Enjoy some more Coliseum
The blood cover sword stuck out of the ground holding his beaten body up. Trying to catch his breath as sweet and blood dripped off him he looked down onto the ground. Mangled under him was his foe, his body so sliced up none could even recognize him. He closed his eyes and muttered “May our swords clash once more at Valhalla”
Eye opened now looking among a large crowd cheering his eyes focused down to the man standing in front of him. He could see his own tarnish face reflect off of the man’s shield, he felt the urge in the man’s sword to slice him, he knew this man wanted him dead like so many that have stood in front of him before. His hand griped tight around his hilt of his sword, his foot stepped forward into the arena knowing far well that blood would be spilt again.
The announcer yelled “Now the fight you all been waiting for ladies and gentle men. We have the one and only indestructible Achilles verses a man even the beast fear the powerful Beowulf”
Achilles charged forward towards Beowulf trusting his sword forward only to have Beowulf slam it away with his gauntlet grabbing Achilles wrist and tossing his body to the ground with his sword following. Achilles used his shield to block it as his legs wrapped around Beowulf’s and pull him down.
Achilles quickly grabbed his sword and jumped back up and walked over to Beowulf placing his sword at his neck. “The slayer of beast goes down that easily?” Achilles chuckled as Beowulf grabbed the blade of the sword, his blood rain down it dripping onto his own neck and pulled it away from his neck driving it into the ground. Beowulf’s leg flew off the ground kicking Achilles making him fly off giving Beowulf time to get up.
The two stood in front of each other again, Beowulf could see a grin appear across Achilles. The same blood craving grin he had seen so many times before, his wrath becoming stronger his eyes flair red as he charged forward. Beowulf swiftly met every blow with his own blade. Sparks flew off the metal blades as they danced off each other. Beowulf’s blade made it past Achilles defense at full force and slammed into his side only to send Achilles flying off the ground into a far by wall, the armor without a scratch.
Achilles shook his head clear and smiled at Beowulf, “Your blade will never hurt this armor” he smirked as he charged back, his blade sung at Beowulf’s leg. Beowulf tried to move but wasn’t fast enough as Achilles blade sliced into his leg.
Recovering quickly Beowulf sung back at Achilles not giving him a second to attack again. His eyes glances up and down Achilles armor as his sword struck different parts trying to figure out his weak point. Grabbing Achilles’ shield he used all his strength to pull Achilles off the ground swing him across the wing. Achilles hand slipped off the shield as he flew into the ground about 20 feet from Beowulf. Beowulf quickly slipped the shield on his left wrist and charged forward.
Achilles jumped off the ground Beowulf watched every movement as he finally found a counter attack. Beowulf charged forward slamming the shield into Achilles and smashed him into the wall 5 feet behind them. Dropping his sword Beowulf’s right hand engulfed around Achilles’ throat his other hand grabbed Achilles’ arm and started to pull it. The sound of tearing flesh now filled Beowulf’s ears as Achilles began to scream in pain. Achilles struggled on the wall finally head butting Beowulf setting him free, but it was to late for his arm as it hung limp from his shoulder.
Beowulf picked up his blade again, his nose now broken from the head butt. He watched Achilles clinch his blade in his left hand as his right army swayed with his body blood slowly dripped down onto the ground. Achilles face started to turn pale as his hand tried to pull up the sword and charge forward. Beowulf slid his leg back getting ready but before he knew it Achilles was right in front of him and trusted his sword into Beowulf’s right shoulder.
Beowulf moaned in pain as his other hand grabbed Achilles smiling face and smashed it into the ground. The stadium shook from the impact as Achilles body became limp. Beowulf stood back up and looked at the sword trusted through his right shoulder; his hand griped the hilt and pulled it out as blood gushed down his arm. He tossed the blade into the ground and looked at Achilles seeing his body move.
“You have to do more then that.” Achilles tried to jokingly say though the ground. He slowly pulled himself up, his face cover with bloody dirt. Beowulf look into Achilles eyes, “If you raise your blade once more you shall perish.” Spoke Beowulf. Achilles looked at him into his eyes, he no longer saw the same man standing before him, he saw the eyes of a beast about to let go. Achilles eyes rolled back into his head as he crumbled to the ground.
The crowd roared and chanted as the announcer yelled declaring Beowulf the champion of his 68 flawless victories. Beowulf places his blade onto his back and bent down and lifted Achilles onto his shoulder and walked off the arena. Inside the cage a group of medic rushed over too the two of them taking Achilles and rushing him off. Beowulf started to walk out of the cage as one of the medics tried to stop him to treat him.
“Sir those wounds need to be treated” she said.
Beowulf turned around and looked at her, “I shall live but” Beowulf look at where they drag off Achilles. “He might not.” Beowulf lifted a cloak of the wall tosses it on and walked out of the Coliseum.
Eye opened now looking among a large crowd cheering his eyes focused down to the man standing in front of him. He could see his own tarnish face reflect off of the man’s shield, he felt the urge in the man’s sword to slice him, he knew this man wanted him dead like so many that have stood in front of him before. His hand griped tight around his hilt of his sword, his foot stepped forward into the arena knowing far well that blood would be spilt again.
The announcer yelled “Now the fight you all been waiting for ladies and gentle men. We have the one and only indestructible Achilles verses a man even the beast fear the powerful Beowulf”
Achilles charged forward towards Beowulf trusting his sword forward only to have Beowulf slam it away with his gauntlet grabbing Achilles wrist and tossing his body to the ground with his sword following. Achilles used his shield to block it as his legs wrapped around Beowulf’s and pull him down.
Achilles quickly grabbed his sword and jumped back up and walked over to Beowulf placing his sword at his neck. “The slayer of beast goes down that easily?” Achilles chuckled as Beowulf grabbed the blade of the sword, his blood rain down it dripping onto his own neck and pulled it away from his neck driving it into the ground. Beowulf’s leg flew off the ground kicking Achilles making him fly off giving Beowulf time to get up.
The two stood in front of each other again, Beowulf could see a grin appear across Achilles. The same blood craving grin he had seen so many times before, his wrath becoming stronger his eyes flair red as he charged forward. Beowulf swiftly met every blow with his own blade. Sparks flew off the metal blades as they danced off each other. Beowulf’s blade made it past Achilles defense at full force and slammed into his side only to send Achilles flying off the ground into a far by wall, the armor without a scratch.
Achilles shook his head clear and smiled at Beowulf, “Your blade will never hurt this armor” he smirked as he charged back, his blade sung at Beowulf’s leg. Beowulf tried to move but wasn’t fast enough as Achilles blade sliced into his leg.
Recovering quickly Beowulf sung back at Achilles not giving him a second to attack again. His eyes glances up and down Achilles armor as his sword struck different parts trying to figure out his weak point. Grabbing Achilles’ shield he used all his strength to pull Achilles off the ground swing him across the wing. Achilles hand slipped off the shield as he flew into the ground about 20 feet from Beowulf. Beowulf quickly slipped the shield on his left wrist and charged forward.
Achilles jumped off the ground Beowulf watched every movement as he finally found a counter attack. Beowulf charged forward slamming the shield into Achilles and smashed him into the wall 5 feet behind them. Dropping his sword Beowulf’s right hand engulfed around Achilles’ throat his other hand grabbed Achilles’ arm and started to pull it. The sound of tearing flesh now filled Beowulf’s ears as Achilles began to scream in pain. Achilles struggled on the wall finally head butting Beowulf setting him free, but it was to late for his arm as it hung limp from his shoulder.
Beowulf picked up his blade again, his nose now broken from the head butt. He watched Achilles clinch his blade in his left hand as his right army swayed with his body blood slowly dripped down onto the ground. Achilles face started to turn pale as his hand tried to pull up the sword and charge forward. Beowulf slid his leg back getting ready but before he knew it Achilles was right in front of him and trusted his sword into Beowulf’s right shoulder.
Beowulf moaned in pain as his other hand grabbed Achilles smiling face and smashed it into the ground. The stadium shook from the impact as Achilles body became limp. Beowulf stood back up and looked at the sword trusted through his right shoulder; his hand griped the hilt and pulled it out as blood gushed down his arm. He tossed the blade into the ground and looked at Achilles seeing his body move.
“You have to do more then that.” Achilles tried to jokingly say though the ground. He slowly pulled himself up, his face cover with bloody dirt. Beowulf look into Achilles eyes, “If you raise your blade once more you shall perish.” Spoke Beowulf. Achilles looked at him into his eyes, he no longer saw the same man standing before him, he saw the eyes of a beast about to let go. Achilles eyes rolled back into his head as he crumbled to the ground.
The crowd roared and chanted as the announcer yelled declaring Beowulf the champion of his 68 flawless victories. Beowulf places his blade onto his back and bent down and lifted Achilles onto his shoulder and walked off the arena. Inside the cage a group of medic rushed over too the two of them taking Achilles and rushing him off. Beowulf started to walk out of the cage as one of the medics tried to stop him to treat him.
“Sir those wounds need to be treated” she said.
Beowulf turned around and looked at her, “I shall live but” Beowulf look at where they drag off Achilles. “He might not.” Beowulf lifted a cloak of the wall tosses it on and walked out of the Coliseum.