Nakradan in the Rhowanesh Arena
It was Garthans idea to come here. She was testing a new blade supposed
to stand up to being enflamed unusually well. Nakradan curses
under
her breath, A barbarian habit she had recently cultivated because
she
liked to watch her peers blush, other Dragon Masters seem flustered in
subtle ways.. Garthan though usually just raises an eyebrow. The self
analysis and uncontrolled laugh at her own thoughts would be
interpreted by many as a typical evidence of Dragon Masters not taking
battle seriously (until the dragons rage over takes them), And
just so
it almost cost her a nasty gouge from a blue furred centaurs spiked
club.. she's not sure he's on the side of man or monster..
maybe he
isn't sure either. Garthan wants "this" to be some sort of art
form...
he must really shut down his memory when the dragon is roaring in his
veins. Battle is raw and sweaty and bleading messy like sex and most
things worth doing. Its relationship to dance is superficial, with
everyone trying to break the tempo rather than keep it.... If she
danced she is certain she would use the dragon like that councilor
Perinaliahn. Nakradan really isn't afraid of it. It is this which set's
her a part from most who bear the Dragon's Mark.
A giant black armored scorpion comes crashing into the scene, and she
lets it distract the centaur but only for a moment, in open melee like
this mutual enemies can bring you allies if you time it
right. The
centaur though in some ways bestial seems human enough to know it
too... atleast she hopes so with a dragon fueled leap she comes
crashing down hard on the Scorpions back.
Garthan is an idiot, no
beauty here. The rage running through her screams in a fury almost
unnexpected, in some ways it has nothing to do with the battle save
perhaps her growing sense of disgust. The wall of fire that the
scorpion walks into is something Garthan wouldnt have used he's much
more subtle You can't disarm a monster! for crying outloud..
though
he'd managed it well enough against her more than a couple of times,
the thought brings with it an expected wave of softness inside She
really never can stay angry at him for long,. her teacher said fill
your mind with nothingness to acheive peace aside from the shear
impossibility that represents, it never worked for her, so other
thoughts bring her back to her humanity ... Damn him anyway, Next time
he wants to test out one of his designs she was telling him to do
it
himself. The scorpion's flesh is sizzling inside its exoskeleton ...
and the centaur seems to have decided which side he is on, hers. The
Rhowanesh can take their Man versus Monster battles and shove them up
there collective obcenities as
far as she is concerned. Ambiguity aside she has been called monster by
so many a barbarian and this centaur has a white toothed grin that is
more human than the grimaces on the faces of various spectators.