[IC] The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

[Pathfinder]

"Ah, a fight. A battle, this is what I can do." Karnog said with barely held enthusiasm. When the announcer started the fight, Karnog fallowed behind the the witch hunter dodging arrows along the way, deciding that he would be a worthy battle after these pansies were done with. However that thought process was over once he laid eyes on the nord, with his puffed up arrogance and shiny sword.

"Nord....You. Are. MINE!" and with that the fight commenced.

The dwarven sword was strong, way stronger than the iron war hammer Karnog had taken, but the nord wielding it wasn't as strong as Karnog, that much was for sure. However, this fight was becoming interesting. The handle was beginning to splinter and break, and Karnog was getting battered by the blows from the nord, but he kept going. However, it was almost all over once the nord had swung with a downward force, snapping the war hammer in half and cutting deep down Karnog's chest.

Everything was blurry for a second as Karnog fell to one knee. He could see it, the ash pits. He could see his ancestors fighting, drinking and siting next to father Malacath. It would be so easy to join them now, wait what is he talking about? I am Karnog, chosen bloodrager of Malacath, cannot die here at the hands of some puffed up nord.

The nord had been gloting and was about to make the final kill when Karnog filled himself with more rage than anyone had ever seen inside of an ork, picking up the the hammer head and unhulstering the axe at his side, Karnog lodged the axe into the nords arm, smashed the hammer int his knee, and took his sword and jammed it into his throat. Taking it out, Karnog went off to find his next opponent.

[AliceZaru]

Aurora

Was on the battle field scared to hell. Looking around as a nord dashed towards her. She just stood there, " Alrkaon Devnian Ai! " she said with a loud boom a fireballs appeared from the ground, spinnning the firebals morphed into diamond shapes, " Dalekao Amenaoto " she said with another boom circles appeared around here. The gleamed red, " Sorry..." she said faintly as the diamond like firebals spun and spun letting a bursting heat wave, once it hit the nord a burnt mark appeared on his stomach his skin was like ashes and blood dripping onto the ground. She ran..

[Valkyr]

Katrina started jogging towards a yellow gladiator. The gladiator was an Argonian who was carrying a sword in each hand. He saw her coming and let out a warcry. He rushed towards her, both blades raised and ready. She slowed down and readied her sword to block the incoming attack.
The Argonian swung one of his swords somewhat clumsily. Katrina's eyes brightened as she saw the opportunity. She raised her sword and blocked his blade. She quickly slid her sword down his blade and locked the Argonian's handguard with her own. With a twist, she sent his blade flying.

At the last second, she quickly blocked the second blade which was aimed at her shoulder. The handle of her sword snapped. Both the Argonian's and her own blade cut into her left arm. She cried out in pain and hopped back, holding her bleeding shoulder. The Argonian laughed and charged for another attack. Katrina dodged around him and kicked him in the shin. She failed to break his leg, but the Argonian fell to the ground nonetheless. She quickly ran over and grabbed one of his swords. Before the Argonian could react, she stabbed him between the shoulders, killing him. She stood there, gasping for breath.

Katrina pulled the sword out of his back and shook her head. "Reckless," She told herself. She hurried back to the rest of the prisoners, hoping for some backup. She wouldn't be able fight well with this painful, bleeding shoulder.

[SaekoGami]

Rias had decided to hang back a little to conserve energy, but as she saw the tiny Brenton girl running away, she saw a Nord running for her, Rias let out sigh and charged for the Nord.

Rias was quite quick for an Orc. She ran past others in the midst of battle as she made her way for the Nord. She leapt up and landed the hilt if her right war axe into the Nord's face. He stumbled back before returning with a swing of his long sword, Rias tried to dodge it but it dragged across her chest, leaving a messy gash. Her eyes grew blood thirsty as she raised her axe and slammed it down on the Nord's wielding arm. It barly made it half way through before getting stuck, causing the Nord to fall backwards and scream in pain.

The shotty workmen ship, as it was inconvenient, it still gave her the opportunity to slice the Nord's neck with her other axe. Leaving his blood to stain the sand.

[Pathfinder]

The large gash had slowed Karnog down, but he was not out. With the dwarven greatsword in his possession he swept the floor with some others that had tried to avenge their comrades. But he was loosing his rage. Deciding it to be smart, he started to head back...but not before killing one more.

This one was a khajiit, armed with two steel daggers and leather armor. Normally this wouldn't be a challenge, but injured as he was this might prove to be a fair fight. With a mighty swing of his sword, Karnog aimed to decapitate the cat but he had ducked under and ran behind Karnog, slicing his side in the process. Karnog winced in pain and swung back hitting the cat with the hilt of his sword. The hit wasn't well placed and managed only to wind him for a second, taking his opportunity Karnog stabbed with his sword missing his intended mark but making a major gash in his side. Taking advantage of their closeness, the cat took both of his daggers and tried to plunge them into karnog, one of them making their mark and embedding itself deep into his left shoulder, the second one however was blocked when Karnog grabbed the cats left wrist.

Locked in the stalemate they were. Karnog used the last thing he had, his teeth. Karnog headbutted the Khajiit and while he was dazed bit into his throat and tore a piece out. Leaving the cat to bleed out, Karnog stumbled to the back of the group, satisfied with his amount of kills for now.

[SaekoGami]

Rias was dodging a bunch of arrows when she ran into Karnog.

She let out a laugh "Having a but of a rough time there?"

She stepped forward, her hand wrapping around the hilt of the dagger in his shoulder before he could react she pulled it out and stepped back to dodge anything he threw at her. She could of easily sliced his neck from behind him but decided against it and rolled the dagger between her fingers.

[Valkyr]

Katrina ran towards the two orcs. She stopped near them, momentarily forgetting her caution against them. She looked at Karnog's condition. Orcs were tough, but even the toughest of opponents could die from loss of blood. She crouched down and cut off a strip of cloth from the lower half of her shirt. She wrapped it over her bleeding shoulder and struggled with the knot for a moment. Once the makeshift bandage was secure, she grabbed her sword and stood up.

Katrina walked over to the two orcs and said, "We best fight together if we wish to finish the last of them without more injury, agree?" She raised her open hand and a pale blue light started emitting from it. "Are you going let me stop the bleeding? I ruined my shirt to make sure I could stop all of it."

[SaekoGami]

Rias turned slightly to the imperial, then stepped away from Karnog and glanced with disgust at her hand. She stepped away from the girl and Karnog.

"I'm happy to fight together, but keep that glowy sh*t away from me" She spoke with a soft snarl.

[Pathfinder]

When the smaller orc ripped out the dagger, an eruption of pain spread out through his body. He would have attacked her had the imperial stopped to bandage the wound. While not perfect, it would have to-wait a second. She has magic. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Karnog accepted the help.

It hurt for a bit, as the magic flowed through him and re-knitted skin and meat. With the spell over with, he was ready to get back into the fight.

With a smirk, Karnog said with his usual bravado "Now...lets show these guys what criminals can really do!"

[The Slenderman]

Kiba grabbed an arrow that lay on the floor, she noticed two people coming towards her, so she stabbed the arrow in to the nearest one neck as the body, she swiftly run her sword through the other, but not before she been stabbed in the midsection, she took the fine steel longsword from the argonian she had killed, she winced at the injury

[xXSINXx]

Alexi awoke in a dark cell, she was quite disoriented due to her recent squabble with the guards. "Cheydinhal." she said, remembering the place. "Awake Breton!" A guard announced, approaching my cell. He threw my Alexi her clothes and allowed her to get dressed. "Your days have come to an end Alexi." he stated as he led me outside to the execution block. The Black Horse Courier announced The Notorious Alexi Shadows is sentenced to execution in Cheydinhal! Alexi watched as people gathered to see her die.

[Heinrich]

Henry was about to use the single most effective type of self-defense technique: running, as he had no weapon and his spear was and thrown somewhere behind the Redguard warrior. Then he heard a strange sound. The Redguard was still a dozen steps away so Henry dared to looked around. He noticed that a sword was sliding his way. Henry quickly realized that the Dunmer from the prisoner's group kicked the sword towards him. A huge smile crawled up on his face as he ran to take the sword.

"Thanks!" - he shouted - "I owe you one".

Henry thought of this situation as hilarious: "A prince saved a little helpless boy from a brute". And even though the Redguard was still coming his way, the bard started snickering. He suddenly realized that a song perfectly describes the situation he is in at the moment, so he was barely keeping his temper and not laughing out loud.

The Redguard was close, but his two handed maul was a lot longer than the short sword Henry had. Henry decided to simply wear him out, spinning away from his first attack, crouching to avoid the second one and hitting him just below the knee with his sword before rolling away. He heard a roar behind him and figured the Redguard is probably preparing another massive blow, so Henry jumped to his front without looking backwards. Henry heard a thud as the maul hit the ground where he was seconds ago.

"You are not going to give up are you?" Henry said standing and pointing the sword towards the Redguard.

He was wounded in his right leg and his left hand, yet the wounds did not stop him from attacking. Well, or so Henry thought, because after the words the bard said, the Redguard ruthlessly charged, but stumbled when he tried to put the weight on his right leg and moments later he fell clumsily to ground. That was all that Henry could have been waiting for, so without hesitation he has run up to him, jumped on his back and stabbed his sword into the right shoulder of the Redguard, before doing the same with his left shoulder. Now he won't be able to attack with a weapon for sure.

"Sorry, mate, but I am not a killer. I just made sure you wont use your weapons anymore. If you lay here like a nice fellow, maybe no one will notice you and you'll make it through." Henry said silently to him.

After saying that Henry got down from the Redguard's back. Looking around the arena he counted one of the mages, an archer, the big Nord brute laying on the floor, another fighter looked heavily burned from the fight between him and some young Breton girl. An imperial prisoner was pulling out her sword from the back of an Argonian gladiator. He then saw a Khajiit in a pool of blood near an Orc prisoner. The dunmer that kicked Henry a sword also killed 2 people. So Henry counted that about 9 of the yellow gladiators were killed or wounded including the Henry's attacker. Or were there 10? He couldn't tell with so much movement going around. Surprisingly, not a single prisoner was killed. Or at least Henry did not notice.

"It turned out to be a good thing that I was attacked by the yellow team's gladiator."- he mumbled to himself and after a moment started laughing "What a song that will make".

This little pause was enough to allow the bard to catch his breath, so he started defensively looking around in case he's going to get attacked again, trying to avoid the center of the fight.

[The Slenderman]

Kiba ran as fast as she can, to the redguard to save the bard, she jamp into the air and stabbed the redguard in the neck, she had saved the bard. "Thank me for it later." she smiled

[The Slenderman]

The cut from earlier had been worse than she thought and suddenly she fell to one knee, screaming in pain.

[The Slenderman]

Kiba's hand got a green aura around it as she cast health magic on herself and shepicked a bow and a few arrows and started picking of the remaining yellow team

[Scoutas]

As soon as the question left his mouth, and Orc came running towards the Nord screaming that it's his fight. Brogan didn't want to fight that huge Nord himself, but he took quite a few steps back and was ready to interfere if anything happens. The fight between these two strong individuals was really interesting to look at, but Brogan didn't forget to keep looking around, to see if anyone was targeting him, when suddenly, it seemed that Nord had won. He had cut the Orc, but before Brogan could even react, Orc just hacked at the Nord with an axe and then put a sword through his neck. This wasn't really surprising, because Orc were known to fight like this, but he realized that this Orc is no joke. But suddenly, Brogan fell to the ground on all fours. His mind went blank, because all he felt was pain in the back. Burning pain. He smelled that his flesh had burned and that his back was bleeding horribly. After the initial pain, he managed to get on his two legs and looked around... there was not a single mage left on the gladiator side, so it must have been one of the prisoners that did this to him. From what he saw, only three people were capable of such magic in the group of prisoners. The Dark Elf, the male or female Breton. The male Breton couldn't have done this, because he was standing right in front of him as he felt the smiting pain and the Dark Elf was on the other side, using restoration magica to heal herself. Brogan glanced at the innocent looking Breton girl, who was running away from another burned corpse. He knew, that it was her who did it, but he was in no place for a chase, so he fell on his bottom and lied on his side, looking over the battle that was seemingly almost over.

[Baconator]

Dralith was out of his seat entirely and standing at the balcony rail, hands clasping it tightly. The fighting was far more intense than he'd initially thought. Though the Yellow team had the advantage in numbers, equipment, and likely training… these prisoners… this rag tag group of brigands, was winning. Several of them had sustained grievous wounds but the mages had been quick to heal them. The Hero of Kvatch observed them all and took note of their fighting styles. After the first few engagements he'd felt that he had a good grasp on each fighter. "Brilliant.. simply brilliant. They are complete strangers sentenced to death for various crimes and yet here they are, fighting for each other and keeping one another alive." he said to himself. "They're perfect.. provided they do actually survive."

Dralith took his seat once more, taking a swig of the Cyrodiilic Brandy that had been brought to him.

[AliceZaru]

Aurora

Stared looking back at the burned, " Oh god! " she said running towards the stunned man her pink tails flowing in the air as she ran! She hurried towards the man, " Don.. " she said as a sword cames dashing towards her. Her hand raised as a ward shield appeared infront of her, sweating, in pain from falling, being cut. She was breathing intensely. She ran behind the man seeing his burn. She focused the world went silent for a moment her eyes glowed as a ward shield surrounded only but the two of us. He was healing himself but he seemed that he couldn't do it alone as many were battling an anyone could be killed at any moment! " I am sorry! " she said with a loud and squeaky voice. Crying as tears dripped down onto the bare soil now being covered by tons of men that were fighting. Her hands touched the mans burnt mans back closing her eyes once more a faint yellow gleam came from her hands " Tea...Tetreaona " She said hearing sounds of banging as men attempted to punch through the ward. It was cracking but she needed to help the man. Trails of light flowed through out his burn..healing it slowly.

(( Wards can be used as round shields over a user or a user and allies it is shown in the trailer of Elder-Scrolls online and that game was before oblivion or it was during that time? I guess so.))

[Heinrich]

As Henry was avoiding all the fighting he suddenly felt kind of bad. He saw a Bosmer prisoner laying on the ground and the young Breton girl rushing to help him. Only moments later did Henry understand, that the girl has accidentally hit the Bosmer with one of her spells.

"Darn Magic"-mumbled Henry - "you can never trust it."

However seeing the vulnerable couple, at least two attackers started moving their way. "I should help the winning side, and prisoners are winning" - a thought crossed the bard's mind. After a short sigh. Henry started running towards one of the attackers who the Breton girl was barely able to hold back with a ward spell. When the bard was close enough, Henry jumped tackling the attacker, who was an Altmer, before both of them thwacked painfully on the ground of the Arena. Both of their weapons rolled away somewhere beyond grasp.

Henry wanted to get up and make some distance, but he was stopped with a heavy punch, that left him lying for a couple of seconds. When he regained consciousness. The man that Henry tackled was surprisingly back to punching the ward that the girl still kept on, his back turned to Henry. Henry blinked twice, then started laughing hysterically.

"You really are stupid, ser Altmer" - Henry said loudly, while rising, still a little bit dizzy from the punch. However, the laugh and the sentence were enough to shift the Altmer's attention to Henry. He stepped forward, grabbed Henry's rags and lifted him up the air. He shouted something about doing bad things to Henry's mother, as well as referring to his father in a very inventive way. Then hitting Henry in the face with a punch. However, that must have had the absolute opposite effect of what the Altmer expected. Henry burst out laughing and started swinging his legs, somehow managing to hit the surprised attacker in the stomach, what made him drop Henry. The bard clumsily fell to the ground and silently wailed in pain as he felt his leg disjointing. After opening his eyes, Henry saw that the Breton had a much better time healing the Bosmer without having to defend from two attackers with a ward spell. The Altmer went two steps back and looked furious because of the kick Henry has given him.

"Well, know I'm in need of saving" - he mumbled silently and started chuckling, though a little bit silently because of the pain in his leg - "What a song will that make."

[Pathfinder]

After watching the spectacle with the bard, the damned fool was odd, that much was known. But he tried to protect the small one, so he couldn't be that bad. With a huff, Karnog started to sprint towards the fallen bard. Using his momentum, Karnog slammed the argonian attacking the ward against it, disorienting him and then impaling the altmer from behind, lifting him up almost two feet into the air. Removing the blade was easy and turning around, plunged the sword into the still dazed argonian, killing him instantly.

Walking up to the bard, Karnog offered his hand and said "The gods aren't getting you this day, bard." with a crass smirk.