Ogre King 6

[15:48] Gluruk watches as the madness unfolds; most of the mire seemed eager to battle and jumped at any opportunity they could. Gluruk blinks slowly as he starts counting on his fingers; he counts to two and stops. He points to Rigs, and then to Calamity that was only two, right? So the ogre was pretty sure three people crossed.

He starches his head, finally setting his sights on Remilia; it seems nobody else challenged her. The ogre approached her; anyone could hear the footsteps, reaching his detitanation.

Gluruk slaps his chest once, creating a large.

Boom

As the large hand collided with his chest, if that wasn't enough to get her attention, he'd have to resort to speaking.. how tragic.

"Green girl battle Gluruk."

He appeared more calm than usual, not wanting to disturb Rigs with his loud antics, and two after waking up from his nap, his blood wasn't completely pumping yet.

Tiny particles began falling from Gluruk it could be dandruff? The ogre started digging up some dirt and rubbed it between his fingers. Awaiting the response from Remillia.

He yawns again, slowly waking himself up; he began applying the dirt to his body. He applied it in large amounts until it began hardening, creating a shell of armor around his entire body.

Gluruk dealt with many different fighters, but those with swords were quite troublesome. He kept his eyes on her weapon, now pacing back and forth, creating a small dust cloud around himself.
(Gluruk)
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[15:53] Nobody did indeed challenger her! But not because they were fearful or anything she'd bet; it was because Rigs stated openly not to do so.

And yet, there was one that ignored this call, and she was more than happy to oblige in helping him understood just what it meant exactly.

Augury hissed in their grasp, the gunpowder-filled compartment on the blade clicking as it readies itself for launch. Her sleek fingers, with nails painted matte-black, tighten the grip around the nyeshk hilt of he grandmother's weapon.

"I guess it is quite thematic for someone of your caliber to not understand a single thing going on, but just wanting to fight."

She could live with that. He had a lot of flesh.. a lot to cut.

And a lot to blow off.

Shadows danced around her frame before tightly pressing onto her body in a shroud that walks after their every step. She gets herself ready, and assumes proper posture, taught to her by her teacher when she first started battling.

"That is fine by me, though. I was pretty annoyed with the fact nobody attacked me, even if we are supposed to be allied. It was just very ignorant of you, you see?"

Her complaints probably fell on deaf ears, but it mattered little.
(Remilia pyr Docro)
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[16:15] {Lost Dangerous RPB against Remilia pyr Docro}
[16:15] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[16:15] ** Remilia pyr Docro has inflicted an injury upon Gluruk. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-10 Vit)") **

[16:30] Viridescent hues pass to the side to see Ariel's struggle, her lips tense at such a revelation in anger. While Remilia might not have been the best of people in general, loyalty was important and the Cirque showed signs of such! This is why her being hurt angered the Docro princess more than anything.

"You mongoloid skulled beasts are so fucking annoying," she said with ire in her tone and in her gaze, the nyeshk hilt of her blade finding itself tightly gripped, the gun inside of the metal revving as shadows cover her frame.

Good thing the ogre had a giant shadow. It was easy to hide in; easy to abuse and come out of in order to deal decisive strikes. Her finesse with the blade was absolute, trained under the best, she moves with complete control of her sword and trained piruettes, more of an artistic display than an actual fight. Especially at someone who could only run forward and think little.

"dumb fucking horns. Stupid, beady eyes. Wrinkly foreheads. Uneven eyes. Disgusting smell, ugh, I just can't keep up with how hideous all of you are."

And she was going to add onto that, right now. Seeing a moment where the ogre shrouds itself in a sandy veil, she waits. Darkness is called to her very being, it wraps around her blade and then, she pushes forward to pierce straight into the self proclaimed King of Ogres midsection, the right side of the frame to be exact.

When metal pierces flesh, there is a distinct squelch and crimson liquid seeps en masse instantly.

But that is not all, of course.

"Your head would look better as a trophy than attached to your head."

Click!


The trigger is pulled on, allowing the mechanism to come into power. Gunpowder is discharged, it explodes- and that wound which was just a stab suddenly opens into a giant gash, so much so that even keeping stable was hard. A wound that would require much licking to heal.
(Remilia pyr Docro)
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[16:39] Gluruk fought with the full force of the earth at his side, surrounding the area around them in the sand. The difference in strength mattered little to the Ogre; he'd make his claim no matter what stood in his way.

Sluggish

The cut from her blade seemed to wake him up quite a bit, causing the Ogre to hold up his guard. Gluruk was one of the more durable creatures in the mire, but his offense was lacking even with a strong defense.

Gluruk had an inner monolog with himself, which might have caused him to receive another injury.

Gluruk's Thoughts:

Girl tiny, Just block all attacks and hit back.

It didn't take long for him to attempt a counterattack; dropping his defense wasn't the best idea. Aiming to create a quicksand trap resulted in him taking a fatal strike.

The self-proclaimed Ogre king found himself winded, falling down to catch his breath. Then, the earthen shell around him began cracking slowly...

Cra...crac… CRACK!

There was now a large pile of dirt surrounding the Ogre; this was indeed a crushing defeat.

"Gluruk has been defeated... fought well."

While the Ogre felt pain, he gathered enough strength to pick himself up from the ground. But, suddenly, he began to wobble; it seems he didn't allow himself enough time to recover.

BOOM!

He fell forward, hitting his chin on the ground, effectively knocking himself for about a good thirty seconds. Once he awakened, he slowly managed to stand up this time without falling over.

Gluruk needed more defense; those with swords seem to pose the biggest threat to the Ogre. The wind blew the dirt and sand from his body only for the Ogre to finally noticed something was off.

He felt a draft? Placing his hand around his midsection felt slimy, looking at his hand now covered in blood. There were mixed emotions felt at the moment, but he didn't have the strength to act on them.

"Blood?"
"Blood?"
"Blood!"

Gluruk was furious and attempted to roar, but the pain was too much for him to bear. He'd find himself passing out again if he wasn't careful. He'd have to find a medic and quick.

Many injuries need to be tended to, but Remillia was victorious this day for now.
(Gluruk)
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