The Beatdown

JP with Omni, Bandorchu, Lorem, and LucianNepreen

He was clearly goading Tarmen at this point. K'ol kept his stare, with a snarling smile on his bearded, frostbitten face.

Tarmen glared back at K’ol. Of course he would call for a duel. It was a smart move given everyone’s state, he could easily win.
All the same he stepped closer, resigning himself to Zin’s fate.
“If all you see are dogs and women, then prepare to feel this dog’s teeth!”
He didn’t pretend to have any bravado, his threat being stated like a fact.
“Let’s end this.”

Again condemned to idleness, Alexis really wanted to scream in frustration.
Fucking maorach, calling a duel with a severely wounded man.
‘Honourable, my ass!’

The man laughed and in his language he said, "Haha! There is the man!"

K'ol was looking forward to beating Tarmen's face in and it was almost a shame that someone else had injured him first.

She stopped in her tracks.

"Lam'iisiid!" Voah cursed in high Mizaran. She growled. By Vastad's tenets she could not stand between a duel. And just like that she was reduced to a bystander. So much for diplomacy.

She could, however, avenge him if it came to that... but she knew if Tarmen lost this fight, there would be no immediate chance for her to do so.

K'ol equipped himself with a steel blade and small hand axe then pointed his steel blade at Tarmen and nodded as they met each other.

After tightening his sling, Tarmen unsheathed his own blade, though he wielded it in his off hand. He had experience with his left, but it would be sloppy compared to his right.
His only goal right now was damage anyway, he just had to get close enough to K’ol in order to do so.
Rolling his shoulder to work out a bit of the fatigue, he lifted his machete to signify the beginning of the duel.

The leader gave a roar of his people and rushed forward, immediately swinging both weapons.

Tarmen ducked under the initial swing, having to then roll away from several following strikes.
Taking an extra moment to move cost him a slash across his back, his retaliatory swing being easily tossed aside.
This move did bring him close enough for Tarmen to lunge towards K’ol, bringing his head smashing into his adversary’s.

K'ol growled as his head snapped back from the blow, but he relished the pain. In response he swung his elbow around to knock Tarmen back.

When steel met steel, Tarmen could barely feel the man's strength bearing down on his machete, as if K'ol was toying with him.

The gall of this bastard to toy with him revived some of Tarmen’s fury. If he intended to kill him, he preferred not to be toyed like a mouse.
Blow after blow still rained down on him, driving Tarmen back as he sought an opening. He began to play into his weakness, seeing a chance to use K’ol’s arrogance and bloodlust against him.

Blades met again as the frostbitten flesh became a sadistic grin as K’ol pushed Tarmen to a knee. No words were needed as he gave a lustful eye towards Voah and grinned wider at Tarmen.
Holding off the blades made his arm burn, but now was his best chance.
He had to give, the blade glancing off his machete but the axe hitting the bit of spear that remained in his shoulder. The shock of pain made him miss his mark, blindly tearing at whatever meat his mouth found.
Getting kicked away, he tried to get up as fast as possible. The shock of the bite gave him time, K’ol having to take a moment to come to grips with the new hole in his cheek.
A string of curses needed no translation as rage contorted the Odonine’s face, charging at Tarmen with death in his eyes.