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I'll join. I'm always on the lookout for vanilla fantasy.
<Snipped quote by Hantu Kongkek>

Hmm...anyone want to do the tournament idea?


Seems fun.
A large beam of wood raised into the air, and Kodor stood up, grunting as he heaved the beam off his body. It was battered and marked with shrapnel, coated in a layer of wood dust and two kinds of blood: his and theirs.

It was apparent to the barbarian that his constant hacking into the dragon's delicious spine and arteries had moved it into a desperation mode. The dragon had preferred to kamkikaze, go out on its own terms rather than meet its end at Kodor's hands. Such a spiteful, malicious being deserved such a painful demise, especially if it were in vein: Kodor lived to die another day.

The barbarian stumbled over the wreckage, stepping over burnt beams and the occasional body part. He found his axe lodged in what used to be the barman's rack of prized, three hundred year old wines, right above a pile of broken glass and now inedible alcohols. The axe was scorched, but still serviceable. He slung it across his back, crosswise from his sword, then sauntered forward to his fallen prey.
Unfortunately, the dragon's last move had left little in the way of food, to Kodor's chagrin. What was left were a set of metal balls. Kodor supposed that when they cooled, he'd make either dinner or a flail out of one.

"One of those is mine." he said, marking his bounty with a wad of spit. The liquid sizzled as it slapped against the golden sphere.
"HUERGH!" Kodor gave a grunt, gritting his teeth as wooden shrapnel exploded, several splinters as long as his forearm lodging in his back.

Nobody hurt Kodor.
Kodor hurt everybody.

Kodor's vision went red as sheer instinct took over, and he tightened his hands over the axe's grip. Veins bulged and tendons went taut like cables as his thick, ropy muscles tore the axe free, sending several dislodged scales flying. His legs only clenched with renewed vigor, and he slammed his axe down onto the wounded area with a primal fury.
One hit wasn't enough. He struck again.
Again.
Again.

Kodor refused to stop, he could not stop at this rate. Spit and shouts flew from his mouth as he mercilessly pounded the quivering, wet hole with his massive axe. Over and over, he raised the blade up and down, unable to stop until the dragon fell or he was simply torn clear away.
Kodor let out a loud roar as the beast began shaking. Below, a wondrous cacophony had begun as the other warriors began their assault, though few could fly as high as Kodor. Fortunately for the barbarian, the axe has struck deep, and his grip was tight. Using the powerful muscles that were his abs, he maneuvered to the dragon's neck, and used his meaty thighs to clamp onto the throbbing trunk.

The axe was wedged deeply under the dragon's hard, metallic scales. Unfortunately, it was too tightly bound by the scales. Fortunately, Kodor knew logic. Axes go in, not out. Curling his thick fingers into rock-like fists, he mercilessly bashed the back of the head, wedging it further under the scales in the same manner as a hammer and chisel. From here, he was probably safe from the dragon's jaws, and could focus on the simple task of prying scales free and deepening this wound. Hot, steamy fluids sprayed onto his face and chest, obscuring his vision. With one last grunt, he clasped his hands together and brought them down in a final double axe handle, striking the blade.
Inside the coverage of the foliage, Kodor smiled. He would praise the hogmaster and the woman in black for providing him this bountiful kill. The dragon was large, but Kodor was higher still in the tree. That was his advantage; he had the high ground.

"VICTORY BELONGS TO KODOR THIS DAY." his voice boomed. Kodor lowered his hands down the wooden shaft of his great axe, and tensed the powerful, sinewy muscles in his legs before propeling himself into the air, the sunlight reflecting off of his bronzed skin.
"SNEEEEAAAAK ATTAAAAAAACK" he shouted, raising the hefty chopper towards the sun. The barbarian was now a living guillotine of muscle and rage, aiming his mighty blade directly towards the dragon's scaly neckmeats.
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