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Round 1 Fight 6 Part 2
🕑 Added 2020-02-04 14:56:47 +0000 UTCHanioc: Welcome once again to the Tournament of Pleasure. I’m the Angelic Messenger Hanioc
Tik Tik: And Tik Tik is Tik Tik.
H: Tik Tik, this must be quite intriguing to you to discover a different breed of kobold.
T: Yes, Yes. Radasus is cute and confident. Look different, but has kobold heart. Can do anything because kobolds are best. At least, that how kobold feel.
H: Are you saying that kobolds aren’t as magnificent as they let on to believe?
T: Kobold dragon! Even if kobold no look like it, kobold is.
H: And how about his opponent, Dr. Jeked?
T: Ooh, Tik Tik like alchemist. Very interesting. Learn new thing about homunculus. Might try sometime, but want see what he does with formula.
H: Indeed. And now, you’ll get your chance as the battle begins!!
Dr. Jeked stands across from Radasus. Around him, a half-dozen permutations are focused upon the kobold combatant. The goblin tilts his head, a smirk upon his thin lips.
Radasus wears full plate armor, gripping his sword with the relaxed strength of one confident in his skills. “You’re not a fighter!” the doggie kobold boasts. “You don’t belong in a fight like this!”
The female Jeked copy saunters forward. The homunculus carries a whip. “Oh, and you think you’re ready to play with the big girls?”
“Goblins are all the same. I’ve cut down many in my quests! Have at you!”
The female Jeked places a hand beside her mouth, letting out a boisterous laugh. Radasus takes the opportunity to run forward towards her. Still, as he does, a smaller Jeked with razor-sharp teeth rushes out from between the primary doctor’s legs and clamps his jaw around the thigh of Radasus’s armor.
Radasus falls to the ground with a loud clang and a gasp from the audience of adventurers. The little goblin claws and bites at the kobold, snapping his drooling from bear-trap jaws at the little warrior.
Radasus clenches his fist and sends a quick punch straight to the little thing’s temple. It blubbers and tumbles in a sprawled display, twitching a couple times before falling limp.
Radasus brings himself to his feet, looking at the downed creature, but raises his weapon, ready to take on the retaliation of an angered comrade. However, the goblins all laugh in a disturbing and discordant semi-unison.
“Please,” the female mouthpiece says. “You think I care about the destruction of a homunculus? The pain it feels only adds to the experience I have in life.”
The main Jeked opens up his jacket, revealing an entire inner lining filled with bottles and beakers. He pulls out a vial, pressing his sharp fingernail into the cork and yanking it off with a quick pop. He throws his head back and downs it with a quick gulp. With that, the eyes of his copies all glow red, and three of them, one small, one the same size as him, and the other twice his height, rush on over towards Radasus.
The kobold dog howls, rushing forward and slashing his sword at the flesh and steel that come his way. While the three rely on power, he fights them off with the trained dedication of a warrior. As more of the false goblins fall to his blade, he growls and snarls until he swings his sword at the female mouthpiece, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.
The mouthpiece responds with a flick of her whip, the thing wrapping around his weapon and yanking it down from his grasp and bringing him to his knees. Radasus whines in surprise. However, he quickly goes to push himself back up. That’s when a high-heeled boot presses down onto his helmet, knocking him onto his cheek onto the ground, his sword just inches from his hand.
He reaches out to grab for it, but the whip strikes at the ground right by the weapon, the attack sending it spinning away past the goblins.
It’s Jeked himself who speaks this time, squatting before the kobold and narrowing his gaze. “So, maybe I exaggerated a bit about how much I don’t care about my creations. Sure, I can always just make a new one, but do you realize how much work and money it takes to craft one of these? It isn’t cheap, so someone will have to pay for that expense.”
Radasus growls then leaps from the female to grab at Jeked, but the female is too quick, and she cracks the whip, the thing wrapping around the kobold’s outstretched hands and binding them tightly.
He yelps as he’s pulled back, led by the wrists, and paraded around. He is like a pet, shown off as a failure to his comrades. His whimpers now are much louder, and she gasps, brushing her fingers over her lips. “Oh, my…” she begins. “Seems like this one may be a bitey boy, but I think he likes being tied up! Maybe, we can have fun with him after all.”
Jeked smirks and rolls his neck. “Very well,” he snaps his finger, and his last remaining copy produces from a pouch a long rope. “Perhaps we can let this Tournament of Pleasure actually have something a little pleasing in it. What do you say?”
Radasus’s eyes widen, and he catches Tik Tik watching him. Blood Rushes to his cheeks, humiliation rushing over him. . He can’t let this strange sensation throughout himself get the better of him, can he? If this is what it means to lose the tournament of Pleasure? Or, does he need to push forward and fight as hard as he can to actually win this thing?
