthulhu thrashes around in agony as the sentient wig takes control of its mind and body.
Cthulhu turns to look at Tobi who backs away open-mouthed.
Cthulhu lunges forward, grabbing the screaming man and heads back into the fissure it emerged from, which closes behind it.
<censored> with his wig magically reappearing on his head, waves to the crowd before slowly walking out of the left gate of the arena.
Tobi is brooding in the tavern, smelling slightly of sulphur.
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Fight 5
The crowd are in good spirits following the performance of the man with the orange hair. They look to the gates to see who will be next.
A tall, smiling Canadian enters with two fishing rods slung over his left shoulder. He looks up to the crowd "How ya doing?". It is hard not to like this man and that is reflected in the audiences response.
Through the right gate swoops the ancient Gargoyle Uzerumeral, grinning evilly as it appraises its opponent.
* DICE ROLL 1 *
Gerald of Red Deer rolls 7
Uzerumeral rolls 8
Uzerumeral swoops down, grabbing for Gerald tearing the Canucks shirt and coming up with a fishing rod in its claws.
"Jeez, if you need to borrow a rod just ask buddy!"
Uzerumeral snorts and snaps the fishing rod in half, letting it drop to the ground.
Gerald is not pleased "Hey, what's that all aboot buddy? You know what pal? You're a dick!"
* DICE ROLL 2 *
Gerald of Red Deer rolls 10
Uzerumeral rolls 5
Gerald starts smiling "Ah, nevermind you hoser, we can still be friends, buddy!" "I managed to find a lake to go fishing in, water was red mind, what's that all aboot, eh? Anyways, i managed to fish this up."
Gerald holds up a sparkling amulet.
Uzerumeral gawps in horror as he recognizes it as the amulet of control his master crafted many centuries ago.
Gerald holds the amulet in front of his face - "I think my friend there would look great sitting atop my cabin porch, eh?"
There is a loud squawk and when Gerald looks up, the gargoyle is gone. Gerald shrugs, places the amulet around his neck (it's warmer than before) and waves to the crowd before leaving the arena.
Uzerumeral is in the tavern shaking snow from his body and cursing knuckle-headed Canadians.