Galactic Tournament: Ghorua The Shark vs Ebon

[Sirak Kolar]

Ebon’s lung ached with fire. His mind raced, driving from point to point trying to strategize. Sure, the distance he had made, was enough for a momentary rejuvination, but it wouldn’t last unless he could get some distance between them once more. The shark charged, almost in direct opposition of what he had hoped for, he his muscles tore into action.

It wasn’t until now Ebon felt the sharp pain in his leg, the warm blood trailing through his clothes into his boot. He could feel the cuts down to his bone, but he couldn’t worry about it now. At the very least, his genetic heritage and martial prowess would keep the pain on the sidelines, but he’d still need this closed as soon as possible.

As the thought rushed to him, Ebon jumped sideways, narrowly avoiding the bull whale that had found him as it’s target. Mid jump, his lightsaber expertly grazed his calf, cauterizing the wound shut before he landed, his heels absorbing the turn before he spun back around, eye’s now focused on his enemy entirely.

He dropped to a knee as he finally grabbed another breathe, groaning with each exhale, teeth gritting. How could he let this creature injure him so? Disgusting.

Still, winning the duel meant little to him, and he couldn’t risk any more injury with what he faced, despite his confidence in ending the creatures life. His hand slid to his hip, a button quickly pressed before the beast would see.

Light illuminated the arena, a soft tractor beam enveloping the beasts limbs. A soft voice came over the speakers, but it’s voice meant little as both of them would slowly slip in to consciousness.

The fight was over. Ebon ceded to the whale for his own sake.
Disgusting.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua had rushed past Ebon, slamming into a nearby wall. His brain felt sharp. Red tinted the Shark's vision, highlighting the enemy in scarlet. This bloodlust... Ghorua had never experienced it before. The taste of flesh on his tongue awoke the genetics of whatever beasts were used to enhance him. His mind was still there, but sidelined, his consciousness fading into the backround, pushed away by the powerful new emotion surging through his body. It was primal, raw, untamed. The power of the wilds surged through his muscles. Which was why he strained against the tractor beam that slowly dragged him into the air.

He struggled to break from the bonds, understanding what was happening, but not caring. He needed to attack. Attack and eat, or he would die. All this made sense in his head. Slowly, he was raised into the air, snapping his jaws in the air.

He had won. A part of his mind told him to calm down, to cool it. He had won. He could stop. But the other half? It wanted more blood. More. Slowly, the red tint of Ghorua's eyes began to deepen, until all he could see was red. He lost consciousness.

- [member="Ebon"] -